NOVEL NEXT Chapter 367: Max
"Seven, after this time's success, I will help you gain access to the inner circle of the Haunted Marshal Chemist Guild. Once you have a certain level of power, I can finally retire." Quinn called Seven over to him.
Seven was momentarily stunned, this was what he had always hoped for.
Only by truly entering the Haunted Marshal Chemist Guild could he wield immense power, just like his mentor Quinn. Small nations like Genosha could be easily manipulated and threatened, forced to resist silently.
"Really, Master? You can count on me! In this alchemist duel, I will give it my all!" Seven's face lit up with boundless joy as he thumped his chest and vowed earnestly.
Quinn nodded. This time, nothing could go wrong, he also needed to find a way to unleash all of Seven's potential.
"By the way, later you should check into Charles's background again. The information available online isn't reliable. Stick to the usual method and get it from a professional intelligence organization, but this time choose a different one. I want to ensure there are no issues with Charles's information." Quinn reiterated.
His nature was quite cautious, to be absolutely certain, he decided to switch to another intelligence organization to guarantee that everything was flawless.
Seven responded without a hint of hesitation, "Don't worry, Master. I won't let you down. You can count on me, there won't be any problems!"
After Seven left, Quinn fell into deep thought. He seriously contemplated continuing to apply pressure on the president of the Genosha Alchemist Guild and the Genosha royal family.
Quinn pulled out his phone and dialed a number, then calmly said:
"Owen, you should know what the consequences will be if this drags on any longer. Perhaps the Genosha Alchemist Guild will need a new president."
Within the Genosha Alchemist Guild,
Upon hearing Quinn's threat over the phone, Owen couldn't help but smile.
He rubbed his still aching waist, quickly organized his thoughts, and tried to avoid any flaws as he replied:
"Mr. Quinn, the decisions regarding Charles and Colton are not something the Alchemist Guild can influence. However, I will do my best to try and persuade Charles to agree to the alchemist duel!"
"Hmph, at least you know your place. After this matter is settled, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to the Haunted Marsh Alchemist Guild to find me. I'll help you out." Quinn's confident voice came through the phone.
Owen took a deep breath and couldn't help but remind him, "According to the rules of dueling among alchemists, the challenger must bear all the alchemical materials required for the duel, at least two portions..."
Before Owen could finish his sentence, Quinn interrupted him directly, saying:
"I know that already. You don't need to worry about it. The alchemical materials I have are beyond what you small-town alchemists can imagine."
Owen hinted, "I'm just worried about what will happen if some particularly rare alchemical materials are needed."
"Don't worry. As long as they can be bought in Genosha, no matter the cost, I will have them prepared. You just need to focus on your part!" Quinn's voice was assertive and full of confidence.
Owen couldn't wait to hang up the phone, he burst out laughing.
Quinn would never guess that Charles was now a top-tier alchemist and was planning to concoct the [Spirit Ice Liquid] during the duel!
The rarity of the [Ice Spirit Flower], a key ingredient for the [Spirit Ice Liquid], was unimaginable, only Charles had it in the entire Genosha.
Since Quinn had said this, he would have to purchase it from Charles when the time came.
"Listening to Quinn's overly confident and lofty tone, I almost couldn't help but tell him that Charles is now a top-tier alchemist, just to let him know what true genius really is."
"I really don't know how Charles can keep his composure, his mindset is so calm!" Owen sighed.
As the president of the Genosha Alchemist Guild, Owen had seen countless young people, most of whom were brimming with impulsive youthful spirit.
He even found it hard to remain calm like Charles at his age!
"While I was busy anticipating Quinn's collapse, I almost forgot that I need to prepare the alchemical materials for the [Spirit Ice Liquid] for Charles so he can practice early." Owen said, slapping his forehead in a rush.
In the next moment, he rushed into the storage room of the Genosha Alchemist Guild and took out all the alchemical materials for the [Spirit Ice Liquid].
There were enough materials to concoct forty portions of the [Spirit Ice Liquid], although it did not include the [Ice Spirit Flower], only a substitute called [Ice Ling Grass].
"That should be enough, right? Even if I'm supporting Charles, I'll pay for these alchemical materials myself." Owen said without any hesitation. Once he was prepared, he quickly had someone deliver all the alchemical materials to Charles.
