Archfiend-Chapter 475: The Count’s Seat (2)

“Cethon,” a man in the front row said gracefully, “If you continue to act this way, there will be no need for you to stay.”

There was no reply.

Three seconds passed, and Cethon raised his head like he was struck dumb. He said in a shaky voice, “15%...”

“15%... substandard… can guarantee a 15% success rate! Everyone! Everyone, do you all see?! Are you listening? A substandard product can also guarantee a 15% success rate!”

Dead silence.

Donaldo’s anger was forcibly pushed down. He looked at Cethon incredulously.

But he wasn’t alone. The gazes of quite a few people in the front row were extremely solemn. A hundred capsules with a 30% chance was equal to at least thirty to forty Marquises in a year! Three thousand capsules… at least 300 Marquises in a year!

If this was true, the family to obtain these products would unquestionably become the strongest family in the West!

What was a master spirit-technician’s skill?

This was a master spirit-technician’s skill!

A single person was enough to raise one family!

“This… This isn’t realistic.” A master spirit-technician’s face was written all over with doubt, and he murmured, “The lowest product… is three times greater than Donaldo’s holy medicines… That’s… impossible.”

“Is this true?” In the next second, the gazes of the two Throneless Grand Dukes next to the four master spirit-technicians hotly looked to Xu Yangyi’s secret room.

“Mr. X, you know, even if you are a master spirit-technician, you absolutely cannot put on an act in terms of medicinal effect,” the Throneless Grand Duke of the Dracul said with seemingly deep meaning.

This was the first time Xu Yangyi was addressed with the title of master spirit-technician.

If the medicinal effect was authentic, then this mere first present alone was enough to title him as a master spirit-technician.

The audience was so focused that they could even hear everyone’s beating hearts. Xu Yangyi said flatly, “If there’s the slightest mistake, I’ll bring my head to see you.”

“Stop!” A voice rang out. Donaldo was already standing at full height. He turned around and stared at Xu Yangyi’s secret room. “Mr. X, I request a test.”

“With my status as a master spirit-technician, I issue you a test.” He was proudly standing. This wasn’t arrogance in his status, but rather pride in his own techniques. “I’m not convinced that there’s a medicine that can surpass my medicinal effect. I request… a test right here!”

The gazes of several important figures looked over. No one whatsoever objected.

“Sure.”

“Good.” Donaldo took a deep breath and turned around. Embroidered with the symbol of the Holy Cross, his wide cloak rose up and audibly rippled in the air. “If it is true, then I will immediately offer you an apology. On just this capsule’s glorious achievement, you are sufficient to rank as one of the master spirit-technicians.”

“No master speaks of how many holy medicines they can concoct. Instead, we take pride in our own absolute, exclusive formulas. Even if improvements are still the same, the effect must surpass the previous product by onefold.”

Although Donaldo didn’t finish speaking, everyone understood.

This medicinal effect… was six times greater than Donaldo’s!

It wasn’t a surprise that Donaldo didn’t believe it. The product he was most skilled in was scraped away and refuted in front of the important figures of the West. Even if he possessed more self-restraint, a struggle was inevitable.

“You, you, and you.” Donaldo took a couple steps forward and slowly made his way to the master stage. No one blocked him. The two Throneless Grand Dukes even made an inviting gesture. Donaldo’s face was heavy like water, and he casually nodded in the crowd. Three quasi Marquises responded and stepped out. They walked towards the master stage, powerless to control their bodies.

“You said… he might succeed?” Presently, Savidean VII, the white-haired old man, and the rest of the Corvinus’s entourage were sitting up straight in their seats and staring at the master stage. This was the dispute of two masters, a challenge issued and a challenge met. This wasn’t a matter they could interfere with as they pleased.

“I don’t know.” The man who hadn’t said anything spoke for the first time. He said in a gruff voice, “But… if he succeeds, no matter how great the price, this master cannot be allowed to fall into the other families’ hands!”

“No matter what price?”

“As long as we can afford it!” the man said lowly, and a wisp of determination flashed through his eyes. “This is an existence that can raise up a family. It might be a little hard to hear, but this person might be the chance if the House of Corvinus can suppress the Dracul.”

In his mind, Savidean VII was indescribably nervous. He didn’t know why, but he thought of that Chinese cultivator’s face again. He couldn’t help but squeeze the armrests of his seat, and he gritted out, “If the medicinal effect was this good, he would’ve gone all-out to spread it earlier. Why didn’t he? I think he’s afraid. Maybe he walked into dogshit luck to make an advancement, heh heh… Who can be certain about a percentage like this? It’s a lottery.”

“On the contrary, I rather hope that he succeeds,” the white-haired man sighed. “In the world, America’s cultivation world… really should come out with a little of its own voice.”

The three quasi Marquises shyly stood on stage. If for nothing else, the pressure on the auction floor was too strong.

Even the Throneless Grand Dukes which they ordinarily fantasized about were observing them. Plus, those gazes were incredibly hot.

“Take the medicine.” Donaldo’s cloak floated and roiled in the air. His face was like ice, and he said emotionlessly, “Three people. There’s a 30% chance so no matter what one person will advance to Marquis.”

