Chapter 1495


    Eugene paid a continuouspliment upon appreciating the drawing, "Brilliant, just brilliant."


    It was like a snapshot from the past when he used to teach Arabe how to y chess. The waterfall


    was there in the distance, its gentle murmuring still echoing in his ears, the mountains rising


    majestically around them, and the weather clear and bright. They would lose themselves in the game


    for hours on end.


    It touched him that she remembered, his eyes growing misty with emotion.


    The chess game Arabe had depicted was no random sketch.


    Eugene saw her intention; aware of his irritation with the numerous guests vying to be his


    mentee, the clever girl had presented him with the most challenging chess problem in history,


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    encapsted within her artwork.


    After a moment of being visibly moved, Eugene finally said, "I love this birthday gift. I''ve turned sixty


    this year, as you all know, and I''ve been on the lookout for a talented protege to carry on my legacy.


    Today, Arabe hasid out the chess problem. Anyone here who wishes to be my protege, if you


    can solve this puzzle, I will take you under my wing!"


    The crowd was stunned, a ripple of excitement spreading through them.


    No one had anticipated Mr. Eugene would choose his mentee in such a manner. They then turned their


    gazes to Arabe, wondering just how difficult a chess problem a young girl could conjure.


    With confidence swelling within them, they eagerly awaited Eugene to fully unveil the drawing.


    “Twenty minutes. Consider this as gaiety added to the bash,” With a smile, Eugene asked someone to


    unfurl the drawing.


    The artwork depicted a game with no clear victor; the board seemed to be at a stalemate!


    The attendees hadn''t expected such a lifelike and challenging problem toe from a young girl''s


    hand.


    "How about it, Phyllis, feeling confident?" Mr. Gardner whispered to his granddaughter.


    Phyllis stared intently at the chessboard, "Grandpa, please be quiet."


    She got utterly puzzled.


    Was this enigma truly solvable, or had Arabe simply scribbled a random arrangement?


    Seeing even his prideful granddaughter stumped, Mr. Gardner realized theplexity of the challenge


    and fell silent, observing the rest of the guests.


    Anxiety was etched on the faces of the attendees. Some were fixated on the problem, eyes


    unwavering; others murmured to themselves, and a few whispered to their neighbors.


    Eugene wasn''t worried about them sharing answers; after all, even he had to ponder the problem for a


    good while to find a solution.


    It could only be said that Arabe was too clever, effectively stumping them all.


    Arabe gave Eugene a sly smile, as if to say, "I''ve done you a big favor. How will you thank me?"


    Eugene returned the smile, his eyes conveying a reply, “That’s my granddaughter! Let’s talk about it


    Using this method to dissuade the throng was sheer brilliance on the part of his precious


    granddaughter.


    "Lindsay, still no solution?" Bluno asked with a hint of urgency. He could see Mabel was also at a loss.


    He hoped his daughter would outwit Mabel and vindicate her earlier frustration.


    Lindsay was genuinely astonished that Arabe had devised such aplex chess problem. Where on


    earth had she learned it?


    It was an impressive feat, and whoever hade up with the problem was a true master.


    "Dad, give me another moment," Lindsay stared at the board with growing desperation.


    "Think faster, you need to beat everyone to it," Bluno urged, wishing his daughter could triumph over


    all.


    Mabel, Madeline, Roxanne, and even the renowned chess masters present were all at a loss, their


    minds racing for a breakthrough.