The worst alchemists would be awarded a gray token meant for low-tier stalls. Even though low-tier stalls were still worth a sum of money, they were not worth as much as higher-tier ones.
Those who did slightly better would be able to get bronze tokens meant for middle-tier stalls. Even higher up were golden tokens for high-tier stalls.
From the start, only two people had gotten golden tokens. When Fane stepped into the test area, the same thing from the entry test happened. A barrier separated him from the outside world, and no one could interfere or affect him at all.
Fane looked up at the glowing condensing plate in front of him. All of the pill runes that were either complete or incomplete from before disappeared as new questions appeared.
All of the pill runes totalled up to 90, the same amount during the entry test. Fane took a deep breath, earnestly looking at the pill runes he needed to complete.
What shocked Fane was the fact that those pill runes had not just been seen by Fane before, but even left a deep impression in his mind. Of course, those impressions were not Fane's, but the memories he inherited.
It was because Fane knew everything that he was so surprised. That was because the pills runes were incredibly difficult. Even an eighth-grade alchemist might not be able to complete all of them.
With that in mind, Fane took a deep breath, already committed at that moment. 500000 spirit crystals were at stake. If he could not even get that, it would be much harder for him in the future.
Fane was facing the challenge with all his might inside.
Outside the barrier, things were much calmer. Rudy raised his eyebrows as he distanced himself from the crowd. He did not want to bother wasting his time on them.
It was just like what Fane had told him; wasting his time on people like Mark and his 'companions' were pointless. They would not listen to the truth and would insist on following their feelings. Still, Rudy could not stomach how pleased they were with themselves.
So many things had happened that wore out Rudy's patience. Even if he knew that there might be a major plot behind everything, he did not want to see people like these men so haughty.
Gent took a deep breath. Rudy's words had, admittingly, aggravated him. Even though he knew that whatever he said would not stand up to Fane actually convincing everyone with his results, he did not want to see Rudy happy, even if for a moment.
He snorted and said, "I'll admit that Fane might be a little skilled. He might even have the skills of a seventh-grade alchemist, but so what? There are many seventh-grade alchemists in Prosper City.
"Even if it was me, I wouldn't be able to get a golden token and get a high-tier stall. Only alchemists from the inner valley of Phoenix Valley or alchemists with extraordinary talents could do that!"
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