Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The young man walked up to Isaac and excitedly pointed to himself.

“You may not remember me, but I was also at Viola’s mansion and witnessed your battle with the evil magician.”

"……Oh."

The mention of Viola Isaac immediately brought to mind that the woman had indeed attracted a host of socialites to the mansion, and this man seemed to have been there as well.

But we don't know each other at all.

"My name is Ned Baxter, a British stage actor."

"Oh oh oh."

do not know.

I don't even watch the stage play Isaac, so naturally I wouldn't recognize him.

"That's wonderful. I was a little nervous before, but with you here, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Others didn't know who Isaac was, but he did.

The alchemist, possessing immense power, seemed impossible to confine on this ship.

Isaac looked around. Although he still knew who the extra person was, he couldn't say it yet.

This is a showdown between him and Victorique, and ultimately, evidence needs to be found to close the case.

Once you know who the problem is, collecting evidence only needs to be targeted, and it's not too complicated.

He walked to the bar, took a bottle of mac and red wine, poured it into a glass on the counter, and swirled the crimson liquid.

"Not bad, this wine has been around for a while."

Victorique rubbed her slightly aching ankle, looked around, and walked towards a table with tennis rackets and balls on it. On the table were bottles of whiskey, ice cubes, and two glasses.

The ice hadn't completely melted. It was as if someone had been sitting there just moments before. A nearby table looked like someone had temporarily left a game of cards, the cards still scattered on it.

At that moment, a man suddenly stood up.

"Stop walking around!"

Hearing his angry shout, everyone turned around in surprise.

This was a well-dressed man in an expensive suit, the cuffs adorned with sparkling gems. His dark brown hair was parted to the side and neatly combed, and his freckled face trembled slightly with anger.

"This ship is dangerous, you all know that, right? Sit quietly! What if something happens if you move around?!"

"But uncle, something's not right about this ship."

The man turned around angrily. The young girl pointed to a nearby table.

“Look, this table, the tennis racket and ball, and the diluted whiskey. The ice hasn’t melted yet. It looks like someone just finished playing tennis and came into this lounge to start drinking. The cards are still scattered on this table. But… there’s no one here. Except for us.”

"Shut up!"

The man roared.

"Shut up, woman!"

The girl in the red dress stared in surprise.

Ned, who was standing to the side, stepped in to smooth things over.

“What you said is true, miss, there are indeed some strange things here…”

"You actor, shut up!"

"What!?"

Ned was also getting annoyed and was about to step forward to teach this rude middle-aged man a lesson when Isaac spoke up.

"Alright, don't disturb my thinking."

"Since you put it that way..."

"Shut up, you Easterner!" the man roared. "Who gave you the right to speak here?!"

Isaac: "..."

clang!

He grabbed a bottle from the bar and threw it at the man.

The glass bottle shattered on his forehead, spilling liquor all over the floor. The man, who had been roaring incessantly, collapsed to the ground, his head split open. Everyone covered their mouths, watching the sudden scene unfold.

Chapter 1074: Blood Letter

"you……"

"Don't worry, this gossipy guy is still alive, he's just unconscious for now."

Isaac looked at the terrified faces of the crowd and said calmly.

"But you won't be so lucky next time. I'm not exactly a good-tempered person either, so please be careful what you say."

This statement is tantamount to telling them that if anyone is foolish enough to cause trouble, he will definitely kill them.

"Alright, Lord Isaac has no ill intentions towards us. If he wanted to kill us, he wouldn't need to warn us."

Ned continued to try and smooth things over.

He knew Isaac, the alchemist with world-destroying power, who could deal with them all with ease if he wanted to.

"Sir, do you know this... Easterner?"

"Yes, we met in the UK a few months ago."

"Please introduce yourself."

As he spoke, Isaac took out the invitation he had received earlier from his pocket.

“My name is Isaac, and this little devil next to me is Victorique. This invitation was originally intended for the fortune teller Roxanu, but the old fortune teller died two days ago. I found this invitation on her yacht and came to this ship to investigate.”

"Invite the fortune teller Roxanu?"

"That is to say..."

The expressions of the middle-aged men present changed immediately.

"May I ask?"

Ned suddenly asked.

"Are you here on behalf of the police to investigate?"

"more or less."

They all looked uneasy and whispered to each other.

"However, this ship..."

"Yes, it's just like those 'boxes' from back then. Although I didn't notice it when I first sat down..."

"Could it be..."

The room was filled with their uneasy whispers. Ned glanced at them, puzzled, as if he wanted to ask what was going on.

Of the twelve people imprisoned, the eight older men seemed to know each other. They all looked well, and coincidentally, they were all wearing expensive suits and shiny leather shoes, and their beards were meticulously groomed.

They looked like they hadn't seen each other in a long time, and when they woke up they asked each other how they were doing.

Judging from the few conversations overheard, these eight men held high-ranking positions such as senior government officials in Suvar, owners of large textile companies, and cadres in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

However, it now seems that they also have some knowledge of the ship's situation. These people may have been engaged in a job that is very similar to their current predicament.

Moreover, Isaac just heard the word 'box' from someone, and from what Grevin said himself, the maid who killed the fortune teller also mentioned it when giving her statement:

'This is the box's revenge.'

This is the event related to the mystery of this series of events, and it cannot be overlooked if we want to fully investigate the matter.

The only girl among them began to pace back and forth, lost in thought.

Wearing a red dress, she took five steps, then turned in one direction, then another five steps, then turned in another direction—it seemed to be a habit of hers when she was thinking. Victorique watched the girl turning around with great interest.

"Did you find anything?" Isaac asked.

“Didn’t you say we shouldn’t exchange information during a duel?” Victorica laughed. “We only managed to gather some scattered fragments.”

Didn't your "fountain of wisdom" directly tell you the answer?

"The Fountain of Wisdom cannot find the answer until all the scattered fragments are collected."

"Sir, may I have a word with you in private?"

Ned walked up to Isaac and called out to him.

"Hmm? You go ahead."

“That’s right, I believe you have a way to resolve the current predicament,” Ned said softly. “Is the reason you’re not taking direct action to find the culprit?”

"more or less."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that..."

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, the lights inside suddenly went out.

The bright, glaring lights suddenly went out, plunging the lounge into darkness. Those present jostled and shouted at the doorway, yelling and screaming as if in a crisis, their cries a mixture of angry curses and groans, as if oppressed by the darkness and their own cries.

In the darkness, Isaac's mechanical eyes remained activated, allowing him to clearly observe the movements inside.

Sure enough, the extra twelfth person took action.

The power outage lasted only a moment. Suddenly the lights came back on, so bright they were dazzling.

The men who had just shouted fell silent, as if waking from a dream, their heads bowed in embarrassment. Whether relieved or still reeling from the shock, none of them uttered a word.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A scream brought everyone back to their senses.

The girl in the red dress pointed at the wall in front of her, her body trembling with fear.

Others noticed as well and began to cry out.

Something that hadn't been there a few seconds ago appeared on the wall. It looked like huge characters written in blood, the blood-written words leaving behind some message.