Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"They are all taking very good care of you."

"Ah."

When babies meet Violet, they are always exceptionally well-behaved. It's unclear whether this is related to Violet's genes, which make up more than 60% of their genes.

"Even though it's supposed to be taking care of them, this is just too cruel."

Isaac took the baby from Violet's arms, his expression noticeably grave.

"They actually dressed my baby in girls' baby clothes! How awful! My baby has been abused like this. What if he's really treated like a girl in the future?"

Violet: "It should be alright for a child, right?"

"Childhood memories can have an impact on the future. If you are raised as a girl from a young age, you may not be able to change when you grow up... Son, you must remember that you are a man. When you grow up, you must become a strong man like your father."

"Well, I see."

The baby blinked innocently and nodded its adorable head.

"Oh, so good~"

Isaac's face was full of smiles as he lifted the baby high and said, "Such a good son, just tell Daddy what you want to eat, and Daddy will make it for you tomorrow."

"Then I want the food in Dad's left pocket."

"It's in my left pocket, let me see... um."

After putting the baby down, Isaac reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

It's just a regular cigarette pack, with 10mg of tar, 1mg of nicotine, and 10mg of carbon monoxide. It's a regular filter cigarette with virtually no health benefits.

"...Um, I don't have any food in my left pocket."

"I want to eat the one that Dad is holding."

The baby waved his little hand, pointing to the half-pack of cigarettes Isaac was holding.

"This...is not for eating."

"But I clearly see Dad hiding on the balcony every day sucking on this, it must be delicious, right?"

"No, no, no, this is definitely not something to eat."

"Dad, are you eating alone?"

"Kid, listen up."

Isaac squatted down and placed his hand on the baby's head, who was sitting on the bed. He said earnestly, "This thing is a ticket for men who have experienced many hardships to temporarily escape this noisy world. It's too early for you."

"When can we eat it?"

"You can start smoking after you turn eighteen and become an adult. Your father also started smoking after he became an adult."

"OK then."

"Hmm, very good. Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

"Cream cake."

"A cream cake, right? Dad will make it for you when he comes home tomorrow," Isaac said with a smile.

Even so, the baby's eyes remained fixed on the half-pack of cigarettes in Isaac's hand.

Even with an extremely high growth rate, the baby is still a child at this stage.

In his eyes, anything his father ate must be delicious, and eating it secretly at night must mean he was stingy and unwilling to share. It meant he was eating alone.

"Today we received a mission from headquarters to retrieve intelligence from a hired temporary worker. If it is discovered that the person has leaked information, we are to eliminate him immediately."

In the activity room of Queen Mavis Academy, Ange reported on her mission.

"Has the target's whereabouts been discovered?" Dorothy asked.

“I heard they’ve already got their eyes on us from the police department. If we play around for a while, the intelligence will fall into the Kingdom’s hands,” Ange said. “And… the organization also told me something else.”

"what?"

"That person could be a double agent; we need to investigate him when we bring him back."

"A double agent again, and being watched by the police department, this mission is really not simple."

"So that means..." the princess said, "that we're going outside again?"

"Yes, but we don't need many people this time, so Princess, you can stay in the activity room."

"OK then."

Upon hearing this, the princess bent down and smiled at the baby in the cradle.

“Great, little Chaos, I’ll take care of you today.”

"..."

"What gift does little Chaos want? Macarons or cake?" Dorothy asked with a smile. "We'll bring it back for you when we get back."

"A gift?" The baby's eyes lit up.

“Yes, as long as you behave well by the princess's side, we'll buy you a gift,” Dorothy said. “What do you want?”

The baby rolled its eyes and said, "I want a ticket to temporarily escape this noisy world."

"Huh? What kind of ticket?"

Chapter 1292: The Baby's 'Work' Diary

On an ordinary day, the baby sat up in his crib, his chubby little hands resting on the edge of the cradle, his red eyes blinking as he looked around.

My name is Yao Yaoling, I am six months old, and I am currently working.

The baby, watching the busy girls in the activity room, began to have a flurry of inner monologues.

'My mother is a very gentle and beautiful woman, and my father is also very outstanding...he could be even more outstanding if he didn't try to be the only one to enjoy life.'

Thinking this, the baby turned its gaze to the beautiful young women who were drinking tea and chatting at a round table.

"The people in front of me are the traitorous princess, the stupid woman, the good-for-nothing, the brainless samurai, and Aunt Ange. Yes, I don't need to remember the names of these stinky women; just remember Aunt Ange's name."

The baby blinked.

"I heard they're doing a job called espionage. I have absolutely no idea what espionage is or if it's any good, but to me, they seem so cheerful and talkative every day that they don't look like they're working seriously at all. And my job here is to monitor them."

Thinking of this, the baby's face clearly showed a very proud expression.

"Huh? Little Chaos is watching us?"

Are you hungry?

The princess smiled, took a piece of cream cake from her plate with a fork, walked to the baby's cradle, and shook it in front of him.

"Want some?"

'Hmph, this foolish princess really thinks I'm so easy to fool. I was sent by my father to monitor you. If you don't work properly, I'll definitely tell on you when I get back…'

"Open your mouth, ah~"

"what--"

The baby opened its mouth wide and ate the cake from the princess's hand.

"I'll forgive you this time, for the sake of the cake."

"Princess, you really dote on your child," Dorothy said with a smile as she sat down.

“Because this is the child Ange found,” the princess said with a smile. “And I’m also very much looking forward to seeing what this child will be like when he grows up.”

"Judging by his looks, he should be a handsome man," Dorothy chuckled after taking a sip of her black tea. "With his looks, he could easily seduce those young ladies from noble families in the future. I know many wealthy heiresses were born this year; little Chaos could take them as his role models!"

'What a clueless, stupid woman! When I grow up, I'll be a muscular man, not some pretty boy.'

The baby's face slowly puffed up with anger.

"And my future partner can't possibly be one of those women whose faces I don't even know; she'll at least have to know how to make macarons and strawberry cakes."

"Don't deceive a girl's feelings. It's best to find a good girl and spend your life with her."

“‘Good girls’ only exist in fantasy,” Dorothy said with a shrug. “Look at us, which one of us is a good girl? We’re all spies, so little Chaos should learn from us so that he can at least tell who the good girls are in the future.”

'Got it. Dorothy, that stupid woman, has absolutely nothing to do with being a good girl. I even learned a word from Dad yesterday, something like Bi...tch, yeah, that's it.'

The baby looked at Dorothy with dead fish eyes.

However, when it came to good girls, the baby thought of her conversation with her father a few nights ago.

……

...

"Dad~"

"What's wrong, kid?"

Isaac, who was writing in his textbook with the bedside lamp on, turned his head to look at the baby lying next to him.

"Dad, those nasty women seemed to be discussing 'excellent women' today. What kind of girl qualifies as an excellent woman?"

"Of course, it's like your mother."

"Oh."

“In my opinion, the only woman who can be called the perfect woman is your mother,” Isaac said with a smile, stroking the baby’s head. “She is the template for the perfect woman, and no one can surpass her in my heart.”

Violet was lying on the other side of the baby, and when she heard Isaac say that, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

There is no doubt that his mother is excellent, and the baby knows this very well.

But speaking of templates...

Looking at Violet's beautiful face, the only features the baby could think of were her blonde hair and blue eyes.

……

...

'It seems only a princess fits this template, but unfortunately she's a foolish woman... Honestly, why does she have to have the same hair color as my mother? It's easy to cause misunderstandings.'

The baby in the cradle glared angrily at the princess, who was chatting and laughing with her companions.

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