Philip could not deny that the kid was capable. After examining the pill in his hand, Philip thought the kid was pretty good. Although inferior to his students, he should be one of the best on this continent. Philip had never heard of this kid, but he forgot about the matter when he went home. The next day, all the contestants gathered at the square. The square was very crowded, and everyone looked forward to the start of the contest. As for the contestants, they looked at the ordinary practitioners in disdain.Practitioners were divided into different categories. Ordinary practitioners were only good at fighting, the lowest level of practitioners. Practitioners with skills, like them, were different. Alchemists and weaponsmiths had a distinguished status, enjoying preferential treatment no matter where they went. More importantly, they earned a lot of money and were quite powerful. Other than a possible slight disadvantage at combat, other aspects could be made up with pills
The practitioners seemed very curious about these stories. They listened with great interest and exclaimed in surprise from time to time. Custard and the other kid were disdainful and seemed impatient. After some time, Alton finally stopped. Philip was almost dozing off. Alton’s speech was better than a hypnotic spell, putting Philip to sleep easily. “Okay, the level-five alchemist that everyone has been waiting for has arrived. I hope everyone can do their best and see if you can catch the eye of this alchemist! Maybe you guys will have a chance to become his apprentice!” Alton's words caused a stir, and everyone whispered in excitement. Everyone wanted the chance to become an alchemist’s apprentice. They listened so seriously just now because they wanted to leave a good impression on the other party. However, Chaplin didn't pay attention to the crowd because he was focused on Philip. Chaplin had never seen such an arrogant man in his life. Philip was the first person wh
Philip was very modest and did not brag about himself. After all, empty talk was quite unnecessary. Lyle was quite excited to hear Philip’s introduction. He actually felt that Philip was quite to his liking. “Oh, I see.” Chaplin looked down on Philip even more because he did not even dare to say anything about himself. Alton chuckled inwardly. This progress was within his expectations. Alton was aware of Chaplin’s character and knew that Philip would never compromise with him. The interaction between these two people would definitely result in sparks, and Alton could take advantage of the situation and reap some benefits from it. “Well, I think we can put this aside. Let’s start the contest!” At Alton’s command, the contestants went on stage.Alton had prepared all the pill furnaces and herbs for the contest. “Each person will receive two sets of materials. Failure will result in disqualification.” Alton announced the rules of the contest, which were clearly quite la
Custard could easily make more than 50 pills from one set of materials, which was simply unheard of, so he chose to keep ten pills and hid the rest. He quickly finished using up two sets of materials, leaving 15 pills. Although Custard kept a low profile, he still attracted Chaplin’s attention. He thought that this boy's movements were smooth and fluid, very proper indeed. Chaplin even gained some enlightenment as he watched Custard’s pill-making process. However, the enlightenment was not very profound, so he looked forward to interacting with Custard in private. Time quickly came to an end, and many people were forced to withdraw from the contest. They stood next to their furnaces with remorse and anger. Two sets of materials were simply insufficient. Their failure rate was usually quite high, so this requirement was too steep for them. Pill-making was an expensive business, so ordinary families could hardly support the growth of an alchemist. “Okay, let the remaining
Chaplin paused the progress of the contest and beckoned to Lyle excitedly. Lyle was surprised by this development. He merely made ten pills. “What are you doing? It's scary.” Chaplin's attitude was quite bizarre, and Lyle frowned in dissatisfaction. However, Chaplin was unfazed and accepted Lyle’s admonishment. He had to take this practitioner with great talent under his wing. Most practitioners who wanted to join him were not very talented, so Chaplin never took them seriously. Now that a great talent had finally appeared in front of him, Chaplin’s attitude was completely different. Chaplin spoke to Lyle cautiously, trying to trick Lyle into joining him. However, Lyle never played by the rules. Meanwhile, Philip simply watched without a word. He knew that Lyle would never give in to Chaplin. Sure enough, Lyle sighed impatiently upon hearing Chaplin’s suggestion. “Are you sick? This contest has not reached its end, but you interrupted it so abruptly. Do you even respect
Custard’s initial plan was to put one more pill than Lyle, but he placed more by mistake, so he was sure to win this round. After all, he was the last contestant, so no one else could surpass him. Chaplin stared at Custard in disbelief and anticipation. He hardly saw any pill-making geniuses, but he bumped into three today. The girl was pretty good but lacking in comparison to the two boys. Custard, the last contestant, was simply incredible. “Custard Clarke?” Chaplin read the name aloud and wondered why he had such a strange name. “Sorry, there was a mistake. It's Gustard Clarke." Custard chose his name because of Philip, so he did not want others to call him by this name. Chaplin nodded at the sight of the more normal name. “This name is very unusual and seems quite domineering, very suitable for pill-making. Why don't you join me as my apprentice? I can take your pill-making achievements to the next level.” Philip laughed at Chaplin’s bragging and thought something was
“Buddy, you have a point. Someone like him who doesn’t respect others doesn’t deserve any respect in return either!” The two started chatting happily. Seeing this, Chaplin was furious. Others simply watched in silence. They knew Chaplin’s identity. Although they were angry at Chaplin's disregard, no one dared to say a word. Chaplin had been ignoring their presence, even verbally humiliating them. So what if he could not produce so many pills? They had no right to be so arrogant! Although they were angry, they could only choose to timidly avoid this powerful existence. Many people were unfazed and still hoped to become Chaplin’s servant. After all, working for a level-five alchemist was something to be proud of. Only Lyle and Custard were nonchalant. “Okay, let’s allow Philip to say a few words. What do you think of everyone's performance and these two arrogant newcomers?” Seeing that things were not optimistic, Alton tried to shift the attention to Philip. After a
Custard was unhappy to hear everyone speaking ill of his mentor. He stepped forward and said, “Stop making wild guesses. Philip is my mentor. There’s no point in saying anything else.” Everyone was stunned to hear that. With that confirmation, it meant that Philip was much better than that level-five alchemist. Chaplin scowled darkly, surprised to hear that Custard was Philip's apprentice. He was furious when he realized that Philip did not say a word when he invited Custard to become his apprentice. Philip did it on purpose to embarrass him. The more Chaplin thought about it, the angrier he became, and he wished he could kill Philip. Lyle, on the other hand, had a different thought. In his opinion, Custard was very strong, and his ability had exceeded his expectations. At least, Lyle believed that he could not surpass Custard easily. After much deliberation, Chaplin decided to focus on Lyle. “Lyle, don't tell me you’re Philip's apprentice too,” Chaplin said to Lyle cau