Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac pointed to the corpse that had just fallen to the ground, the unfortunate fellow who had been shot through the head with a crossbow bolt as soon as he opened the door.

“Mr. Morris, you also said that you invited a group of teenagers to play a battle royale game on the ship. So the traps should be designed to fit the height of people of that age. The person who was hit by the arrow just now is over 1.75 meters tall. These traps are not designed for children.”

"There is still one point of doubt."

Victorique stepped forward and picked up where Isaac left off.

She walked to the bar counter and took out the red wine that Isaac had poured into the glass earlier, along with the wine bottle.

“Isaac had previously said that ‘these wines seem to be some years old,’ but he was clearly fooled by the ‘1899’ year on the bottle. The wine in the glass was extremely clear; a wine from more than 20 years ago would probably be a bit cloudy.”

As she spoke, she tore off the outer wrapping paper of the wine bottle, revealing the actual vintage inside.

1922 years.

"Do you still believe this is a ghost ship?"

"This……"

"So, this was a revenge plot deliberately orchestrated by someone?"

Morris suddenly looked at Julie and Ned with suspicion.

"One of you... is 'Wild Rabbit' from back then? Or are you both?"

"What did you say!?"

What makes you doubt us?

Morris glanced at Victorique.

"This girl's identity is clear. She is a noble lady and shouldn't do such a thing. Besides, she's too young; ten years ago, she would only be five years old. There are no 'wild rabbits' that young. They should all be around fifteen years old. The one named Isaac can also be ruled out; there were no Asians back then."

"Why are you so sure? This child's identity is just what she said! In reality, she might be a brat of unknown origin."

"Impossible. A nobleman's demeanor is immediately recognizable; it's different from that of a commoner. Perhaps a nouveau riche's daughter like you doesn't know, but I myself hold the title of viscount and have long been in contact with the upper class. So I can assure you, this child is indeed a nobleman."

"What...you're saying I'm a nouveau riche!?"

Seeing Julie about to rush forward and grab Maurice, Ned shouted, "Stop!" and stepped forward to stop her.

Morris looked at the two of them with disdain.

"The 'wild rabbits' are orphans. You can tell they come from humble backgrounds at a glance. One's an actress, the other's daughter of a nouveau riche. In the end, who will be the boy and girl who escape with their lives... Hmph!"

Morris looked at the ceiling and laughed.

Julie was somewhat exasperated, and she retorted loudly:

"Maurice, aren't you suspicious yourself?"

"……What did you say?"

She glared at Maurice with the dangerous look of a wounded beast cornered. Maurice was forced against the wall, looking at Julie timidly.

"Those 'wild rabbits' and such, maybe they have parents. Or adoptive parents. Or adults who take care of them. Don't they?"

"..."

"Ten years ago, Maurice, you were around thirty-five. A child born in your twenties would be around fifteen years old. That's exactly the age of what you call a 'hare'."

"My daughter is currently attending a prestigious private school."

"Nobody here knows your real identity, so you can make up whatever you want, right?"

"Take back what you said! That's an insult to me!"

Morris glared angrily at Julie.

"Don't lump me in with those lowly people!"

Isaac watched the two arguing with great interest.

He did know that Morris was probably a nobleman from the Kingdom of Suvar, because he had inherited the arrogant and self-important characteristics of the nobility very well. Isaac had seen too many people like this in his own world, the Kingdom of Albion, and in the current world, Britain.

I feel like I'm about to vomit.

"Forget it, let's put these boring things aside for now."

Isaac clapped his hands, and the two arguing people stopped and looked in his direction.

"Let's go to the communications room first. In any case, let's get back to shore. Nobody knows how long this ship will drift on the ground."

"...That's the only way."

"Wait, you mean the communications room?"

Morris's expression suddenly turned somewhat terrified.

"what happened?"

"No...there..."

"Back then, to prevent the boys and girls from escaping to the communications room, you designed many traps on the ship, right? You were worried that if you just went up there, you might follow in the footsteps of those you killed."

"..."

"Don't worry, I'll go first."

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As he left the lounge, Maurice insisted on walking at the very back, his eyes fixed on Ned and Julie in front of him, his suspicions never ceasing.

Julie and Ned walked side by side in the middle, glancing back at Maurice every now and then. The moment their eyes met, tension would rise.

Isaac and Victorique walked at the front.

"Victoria".

"what?"

Are you scared?

"What kind of stupid question are you asking? If I were afraid, would I have come on this weird ship with you?"

"Then why have you been holding my hand since just now?"

As he walked down the dimly lit corridor, Isaac felt his left hand being tightly grasped by a small hand.

“I was afraid you’d get lost,” Victorica said expressionlessly.

"Thank you so much for your concern."

As the group passed a corner, Isaac keenly sensed a whooshing sound as the air was being cut through.

Snapped!

He immediately raised his hand and waved it forward.

A crossbow bolt flew towards Isaac without warning, but he caught it with his right hand; the tip of the bolt was only about a centimeter away from his forehead.

"what!!"

Upon seeing this, Morris was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Look at how timid you are. I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

Isaac looked at Morris with a mocking smile and casually crushed the crossbow bolt in two.

"gone."

Ignoring the surprised expressions of the people behind him, Isaac continued walking forward.

Although he didn't turn his head, he could sense from his aura that after Morris stood up again, he secretly walked towards the room next door.

"Sure enough, things are getting more and more interesting."

Chapter 1078: It's All Over

"Isaac".

"Ok?"

"Have you figured out who the mastermind behind this is?"

"I can see a little bit."

“I think you see it very clearly,” Victorica said. “You never actually fainted from the beginning, right? The story about getting infected by stealing a piece of bread was just a lie.”

"...You noticed?"

“You’re a very cautious person. You would never do something as stupid as ‘stealing bread while we’re asleep.’”

The two walked in front, whispering to each other, their voices deliberately kept from being heard by Ned and Julie who were walking behind.

"You knew from the beginning who dragged us to the lounge, right? And after we woke up in the lounge, you focused your attention on one person for a long time, in order to get evidence from him?"

"They observed very carefully."

"You've gone to such lengths, do you really want to beat me?"

“It’s not just about beating you; I don’t want to lose to any challenge,” Isaac said. “I was taught that I must always be invincible.”

What did you do before?

“As you guessed, he was a soldier, and a border guard in a war-torn country, where he heard gunfire and witnessed the death of his comrades almost every day,” Isaac said. “If we lost a battle, the enemy would break through our lines, so we absolutely could not afford to lose.”

"...But you've already lost a game."

"Although I really want to argue that you tricked me... a loss is a loss. As long as I win this game, it will be a tie, and then we can end our duel with a best-of-three series."

"What if I win?"

"Best of five."

"You really are shameless... but it's fine this way."

Victorique lowered her head, not letting Isaac see her smiling face.

"So, as long as I keep winning, you'll come to challenge me to a duel more often, right?"

"That will have to wait until you beat me."

Although Ned and Julie, who were walking behind the two, did not hear their conversation, Julie also had guesses about Isaac's identity.

"Do you know who this Easterner named Isaac really is? He seemed very respectful when you met him before."

"I do know."