Chapter 74
Author: Pen thinker
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Some people leaned forward in anticipation. Others frowned in disbelief.

But one thing was clear: something about Raymond’s plain wooden box had stirred the attention of the banquet’s most knowledgeable man.

And now… everyone wanted to know if it was fake or real.

At that moment Waylon folded his arms, a confident grin forming on his face as Maxwell stood close to the chairman with focused steps. Though Maxwell’s interest puzzled many, Waylon remained convinced—there was no way Raymond's pill could outshine his.

Even if it was real, how could it possibly compare to a gift from a second-level alchemist?

So instead of stopping Maxwell, Waylon turned toward Raymond and sneered.

“Well then, Raymond,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “do you even dare to let Mr. Maxwell inspect it? Or are you just hoping no one looks too closely at your little trinket?”

More laughter rippled through the hall.

“Probably bought it from some back alley.”

“He doesn’t look nervous at all…
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