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Chapter 742

Simon, aware of the setting and the onlookers, managed to suppress his anger, letting out a cold snort instead. Andrew, unfazed, ignored him entirely. He glanced around the packed room and realized there were no available seats. Resigned, he and the two women moved to stand in a corner, waiting patiently. It was then that Andrew noticed a middle-aged man heading upstairs. A quick glance revealed that the upper floor offered a clear view of the hall below and seemed much more comfortable. Curious, Andrew stopped a passing server and asked, "Can anyone go upstairs?" The server gave him a once-over before replying politely, "I'm sorry, sir, but today is a special occasion. The upper floor is reserved exclusively for VIPs—leaders of Jandora's major families, powerful figures, and distinguished alchemists here for the event. "To maintain a suitable environment for our esteemed guests, we cannot allow anyone without proper credentials to go up. I hope you understand." Though the server

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