Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Thanks to Mr. Isaac this time, I'll go and gather the police officers right away..."

"No rush."

Isaac raised his hand to stop Gurevan, who was about to go and call for help.

He took the invitation and carefully looked at its contents.

“If this really is the follow-up to this case, then the battle between me and that brat should be decided tonight,” Isaac laughed.

"……gentlemen."

"Ok?"

"You don't mean to get Victorica to come out and investigate this case with you, do you?"

At this moment, Gurevan was covered in cold sweat, as if he had heard something shocking.

"That depends on whether she's willing to come out and complete this duel. If she concedes, then I'll..."

"No, no, no, this isn't about whether she admits defeat or not."

"Gurevin said excitedly."

"What's the problem?"

"Well... how should I put it... that guy's situation is a bit special; he can't just leave the main library without permission..."

"Could you get me one?"

"These kinds of things can't be done just like that..."

"Can't leave the Great Library? If I blow up the library, does that mean the rule is null and void?"

"Well... Mr. Isaac, are you very interested in a duel with her?"

"I didn't really care, but..."

Isaac's eyes narrowed slightly, and his aura gradually became more imposing.

"In my life, there are no options of admitting defeat or failure. Since I'm determined to fight to the death, let's settle this now."

"..."

"Any more questions? The golden drill."

"No, I'll arrange the travel permit for you."

"Good boy~ You're very sensible. I'm entrusting the house matter to you as well."

"……Yes."

"As expected of Isaac, he managed to get a lakeside villa in just one day."

"Although you're usually quite annoying, alchemist, I'll give you a compliment for this."

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Gurevan helped Isaac complete the property certificate, because the original residents had just moved out and left many unused items behind.

A lakeside villa that, while not luxurious, is still quite presentable and comes with a large yard.

The villa was fully furnished since the furniture hadn't been moved out, and what pleased Dalian was that the previous occupants had left all their books there.

The previous resident's family didn't really like reading. The reason they put so many books on the bookshelf was just to make a show of it. Now it's all benefiting Dalian.

"Be careful when you're in the Kingdom of Suvar recently. The Phantom Book incident here will probably involve the Supernatural Department."

Isaac reminded Hugh.

"If anything happens, remember to contact me first. I'm quite familiar with the boss of the paranormal department."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried that some hundreds-of-years-old brat will mess things up."

Isaac glanced at Dallian as he spoke, but the latter was engrossed in her book and didn't reply.

"Good to know. I'll head out now."

"Ok?"

Fran, sprawled on the sofa, looked up at Isaac, who was wearing a trench coat and getting ready to leave.

"Do you have something else to do outside?"

"Yes, it will take a long time to settle a match, so I'll probably be back very late."

"What about my dinner?"

"Solve it yourself."

"Eh..."

"Stop saying 'hey'! Don't keep asking me to cook every day. I have absolutely no passion for cooking for you guys."

As he spoke, Isaac opened the villa's door.

"It's not a big deal to go out for a meal once in a while. This is Suvarnabhumi. No matter how bad the food is, it won't be worse than in England."

Hugh: "That's going too far."

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She was about 1.4 meters tall, with long, flowing blond hair and fair skin that contrasted with her emerald green eyes.

This scene, though described as human, evokes a strange feeling, as if one were witnessing a delicately crafted doll in motion.

This is Victorique, a beautiful young woman whose eyes are always filled with wisdom.

At this moment, she...

"Ugh, I'm so bored, I'm dying of boredom."

Isaac: "..."

At this moment, Victorique was rolling around on the ground in the botanical garden on the top floor of the Grand Library.

Isaac wondered what had gotten into him that led him to challenge such a brat to a duel. Was he retaliating after being tricked in the past? Or was he simply annoyed by this self-important kid?

Isaac didn't know any of this either.

"Hey kid, stop rolling around, the ground is dirty."

Seemingly having heard Isaac's words, Victorique, who had been rolling around on the ground, suddenly rolled in front of Isaac, slowly stood up, and looked displeased.

"Too late! How can someone who helps me relieve boredom be late?"

"I never cared whether you were bored or not."

Isaac's brow twitched twice, and he handed the envelope to Victorica.

"This is?"

"As you said before, the motive is what the maid hit with her first shot. We learned from that golden drill that the maid's first shot hit the mirror, which means that the motive was to kill the 'divination result' or the 'divination process'."

Isaac continued.

"And it was on the yacht of the murdered fortune teller that I found this invitation, so this matter is very likely not completely over."

"Roar……"

Victorique glanced at the invitation, then tore open the outer envelope to reveal a letter written in French inside.

"Are you inviting us aboard for dinner...? Is the main course 'rabbit'?"

“The golden drill mentioned before that the fortune teller keeps many wild rabbits at home and releases hunting dogs to kill them. The so-called staple food, ‘wild rabbits,’ is probably a hint,” Isaac laughed. “The ship will arrive at the port at seven o’clock tonight, and that will be our stage to settle things.”

"what?"

Victorique rarely showed a surprised expression.

"So...we're going out?"

That's exactly what I mean.

Upon hearing this, Victorica was initially excited, but immediately regained her original calm expression.

"Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to leave the house without permission..."

“I’ve already spoken to Golden Drill, you have ‘outbound permission’.”

"!"

Victorique was startled, lowered her head and muttered:

"I see... So, I can be released from this prison. I need a release permit, that's what Grevin said...!"

However, Isaac did not hear this.

"So the final winner will be whoever solves the last mystery first, that's who..."

"Stop talking nonsense and come help me pack my luggage."

Chapter 1071: Don't Bring So Much Luggage

"...What did you say you were going to organize?"

"luggage."

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'luggage'?"

Outside St. Margaret's Academy, Victorique had boxes piled up on the ground, taller than her own people.

"We're just going on a cruise."

"Ok, I know."

"You know nothing! This isn't even a trip. Do you think this is moving house? Or are you planning to run away from home?"

What are you talking about?

Victorica looked at Isaac with displeasure.

"With my wisdom, after careful consideration, I believe this is the minimum necessity for travel."

"With your intelligence, can you even figure out if you can lift all these things?"

"I can't lift it."

"Then why..."