Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

"Five hundred gold coins? That's enough to buy ten of my lives! I could work myself to death and still wouldn't earn fifty gold coins!" a mid-level Genosha alchemist exclaimed, his mouth agape and his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Upon hearing his words, the other alchemists around him nodded in agreement, echoing their approval:

"Five hundred gold coins? That's a number I wouldn't even dare to imagine!"

Someone analyzed the situation and slowly said, "The Ice Spirit Flower is an extremely rare alchemy material, very valuable, but it can't possibly be worth five hundred gold coins!"

"Who cares? It's not our money anyway. That master-level alchemist from the Haunted Marsh forced Charles to participate in the alchemist duel using threats. I think five hundred gold coins is a low price!" After their initial shock, the other Genosha alchemists immediately felt that Charles's asking price was quite reasonable!

"That's right! If Charles loses, he won't be able to practice alchemy for the rest of his life. No amount of gold can buy back his talent in alchemy!"

"There should be a thousand gold coins for each Ice Spirit Flower!"

"Exactly! Five hundred gold coins is too low; a thousand gold coins is more like it. Charles's talent in alchemy is priceless!"

"That master-level alchemist from the Haunted Marsh isn't that impressive either! Does he really not have this much gold?"

"In my opinion, if they can't even part with this amount of gold, then there's no need to have a duel!"

More and more Genosha people shouted loudly, and Quinn heard every word clearly.

When he first heard Charles's quote, even he was taken aback!

Two Ice Spirit Flowers for a thousand gold coins? Even he would hesitate at that price.

"The Ice Spirit Flower may be rare, but your price is just too high!" Quinn gritted his teeth and said.

Charles shook his head, wearing a serious expression as he explained, "Things are valuable because they are rare, especially at this time."

Quinn understood the implication of those words; the alchemist duel had reached this point, and without purchasing the Ice Spirit Flower from Charles, there was no way to continue!

"Fine, one Ice Spirit Flower for five hundred gold coins, I accept!" Quinn gritted his teeth and said bit by bit.

He never expected to be taken for a ride by Charles here!

"One thousand gold coins for your entire alchemist career is a bit much; you're just a slightly talented alchemist after all," Quinn said slowly, filled with regret over his gold coins.

Charles didn't mind the sarcasm in Quinn's words at all. As soon as he heard Quinn agree, his previously calm heart began to swell with excitement and joy!

This alchemist duel was practically a way for him to earn money!

One thousand gold coins would be enough for Little Gold to grow rapidly, catching up to Mousie and Max in a short time; that was a sure thing!

Charles couldn't help but smile as he took out two Ice Spirit Flowers from his storage space and placed them among the alchemy materials provided by Quinn.

Quinn slowly pulled out a bank card with great reluctance and handed it to Charles.

"This card contains one thousand gold coins; you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Charles reached out to take it, but the bank card was firmly pinched between Quinn's fingers. Charles's first attempt to pull it out failed.

"Mr. Quinn, please let go; this one thousand gold coins is already mine!" Charles said with a smile.

Quinn sighed, ultimately giving the bank card to Charles.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then he looked at the two Ice Spirit Flowers placed among the alchemy materials, his heart bleeding.

No matter the outcome of this alchemy duel, that one thousand gold coins would never come back.

"Damn kid, I'll remember you. You'll find out that money isn't so easy to come by," Quinn couldn't help but say slowly in front of everyone.

His tone was filled with threats, but Charles didn't care at all.

At that moment, Seven began to speak, looking at the bank card in Charles's hand with jealousy. He said loudly:

"Charles, now that the materials are ready, it's time for you to face your failure! Choosing to sacrifice your entire alchemist career for immediate gain will be your biggest regret!"

Charles couldn't be bothered to respond to Seven. There was no need to waste words with someone who was about to become a loser.

Besides, it had been Quinn and Seven pushing him from the start; if it were anyone else, they would have been filled with despair by now.

"Both sides are prepared; the alchemist duel officially begins now!" Owen announced loudly.

The Genosha audience let out long sighs, slowly saying:

"Ah! What's meant to happen will happen. This duel is predictable; Charles's defeat is already obvious."

"Yeah, but at least there's a thousand gold coins to be gained; otherwise, that would really be a loss!"