“If you don’t advance, I will make sure that you do!” His voice was somewhat hoarse. Afterwards, he looked at Xu Yangyi’s room, brimming with killing intent. “And at that time, all of you chop off that person’s head. This is punishment for profaning a master spirit-technician.”

“Since he’s dared, he must receive punishment! In the world, there’s nothing without retribution!”

Three capsules floated in the air, and the trio on stage glanced at each other. Gritting their teeth, they each swallowed one.

The hall became quiet.

The womanly-looking vampire closed his eyes, but when he opened them again they were pale. His pupils, though, didn’t reflect the bodies of the three people on stage, but rather their internal muscles, energy channels, and the direction of their essence.

“Ansas?” Savidean VII’s gaze flushed red, and he instantly thought to rush over out of habit, but the white-haired old man grabbed onto his hand.

“Consider where this is! Fool!”

A minute passed, ten minutes passed, thirty minutes passed.

With forty minutes having already passed at this moment, great billows surged unavoidably.

“How about it?” a woman with a pale complexion asked softly.

“No change whatsoever.” Ansas stowed his gaze, furrowing his brows and glancing at Xu Yangyi’s room. “After half an hour it’s taken, His Highness Donaldo’s holy medicine causes essence to surge to a peak and run countercurrent from the four limbs along the veins. It then rushes to the top of the head and the heavenly stairway to pound against the door of Marquis. But there’s not one reaction from this X’s medicine.”

“Then his product didn’t work?” the pale-faced woman muttered, “then where is he is getting his self-confidence?”

“Hehe…” a wizened middle-aged man beside her laughed, “This is his cleverness. Ansas… Adria, you’ve both been fooled.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve already seen through him. He’s an audacious swindler,” the middle-aged man coldly laughed. “Listen carefully, does this percentage make sense?”

“Even if he produced 50%, then so what? Just like Russian Roulette, if you miss, you miss. But if he hit it, you would’ve been lucky. Let’s see, his follow-up explanation is definitely going to be, ‘Your luck wasn’t good, after all there’s a 70% chance of failure.’ Hehehe… that’s just shameless to an extreme. And the chosen angle is nauseating. No wonder His Highness Donaldo was so angry. Yes, for pretending to be a master spirit-technician, quite a few famous families have been wiped out in the past hundred years. X’s courage is just especially great.”

“Have the three of you never bought a lottery ticket?” On the other side, the expression of the black-masked man was also gloomy. He cast a deep glance at the secret room, and said under his breath. “There’s really nothing to say about this percentage in terms of odds. If it succeeded… it would’ve been his merit. I can’t help but say that his choice of ‘The Count’s Seat’ was quite shrewd.”

“But no one here is an idiot.” Savidean VII was mysteriously relaxed, sighing in relief. “He dared to make fools of everyone… heh heh heh, let’s see who’s here. To the left of the four masters is ‘Bloody Moon’ and our ‘Pale Dragon’. If he really is a fake, those two won’t give him any chance to speak.”

Discussion grew louder. Many hopeful Counts couldn’t help but let out long sighs.

“Yeah… I also believed it. How could there be such a great medicinal effect…” Disappointment fully covered the fact of a high Countess. “That’s just impossible…”

“I was thinking too much… 30%... hehehe…”

“I’ve seen a few friends take His Highness Donaldo’s medicine. It takes effect really quickly. You don’t have to wait forty minutes… ah, no, it’s about to be fifty minutes…”

“A fifty-minute-long delay on the medicine?”

“A useless medicine delay time… I really was dumb, how could I believe in him…”

But on the stage, the most disappointed person was Cethon.

He was already approaching Marquis. He had hoped so much for the success of these three capsules. And yet…

He looked at his watch. Fifty-two minutes had now passed, close to an hour. Not only was his patience running thin, but the patience of everyone present and even the two Throneless Grand Dukes was about to be exhausted.

“X, what do you have to say?” Donaldo sighed. He was right. There couldn’t be such a powerful medicine. He was convinced in his knowledge. He turned his head and glared at Xu Yangyi’s room. “Resolve yourself.”

“I advised you before. After going in, you can’t leave. However, you entered.”

“Will you kill yourself here, or are you going to make me come myself?” he snorted coldly, “For scum like you, I want to personally cut off your head and hang it on my family crest. I’ll let everyone see what happens to those who pretend to be a master spirit-technician.”

The two Throneless Grand Dukes didn’t speak, but strong disappointment flashed through their eyes. In the next second, though, this was replaced by violently surging killing intent.

Was it really believe they had so much time to come sing praises?

In being deceived, they thought about articles and writings about probability. In that case, they would give Xu Yangyi a hundred percent chance of death!

Bang! But at this time, Cethon flew away without the slightest omen.

In the air, he drew a long trail of blood, but he didn’t fall after he was sent away. Instead, he jumped up and looked at the three people on stage with incredible excitement!

He wasn’t the only person, though. Everyone stood up in shock. All the Counts and Marquises were looking at the master stage with similar shock.

“Oh?” Xu Yangyi’s voice was finally heard. “Looks like your luck is pretty good.”

Three spiritual energies… Three spiritual energies, hurriedly assailing the threshold of Marquis, frantically surged up from the trio on stage!

In an instant, they soared to the heavens!