"Boy, did you hear the deputy chairman's words? If you can't prove your identity as a 'Level Nine Alchemist', the Alchemy Guild will reclaim the alchemist badge you're wearing."
River Sinclair glanced at Wyatt Barnes, his eyes filled with mockery.
What a joke!
There was no way he would believe that such a young brat could be a Level Nine Alchemist...
All eyes were now on Wyatt Barnes.
Even more people were waiting to see Wyatt Barnes make a fool of himself.
"None of you believe that I'm a Level Nine Alchemist?"
Wyatt looked around and asked indifferently.
While no one responded, the questioning gazes of everyone already told the whole story...
"You're called 'River Sinclair', right?"
As Wyatt looked at River again, a sly glint swept across his eyes unnoticed by River.
"Yes, I am River Sinclair."
River raised his head high, full of arrogance, completely disregarding Wyatt's presence.
"What if I made a bet with you? Dare you to take it?"
Wyatt asked.
