Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

"Withdraw Kingston's troops? No way, they'll naturally pull back after the duel is over." Miles replied with a cheerful smile.

Quinn looked puzzled, could it be that the Emperor of Genosha was out of his mind?

"Since Genosha has complied with my wishes, I will no longer target Genosha. You can rest assured about that. I'm here this time for Colton and his apprentice." Quinn said thoughtfully, speaking slowly.

Miles nodded, he certainly didn't want Kingston to withdraw their troops. This was a golden opportunity to strike a blow to the enemy's morale while boosting his own country's spirits, and such chances were hard to come by.

In fact, Kingston was in a situation similar to Genosha. Among the seven nations of the Abyssal Depths, Kingston and Genosha ranked lowest in overall strength.

In response to Quinn's request, Kingston didn't refuse, in fact, they were quite willing. On one hand, it would enhance their own strength, and on the other, it would deal a blow to Genosha—what's not to like?

With this thought in mind, Miles silently pondered: "The whole premise relies on Charles's crushing defeat, which would severely dampen Genosha's morale. But will Charles actually fail?"

Miles slowly took out a blue-quality miracle drug that he had kept in his pocket and offered it to Quinn with a smile, saying:

"Things have been quite busy in the country these past few days, and I haven't had the chance to properly host you, Mr. Quinn. This is a miracle drug crafted by a young alchemist I hold in high regard. Perhaps you could take a look and give your feedback?"

Quinn cast a peculiar glance at Miles but said nothing further. He hadn't intended to help with this, but the blue-quality miracle drug in Miles's hand piqued his interest just a bit.

Quinn took the miracle drug and carefully examined its color, condition, and aroma. He even opened it, poured a drop onto the back of his hand, and felt the effects of the miracle drug beginning to evaporate.

"Not bad, this alchemist must have been trying to become a top-tier alchemist for quite some time but has struggled to improve." Quinn remarked.

The smile on Miles's face grew even wider, and his tone shifted with excitement as he said:

"Mr. Quinn, as a master-level alchemist of the Haunted Marsh, you can spot the issues right away."

Quinn thought for a moment and felt that this was Miles signaling goodwill towards him.

It might also be to consider the young man Miles mentioned, wanting him to learn under his guidance.

"The way to improve is quite simple. The crafting of this miracle drug is filled with techniques of a high-level alchemist, but it contains very little from a top-tier alchemist. If he has time, let him go study at the alchemist guild in the Haunted Marsh, that should suffice." Quinn said slowly.

The blue-quality miracle drug only intensified his contempt for the alchemist level in Genosha.

Miles nodded and said directly, "This bottle of blue-quality miracle drug is a gift for you, Mr. Quinn. I hope you'll like it."

Quinn looked at Miles, feeling utterly confused.

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Like what? Like when?

At that moment, the crowd on the road to the alchemist guild stirred once again. Like the slowly drawn curtain on a stage, the crowd began to part, revealing Charles's calm figure to everyone.

Behind him followed an endless line of Genosha citizens, each gaze fixed on Charles, filled with worry and anticipation.

"Charles, you finally made it! I thought you were too scared to show up, just like your teacher, wanting to be a coward!" Seven immediately spoke up.

In an instant, all the eyes of the Genosha people turned to him, filled with barely contained fury.

"Idiot!" Quinn cursed inwardly. Seven was truly brainless, publicly mocking Charles at this moment was reckless. If something unexpected happened and ruined his plans, it would be disastrous.

"The participants of the alchemist duel are here, so let's get this duel started!" Quinn said, shifting the topic.

Owen, the president of the Genosha alchemist guild, waved his hand, and immediately people brought out the necessary alchemy instruments and equipment, including the alchemy lab.

Once everything was ready, Owen led Colton and Quinn to the very center of the arena.

On either side of the alchemist duel arena sat the upper echelons of Genosha, including Emperor Miles and Nathaniel, both wearing expectant smiles as they watched Owen loudly announce:

"Both participants in the duel, please enter the arena to inspect the alchemy lab and the various alchemy instruments and equipment."

Without hesitation, Charles stepped into the duel arena and began carefully inspecting the alchemy equipment. He had learned from experience when trying to master the crafting of [Spirit Ice Liquid], having wasted some alchemy materials due to not checking thoroughly.

Meanwhile, Seven held his head high and mocked loudly:

"Charles, what are you checking for? No matter how thoroughly you inspect, you can't defeat me. I suggest you just give up, after all, weren't you just here to fail?"

