Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"tell me."

“I can’t say,” Ned shook his head.

"why?"

“Because Your Excellency did not agree to let me reveal his name,” Ned said. “His Excellency Isaac’s name is quite widely known in British high society, or rather, most nobles in Europe with a little reputation have heard of him. I was fortunate enough to meet him once by chance.”

"What? Why are you being so mysterious?"

"Lord Isaac's identity has always been shrouded in mystery."

Ned had originally planned to reveal Isaac's identity to put everyone at ease, but Isaac interrupted him and told him not to, presumably because he had his own reasons.

For example, they already know that there are prisoners among us.

Ned lowered his head and began to think.

'Aside from Lord Isaac and the girl with him, the only other suspects left are Julie and Maurice, and Maurice, as someone involved back then, should theoretically be the more suspicious…'

Thinking this, he turned his head, wanting to see Maurice who was following behind him.

When I turned around, all I saw was a dimly lit corridor, and there was no one there.

"what?"

"what happened?"

Where is Maurice?

"what?"

Julie turned around and, sure enough, found that Maurice, who had been walking at the very back, had suddenly disappeared.

"Lord Isaac!" Ned called out quickly upon seeing this.

"Ok?"

"Maurice suddenly disappeared, could he...?"

"Oh, you mean the man I hit with a bottle?"

Isaac continued walking ahead without looking back.

"When he turned the corner, he went into the room next door by himself. I don't know what he was going to do, so there's no need to worry about it."

"but……"

"Let's keep going, the communications room is not far away."

"..."

Hearing Isaac say this, the two exchanged a glance and followed him.

Ned was now certain that Morris was the culprit in this incident, and Isaac's goal seemed to be to lure him into revealing his true identity.

Boom!

A loud bang caused the ship to shake, and small pieces of debris fell from the ceiling onto the heads of the people, who immediately tensed up.

"what happened!?"

“Oh, it’s nothing serious,” Isaac said casually. “The Morris who just left accidentally triggered a trap, but he survived by sheer luck.”

"Then what is he now..."

"We're already here."

Sure enough, the door to a room behind them slammed open, and Morris appeared before them with a twisted expression, holding a shotgun in his hand.

"If this ship is a replica of the old 'box,' then it's just as I expected."

Morris shouted and pointed his gun at the four men in front of him.

"Wait, Morris, what are you saying..."

“This ship is full of weapons. In drawers, in vases, under blankets… everywhere. This is one of them.” “Why…?”

Julie's voice came from behind me.

She looked at Maurice with a sorrowful expression, her hands trembling, as if she was about to cry.

Morris stared blankly at Julie. Then, with an air of self-satisfaction, he said:

"For the sake of killing each other."

"What's going on...?"

Morris shrugged.

"Some of them were killed by traps; others discovered weapons and began killing each other. Everything was in accordance with our plan. Because if too many people were allowed to survive, there would be no point."

What do you mean by that!?

“You don’t need to know. And…”

Morris smiled slightly.

“And there are 'hunting dogs'.”

"What exactly is it..."

"you do not need to know."

As soon as he finished speaking, Maurice placed his finger on the trigger.

"What's done is done. So what if that Asian man and the little girl aren't 'Hare'? I can't care about that anymore. Luckily, I have six bullets. I killed everyone and escaped from this ship alone."

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Isaac suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed the barrel of the gun.

"you……"

"I let you go hoping you'd come up with something interesting, but I never imagined you'd be on the verge of a mental breakdown."

"Varied……"

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

With a slight exertion of his arm, the barrel of the shotgun in Morris's hand began to twist, turning the muzzle 180 degrees to aim at his own head.

"it's all over."

boom!

Chapter 1079: The culprit

boom!

"Ok?"

A gunshot shattered the silence of the corridor, and after the sound, only the faint sound of waves crashing outside the cabin could be heard.

Morris fell to the ground with a thud, but it wasn't him or Isaac who fired the shot; it was Julie, wearing a red dress, who was behind him.

She held a small pistol, her forehead covered in cold sweat, the muzzle still emitting smoke.

"Phew... that was a close call."

"I think you've done something unnecessary."

Isaac loosened his grip, and Morris, now a corpse, fell to the ground.

"You're quite skilled, Miss Julie. How many people have you killed before?"

“What…what are you saying?” Julie denied repeatedly. “I only took out my gun because I was scared when I saw Maurice come out with a gun.”

"Shoot me while I've got him under control? Forget it... Where did you get your gun?"

"Of course, I took it from under a flowerpot. There are weapons hidden in many places on this ship, and I took a gun with me for self-defense in case of danger."

Which flowerpot?

"Of course it's the flower pot in the lounge... Seriously, you're going too far! I'm the one who saved you, and now you're starting to doubt me? Are you even human?" Julie was clearly very dissatisfied with Isaac's attitude.

"If I need you to save me, I might as well swallow feces and kill myself."

Isaac kicked Morris's body aside and walked past the group at the front.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Let's go to the communications room first, and we can talk about the rest after we get off the ship."

"You bastard..."

Although I was very dissatisfied with Isaac's attitude, this was not the time to talk about it. The most important thing was to get off the ship, which was full of traps and corpses.

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On the deck of the ship's cabin, the communications room is right next to the captain's cabin.

Along the way, several people also saw two people who had died before reaching this point.

The group triggered several traps along the way, but Isaac blocked them each time, and no one was injured.

“Then I’ll go to the communications room to get help. You stay outside,” Victorica said. “Don’t let the other two people in.”

"I see."

"besides……"

"Ok?"

"Don't go too far."

"……Oh."

After closing the door to the communications room, Isaac leaned against the doorway, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

Standing on the deck, enjoying the sea breeze at night was quite pleasant.

"Lord Isaac, may I borrow a light?"

"Ah."

Ned walked towards Isaac with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and Isaac casually tossed him his lighter.

Thank you.

Ned took a drag of his cigarette, a satisfied expression on his face, and stood side by side with Isaac outside the communications room.

"This experience was quite thrilling."