Charles had just finished his afternoon classes and hadn't had a chance to eat when he received a large batch of alchemical materials. Although the quality of the materials for the [Spirit Ice Liquid] was not high, the sheer quantity meant it would still cost a good amount of gold coins.
When he was about to pull out some money, the delivery person said, "Mr. Charles, President Owen bought these alchemical materials himself, so you don't need to pay for them again."
Hearing this, Charles had no choice but to accept, it was Owen's support for him.
No matter who it was, being treated like that by Quinn from the Haunted Marsh would leave anyone feeling a bit unsettled, and Charles could understand Owen's thoughts.
After placing the forty portions of alchemical materials for the [Spirit Ice Liquid] into his storage space, Charles headed straight to the dining hall of the academy, looking for a private room as usual.
Max, Mousie, Mia, and Little Gold appeared in the room, and as soon as he entered, Little Gold rushed towards Charles eagerly.
"Master, Master, I'm hungry! I'm so hungry!" Little Gold's voice echoed in Charles's mind.
Charles replied somewhat helplessly, "Just wait a bit. You've eaten all the metal materials already."
"Alright, Master, I can hold out a little longer." Little Gold said, sounding disappointed.
Charles patted Little Gold's head and looked at its somewhat guilty expression, slowly saying, "You know, if you don't eat those metal materials, you'll just grow a bit slower. It's not like you're about to starve."
"I'm just trying to improve my strength quickly to help you, Master!" Little Gold darted to the corner of the room, defending itself.
Thinking about how everything would go smoothly, Charles figured that Quinn would probably pull out nearly a thousand gold coins, which would certainly be enough to buy metal materials for Little Gold to consume for quite a while.
Charles took out his phone and contacted Danel, the president of the Seven Kingdoms Merchant Association, asking him to keep an eye on all the metallic materials that appeared in the association recently, specifically the purple and orange-quality ones.
"Mr. Charles, you're not joking, are you? Since the last time you were looking for orange-quality metallic materials, the Seven Kingdoms Merchant Association has specially mobilized quite a few from other places. Buying all of them would require a considerable amount of money." Danel's voice came through the phone.
Charles replied, "You don't need to worry about that. Someone will be sending me money."
"Ah? What do you mean? Sorry, I shouldn't ask too many questions. Rest assured, I will set aside the purple-quality and orange-quality metallic materials as you requested." Danel said without hesitation.
At that moment, Mia, who had been quietly eating, suddenly spread her wings and flew onto Charles's shoulder, nuzzling her head against his face affectionately.
Charles immediately spoke to Danel on the phone, saying:
"There's one more thing. Please see if there are any fine wines available recently. Keep an eye out for high-quality, good-tasting ones, the price is negotiable!"
"No problem, Mr. Charles. You can count on me." Danel responded.
Upon hearing Charles's words, Mia let out an excited chirp and then flew back quickly to continue eating without hesitation.
"This little guy really is a wine enthusiast." Charles mused, noting that Little Gold and Mia had similar personalities, both would go after what they wanted without hesitation. One craved a lot of Metal Devour, while the other yearned for all sorts of fine wines.
Mousie was lively and optimistic, while Max was quieter and rarely expressed his inner thoughts.
As Charles thought about this, he glanced at Max, who was eating slowly and seemed unchanged from before.
However, Charles could sense that Max's mood was a bit low.
"What's wrong, Max? Is there anything you want? In a few days, someone will be sending me a large sum of gold coins, so I can buy anything." Charles asked proactively.
Max paused mid-bite and then casually replied, "Master, Max doesn't want anything. Just being able to eat honey soy glazed meat is enough for me."
"And also, just being able to be by Master's side, Max is already content."
Hearing this response, Charles let out a sigh. Max was the first mystical beast he had contracted and had been by his side the longest.
Thinking about this, Charles slowly reached out and patted Max's head, gently saying, "Once things aren't so busy, let's make some time to go out and have some fun."
"Really?" Max's tone noticeably rose, filled with joy.
Charles nodded. He truly wanted to relax and take a break.
After the alchemist duel and before the three academy competitions began, he would find some time to go out and enjoy himself.
"That's wonderful, Master! Max is so happy!" Max exclaimed, jumping with excitement.
Charles looked at the scene before him, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.