When he said this, Seven expected Charles to respond or show anger, but to his surprise, it was as if his words were a small stone thrown into an endless ocean, creating no ripples at all.

"Hmph, pretending not to hear, are you? Soon enough, you'll see where the gap lies between a local alchemist and an alchemist from the Haunted Marsh!" Seven scoffed, then stepped into the arena.

He began to carefully inspect the various instruments and equipment, mainly concerned that Genosha might try to pull a fast one.

Owen noticed Seven's thoughts and, to prevent any underhanded tactics, directly stated:

"If the duel participants are dissatisfied with the instruments and equipment, they may prepare their own, but they must be checked to prevent the use of any special devices."

Seven's eyes brightened, and he immediately looked at Quinn.

Quinn took out a complete set of alchemy equipment from his storage item and handed it to the staff of the Genosha alchemist guild for inspection.

"Well, while we're at it, we can discuss the alchemy materials Charles will need." Quinn said as he glanced at Owen.

Owen smiled and slowly replied, "No rush, let's announce the miracle drug Seven will be crafting."

Without waiting for Quinn to speak, Owen announced loudly:

"Seven has chosen to craft the green-quality miracle drug, the Strengthening Miracle Drug!"

Instantly, the spectators among the Genosha alchemists erupted in surprise, discussing with astonished expressions:

"The Strengthening Miracle Drug? Seven is so confident that he chose to craft such a difficult miracle drug?"

Some who hadn't heard of the Strengthening Miracle Drug asked curiously for more information.

Soon, other alchemists, their faces filled with concern, spoke heavily, saying:

"The Strengthening Miracle Drug is one of the most difficult types of green-quality miracle drugs, specifically designed to enhance the power of mystical beasts. It is known for its high difficulty, rarity, and quality that approaches blue-quality miracle drugs."

"Seven choosing to craft this miracle drug suggests he is really close to becoming a top-tier alchemist. What will Charles do now?"

After understanding this, the other alchemists looked at Charles with worried expressions.

Meanwhile, Seven, listening to the murmurs around him, held his head high and confidently declared:

"Charles, my success rate for crafting the Strengthening Miracle Drug is nearly ninety percent. In this alchemist duel, we have two chances to craft a miracle drug, and I will definitely succeed. You might as well just give up."

Charles seemed to hear something that puzzled him. He slowly turned to look at Seven and then shifted his gaze to Colton nearby.

Seven had been watching Charles closely and, seeing his confused expression, scoffed and said:

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"Can't believe it, huh? An excellent alchemist must have a success rate of at least eighty-five percent when crafting miracle drugs. Can alchemists from a small place like yours achieve that?"

The surrounding Genosha alchemists wanted to refute this statement but found themselves at a loss for words, as the vast majority of them could not boast such high success rates.

Of course, if one were to craft a miracle drug of a lower tier than their own alchemist level, such as a top-tier alchemist crafting a green-quality miracle drug, the success rate would indeed be much higher.

"Ah, no wonder the alchemist from the Haunted Marsh has such a high success rate, it's truly overwhelming!"

"Yeah, I was hoping that Seven would fail to craft twice in a row. If that happened, Charles could just craft any green-quality miracle drug and win outright!"

"It seems that this time, Charles will be unable to defeat his opponent!"

"This is so frustrating! If only Charles had a little more time, he would definitely be able to beat Seven!"

Hearing the other alchemists discussing Seven's success rate in crafting miracle drugs, Charles's expression grew even more puzzled.

Suddenly, Colton seemed to have a realization, his face filled with astonishment. He quickly approached Charles, looking intently at him.

He suddenly recalled that during the time Charles had been learning alchemy from him, he had only attempted to craft miracle drugs in front of him a few times, and each time had been successful.

As he approached Charles, before Colton could say anything, Charles quietly remarked:

"Master, when they talk about success rates, are they referring to the success rate of crafting miracle drugs after mastering the formulas?"

Colton took a deep breath and replied softly, "No, they refer to the success rate after mastering the formula for the miracle drug."

At that moment, Charles appeared to be struck by a revelation. He opened his mouth and slowly asked:

"Shouldn't the success rate be one hundred percent after fully mastering the formula for the miracle drug? Aside from unexpected factors like equipment failure, shouldn't it be a guaranteed success?"

Colton was even more shocked. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then fell silent.

After a couple of seconds, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Don't tell me that after you fully mastered the formula for the miracle drug, every time you craft one, it always succeeds?"