"What are you talking about? With so many of us in Genosha, if each person contributes a little, it will far exceed a thousand gold coins. I still hope Charles can continue with alchemy in the future."

"Exactly! That way, Genosha will have another master-level alchemist!"

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The onlookers from Genosha wore expressions of disappointment and sadness as they watched Charles in the center of the arena, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

Especially after the duel started, Seven wasted no time and quickly began crafting the miracle drug.

While making the miracle drug, Seven seemed transformed, silent and extremely focused. His hands moved swiftly, and the alchemy materials on the lab table turned into liquid in no time.

On Charles's side, however, his pace was slow; he was still focused on separating the alchemy materials.

"Is this speed for real? No wonder he's a genius alchemist from the Haunted Marsh; we have no hope now!"

"Yeah, look at Seven's alchemy technique—it's so standard. Every step is correct, and he hardly makes any mistakes. Clearly, he's in great form."

"I can't bear to watch any longer."

As time passed, Seven's movements became even faster. The miracle drug on the alchemy lab's table began to merge under the heat of the flames, slowly transforming into the final product.

Meanwhile, Charles was still stuck on handling the alchemy materials, making virtually no progress.

Quinn watched Seven's performance with satisfaction. In his eyes, Seven had already unleashed one hundred percent of his strength, showing no signs of being affected by Charles's words before the duel began.

"The outcome is completely clear. This was a duel without suspense; Charles will definitely not be able to produce a blue-quality miracle drug, which is why he remains stuck at the processing stage of the alchemy materials!" Quinn thought to himself.

From the beginning of the alchemist duel, he had been keeping a close eye on Seven, only glancing at Charles a few times before realizing there was nothing special to see, and so he lost interest.

Even an ordinary audience member who didn't know anything about alchemy could clearly judge who had the upper hand in this situation.

Charles's current performance was no match for Seven at all!

Even so, the eyes of the Genosha audience remained fixed on Charles. They watched as Seven's progress steadily increased, while Charles seemed to be in a state of stagnation.

Finally, someone couldn't help but quietly say:

"Come on, Charles, you're still the hero of Genosha!"

"Go, Charles!"

"You can do it!"

What began as a single voice grew into a chorus of shouts from more and more Genosha spectators.

Meanwhile, at the border of Genosha, a similar scene was unfolding. Countless soldiers began to shout Charles's name with all their might, even though they knew there was no hope of victory in this duel.

The outcome was already decided.

No one blamed Charles; everyone understood that by agreeing to participate in the alchemist duel, he had chosen to sacrifice his alchemist future!

Mason stood high above, observing the expressions of unwillingness, anger, and sadness on the soldiers' faces. He nodded, feeling that the time was right to let the miracle happen!

Soon,

At the entrance of the Genosha Alchemist Guild, in the arena of the alchemist duel, Nathaniel glanced at the message sent from Mason. He casually cleared his throat.

Charles's ears perked up, and his hands suddenly began to move faster!

"Hmph, even at this point, you still want to grab attention?" Quinn scoffed disdainfully.

In his eyes, Charles was like a fish on the verge of dying from thirst, flailing helplessly, desperately trying to do something.

However, alchemy was not like anything else; if it could be done, it would be done, and if not, it simply couldn't be done!

No matter how much a senior alchemist struggled, they couldn't suddenly produce a blue-quality miracle drug that only a master alchemist could create during a duel.

"Even if Charles somehow improves and breaks through to master alchemist during this duel, he can't just grasp the crafting of the Spirit Ice Liquid!" Quinn thought to himself.

He had intended to stop focusing on Charles and watch Seven's final crafting of the miracle drug, but his gaze simply wouldn't shift away from Charles.

As Quinn observed Charles's movements, his mouth began to drop open slightly, then wider, until it seemed he could swallow an egg whole!

"How is this possible! No way!" Quinn's body stiffened as he trembled and pointed at Charles, who was rapidly crafting the Spirit Ice Liquid.

His reaction and actions immediately drew the attention of everyone present.

Charles was moving at an incredible speed, methodically crafting the blue-quality miracle drug, Spirit Ice Liquid.

"This can't be happening; it's absolutely impossible!" Quinn couldn't help but shout loudly.