Although Hawkins had been a Great Alchemist for many years, he clearly hadn't considered advancing to the Master Alchemist realm.
Let alone Hawkins …
Even Great Alchemists who were more experienced than Hawkins, like Bassoro, Granger, and Cadgar, were far from reaching that level. Among the Great Alchemists of Thousand Sails City, only Thorpe and Lys could reach that level.
With Hawkins' current skill, challenging such a difficult problem would only lead to a tragic end.
That's right, Hawkins was truly tragic now.
He had originally been impatient with Faleau's pestering and thought that an Alchemist shouldn't have any complicated problems, so he might as well solve them as soon as possible and get the hell out of here. But in the end, he ended up hitting a wall. 'Damn, is this really something an Alchemist should know? Don't mess with me … '
It would have been fine if Faleau was a Great Alchemist. If he couldn't solve it, he could just throw the formula back. 'So what if I can't solve it? If you have the ability, then you can solve it yourself. Since no one can solve it, then there's no need to say anything.
The problem was that Faleau was an ordinary Alchemist.
This was a bit troublesome.
If an Alchemist couldn't solve a problem, he could ask a Great Alchemist for pointers. But if a Great Alchemist couldn't solve a problem, how could he throw it back to an Alchemist?
At this time, Hawkins truly felt like dying.
'What should I do? If this stalemate continues, will it really be like Faleau said? Will I really have to spend the night here? That would be a huge joke. The Gilded Rose had even prepared blankets for him!
But what could he do if he didn't continue the stalemate? The other side was an Alchemist. How could he, an esteemed Great Alchemist, admit defeat to an Alchemist? If word of this got out, it would be embarrassing enough …
Hawking felt that he was like a piece of barbecue meat on the fire. No matter which side he turned, he would only be roasted until the oil was sizzling.
As time passed, more and more sweat appeared on Hawking's forehead. In the end, Hawking stopped calculating and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Hundreds of pieces of paper filled with various characters were thrown at his feet. Hawking was in despair about the formula. It wasn't a problem he could challenge now. All he could think about now was how to get out of this predicament. As for the formula … To hell with it!
A full five hours passed, from morning to afternoon ….
However, none of the more than a hundred spectators in the hall were willing to leave, because they all felt that a rare good show was being staged!
At this point, even the most slow-witted onlookers could see that Great Alchemist Hawkins was going to make a fool of himself.
That Great Alchemist Hawkins confidently came to the Gilded Rose for an exchange of skills, smashing their reputation and slapping their faces, but he didn't even get to see the Gilded Rose's Great Alchemist before being stumped by a twenty-year-old Alchemist. How could they watch such a good show? Who would be willing to leave at such a time?
Thus, the pressure on Hawkins increased by quite a bit.
Losing face was one thing, but losing face in front of so many people … Hawkins really couldn't accept it.
'No good, I have to think of a way to turn things around!
'Right, I still have the Berserk Blood Potion!'
Hawkins' eyes shone as he thought of this. It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed in his mind, and his thoughts suddenly became clear. 'Hell, I really made Faleau lose his mind. I came to the Gilded Rose today to have an exchange of skills, not to help you solve your problem.'
'That's right, an esteemed Great Alchemist being unable to solve an Alchemist's problem is indeed a bit shameful, but it's already shameful. Since that's the case, I might as well drag the Gilded Rose down with me.
'When the time comes, we'll see who's more shameful!'
"Well, Faleau …" As Hawkins thought of this, he suddenly made a decision. He put down the quill in his hand and slowly stood up. "I already have a rough idea on how to calculate this formula, but I'm a bit short on time today. I still have to have an exchange of skills with the Gilded Rose. How about this, after the exchange of skills is over, I'll find some time to help you calculate it. I'll let you know if I have an answer …"
As soon as Hawking said this, many people among the hundreds of onlookers in the hall showed disdain.
'Damn, a Great Alchemist is truly a Great Alchemist, even his skin is thicker than an Alchemist's.
'You can even say such a lie. You already calculated five times, you're sweating so much that the Gilded Rose is almost drowning. Even a fool would know that you can't do anything about this formula. You said you already have a rough idea and that you'll let Faleau know once you have an answer. Damn, you're actually saying that you'll let Faleau know in your next life …'
But Hawkins had already decided to use the Berserk Blood Potion to drag the Gilded Rose down. Thus, he naturally didn't care about the disdain of the onlookers. In any case, he was going to lose face, so it didn't matter if he lost a bit more or less. At this moment, Hawkins felt as if he had touched upon the highest realm of shamelessness!
"Then I'll have to thank Great Alchemist Hawkins …" Faleau still had a warm smile on his face, but even a blind person could see the ridicule in his smile.
"Haha, no need to be polite …" Once he decided to be shameless, Hawkins' expression became natural. He even acted as if he hadn't heard Faleau's ridicule. He only laughed as if nothing had happened and took out a red potion from his pocket.
"This is the Berserk Blood Potion. I think everyone should know its effects, but our Twin Moons Splendor has always adhered to the principle of sharing technology. Thus, our Twin Moons Splendor doesn't plan to keep the formula and recipe of the Berserk Blood Potion a secret. As long as the Gilded Rose can take out a formula and recipe with a similar effect, it doesn't matter even if it's a bit inferior. Our two alchemy shops can carry out an exchange. I think the Gilded Rose shouldn't refuse, right? "After all, this means more choices for our customers, unless the Gilded Rose doesn't care about their customers …"
Hawkins' words were truly amazing. From this, it could be seen why Monchi had let Hawkins come to exchange skills. That Great Alchemist wasn't like other Great Alchemists who only knew how to immerse themselves in knowledge and experiments. Hawkins was a Great Alchemist of the Black Tower, how could he not have the ability to survive in that place where people were constantly scheming against each other?
These few words forced the Gilded Rose to the edge of a cliff.
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