Chapter 5282
Chaplin could not care less about manners and etiquette now. He even forgot about his reputation as a level-five alchemist.
“Are you trying to go against me on purpose? You've stolen everyone I want! Do you really think I’m a pushover?”
Chaplin’s accusations frightened all the onlookers.
The alchemists who were not selected looked at Philip and Chaplin expectantly. They hoped that Philip could help them become powerful alchemists too.
“What a nutcase,” Philip muttered under his breath before turning to Alton.
“The contest is over. Can we award the prize now?”
The winner was obviously Custard.
Alton nodded earnestly.
He did not expect things to progress so smoothly. Chaplin really did get into a conflict with Philip.
Initially, he was worried that Philip would try to please Chaplin, but Philip’s personality was as direct and unpleasant as ever.
“Sure, I’ll present the award right now. The seed will belong to Custard.”
Alton reluctantly handed a beautiful box to Cus

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