Chapter 1367

"Then I'd love to see if your ending is really any better than mine!" Thomas

snapped, his defeat fueling the bitterness he now hurled at Andrew. The sting of failure had clearly twisted his mood, and Andrew became the target of his

frustration.

Meanwhile, Mosby stood with his hands behind his back, beaming toward the judges' platform.

He said proudly, "Clifford, Preston, my fellow peers in medicine. You've all checked this kid's so-called elixir by now, haven't you? If my guess is right, what he made isn't even an elixir-it's just trash, plain and simple."

He followed it up with another burst of arrogant laughter. He had noticed earlier that Andrew's cauldron had not released even a trace of medicinal aroma. It was like cooking a meal with no smell coming out-there could only be one conclusion: total failure.

Just then, startled voices rose from behind, followed by the sound of hurried shuffling and clattering.

"Huh? W-What is this..."

Suddenly, Mosby's brow furrowed, wondering what Preston and Clifford were doing. Were they really that shaken by Andrew's failed elixir?

instant, Mosby's heart skipped a beat. Their eyes were filled with something

chaos erupted. The expert panel and high-ranking medical professionals

That fragrance—so concentrated it's contained—and

It completely outclasses any sixth- grade Royal

Andrew must be a seventh-grade alchemist—an Imperial

crushed! Andrew is the real winner-we

news spread like wildfire—quick, uncontrollable, devastating. Just like

Yes, another stunned silence.

man who caused

Chantelle for support.

Governor McCormick, the rules clearly state

damn rules! Did you not hear? Andrew just refined a seventh-grade Imperial Elixir! He's a once-in-a-century prodigy!

Andrew's most powerful

composed. He whispered, "Logan,

the family security

Imperial Elixir? That kind of power drives people mad.

doing that might spark

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