“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...