With a bright smile on his face, the guard respectfully handed something to Philip.

“Mr. Clarke, our mayor wants to invite you to be a judge for the pill-making contest.

May I know if you’re free?” The guard handed a fancy invitation card to Philip.

Philip did not refuse.

He wanted to take this opportunity to get to know the alchemists in this world.

“Tell your mayor that I agree.

I’ll be there on time,” Philip said casually and sent the guard away.