Brielle smiled. "Not only did he return, but he also crippled Sorya's Ezekiel Beckett from the Tristars Group and sent him back home. Mr. Orben, it seems your time studying with the Divine Alchemists left you a little out of touch with the news." Theon's face turned sour. "Madam Baxter, you're right. I haven't kept up with what's been happening in Chetvine. I just got back and heard that someone here at Sovereign's Apothecary was about to refine a ninth-grade supreme elixir, and my first thought was simple: fraud, 100% fraud." Brielle shook her head. "Mr. Lloyd is no fraud. He's the treasure of Sovereign's Apothecary. With him here, we'll be producing high-grade pills that people will fight to get their hands on." Theon snorted. "I refuse to believe his skills have truly reached the ninth grade. Madam Baxter, you should always be cautious. That brat has been running around like an outlaw for years, and who knows what kind of scheme he's planning now that he's back. If we get fool

At last, Mikayla found the perfect angle. From here, she could finally see the supreme alchemist's side profile. In an instant, her face went pale. From that angle, there was no mistaking it: the man looked just like Andrew. Her thoughts spun into chaos, and she felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her heart, leaving her unbearably restless. 'It can't be him. If he were truly a ninth-grade supreme alchemist, then he wouldn't be so obscure. Every eighth-grade alchemist in the country is famous, praised, and talked about everywhere. But Andrew's name has never been heard in those circles, so it's impossible it's him.' After reasoning with herself, Mikayla felt a little better. Yet when her eyes drifted back, the resemblance was undeniable. If Andrew really was this ninth-grade supreme alchemist, then how was she supposed to face him? Her heart thudded like a drum. 'It's impossible, absolutely impossible…' Mikayla kept forcing herself to believe that. Just then, a

Andrew continued working with the cauldron, crafting several more batches of high-grade elixirs. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he kept half of them for himself. The other master alchemists watching twitched at the corners of their mouths, their faces filled with envy. Yet, none of them dared to say a word. Even though most of them were already in their 70s, with snow-white hair, they still had to address Andrew as a senior. And as juniors, they had no right to criticize the way he did things. Amari chuckled and said, "Andrew, your habit of skimming a cut is just as polished as ever." What he really meant was that even with Brielle standing right there, Andrew taking half the loot for himself seemed a little ruthless. However, Andrew showed no reaction at all, as if he had not even heard. "Whatever Mr. Lloyd takes, he fully deserves," Brielle said instead, nodding her approval without the slightest care. … Meanwhile, Mikayla had spent quite some time searchin

Isabelle herself was also a spoiled little princess in her own family. However, she had always respected Mikayla greatly. She had always thought Mikayla was the best among the older girls and wanted to learn from her. That was why she had been content to play the role of the younger one. But now, with Mikayla being so aggressive and even doing things that Isabelle despised, she no longer wanted to put up with it. After all, they were both heiresses, so why should she keep giving in? Andrew was someone she had wanted to kill before. However, he never had bad intentions toward her and had won her over with his character. Isabelle had not even noticed that, as she had been dealing with Andrew, she had developed a sense of disgust and rejection toward Mikayla. Mikayla's face flushed red with anger. "Oh, so now you want to settle scores with me over Andrew? Isabelle, if that's how it is, then we're no longer friends. Sure, I know the secret training methods for Awakened Reaper's Wr

Theon sneered. "You think I'd believe that nonsense? Ten years ago, you were just another brat, but because you trained under Mr. Zeroual, everyone was terrified of your background. People lined up to call you a genius alchemist." He continued, "I didn't buy into it. Yet my alchemy still couldn't compare to yours, and I was humiliated. But Andrew, what goes around comes around. Ten years have passed. You boast about having ninth-grade supreme alchemist skills, but in my eyes, you're nothing." Andrew winced. "Theon, could you at least have some shame? You're, what, 80 years old now? And you're still saying things like that? Honestly, I feel embarrassed for you. If you're going to act cool, at least change it to 'don't underestimate me', and then tack on 'let me rest in peace'." Hearing this, Amari burst out laughing. "Andrew, your tongue is as sharp as ever!" He could not match Theon in verbal sparring, but Andrew was different. He could verbally beat him. Theon's face darkene