The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore was stunned. These two, with their arrogant attitudes? They were both just Level 1 Wizards, where did they get the courage to act so high and mighty?

Just then, Ivan noticed Baal walking in from outside. He immediately frowned. "Whose dog is this? Get it out of here!"

Dore's face instantly darkened.

Karl's gentle expression also turned unpleasant. He said calmly, "Baal is Lin Rui's partner. You don't have to like him, but please don't speak carelessly. This is a merchant caravan, not a place where you can do whatever you want."

Ivan raised his head, looking at Karl with a mocking expression. "So what? Just a wandering wizard. I don't like dogs. Get out."

Having said that, he narrowed his eyes, looking at Dore with a dangerous glint.

Having the status of nobility does give one the capital to be arrogant. Dore's face darkened. He didn't want to cause trouble, but that didn't mean he was afraid of it.

Just then, a black shadow shot out with a whoosh, incredibly fast. Before anyone could see clearly, Ivan had already fallen to the ground, screaming miserably. Everyone saw Baal with one front paw on his face, one paw on his arm, and his large mouth already biting into his left arm, blood flowing freely.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Baal bit down hard, his mouth full of sharp teeth sinking deeply into the flesh, looking like he was about to bite it off.

"Quick, make your dog let go! My arm, my arm!"

Ivan's shrill screams echoed through the surroundings.

Karl was stunned. The arrogant young man named Candice was also stunned. Looking at Ivan, who was still screaming miserably, a chill suddenly ran through his heart. This dog was too fierce! At such close range, no mage could stand a chance against it. If it bit him, wouldn't he be done for?

He suddenly felt that underestimating this wandering wizard was not a good thing.

Karl's expression also became somewhat intriguing. Things had happened too fast. Before he could react, Baal had already pounced. No matter how strong Ivan was, being caught by this dog at close range rendered any magic useless. This dog had some tricks!

He felt a little schadenfreude, but then his expression changed. "Lin Rui, tell Baal to stop. We don't have a pharmacist, and the injury will be difficult to heal."

Dore's attitude changed at this moment. Looking at Ivan, he looked completely nonchalant. "It's fine. I know some common medicine-making methods. A person with a foul mouth should scream a little longer. Isn't this person good at shouting? Let him keep shouting."

Karl immediately understood the newcomer's temper. This one was probably not an easy character either. He immediately felt a headache coming on.

Just then, Candice stood up, staring intently at Dore, and said, "Make your dog stop. We're all wizards, why be like this?"

Dore turned his head and glanced at Candice, saying, "Now it's your turn to start playing the good guy?"

Candice's expression changed. He could see that Lin Rui was truly angry, so he sighed and said, "We still have to travel together for three or four months. This isn't good, is it?"

Dore snorted, a sneer on his lips. "I like others to watch my face, I don't like watching other people's faces."

He waved his hand, and Baal released his mouth, slowly retreating, but still baring his sharp teeth, which were stained with blood, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Ivan was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness. He didn't dare to make a sound. He had heard Dore's words, and a chill ran through his heart. This damned wild wizard, he would definitely make him pay in the future.

He tried hard to stimulate his physical body with his mental power to heal the wound.

Candice glanced at the ferocious Baal, took out a bottle of potion from his arms, and went forward to treat Ivan, after all, they were on the same side.

At this time, Dore glanced at his medicine, casually threw two bottles of medicine on the ground, turned around, and walked out of the tent.

Karl followed Dore out of the tent, his expression complex. "They have noble status, it's normal for them to look down on us. Baal did a good job standing up to them." He gave Baal a thumbs up.

Dore sighed at this time, "Where are we staying?"

Karl heard the helplessness in Dore's words, and smiled. "We wizards each have a tent, so your tent will be arranged in a while. You don't have to stay with them. By the way, can you make ordinary potions?"

Dore nodded. He didn't plan to pretend anymore. He had to let people know his value to better protect him, so he said, "When I got the meditation technique, I got a few pages of basic potion-making knowledge. There's muscle-regenerating potion, tendon-regenerating potion, and trauma potion. If the camp has the materials, I can make some."

Karl was overjoyed and immediately said, "Then I'll go talk to the steward and have the materials and equipment allocated to you. As long as you can make them, we'll buy them at one-third of the market price."

Dore was a little puzzled. "These are all worthless things, why?"

Karl shook his head. "In the Northern Kingdom, even the lowest-level alchemical medicines are hard to find. It's best if you can make them. You need to know that every time we come out, we're most afraid of injuries and illnesses, which can easily cause inflammation. I also have a few pages of magic potion recipes here. You can take them and memorize them to see if you can make them."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to take Dore to another tent.

…

This was just a small episode. Dore's tent was built in the evening, right next to the central tent, close to Karl's tent. Because of his potion-making skills, he received great treatment.

In the evening, a middle-aged man in a formal dress came to his tent. He was the chief steward of the entire caravan and the person in charge of this merchant run, Jacques.

Jacques was wearing light armor and had a large sword hanging from his waist. He didn't look like a merchant, but rather like a powerful warrior.

He only brought two people, but one of them was the steward of the Adventurers Guild, Ryan, whom Dore had met at noon. He didn't recognize the other one, but he was wearing ordinary silk clothes and seemed to have some status.

Karl was also there. He introduced, "Steward Carlyle, a Level 3 Swordsman. You've met Ryan. The other one is the finance steward, Billy. Billy is mainly responsible for the potion matters."

Dore was a little surprised to see all the top leaders of the entire caravan at once. Was potion-making so popular?

"Greetings, esteemed sirs." Dore kept his attitude very low.

Carlyle was tall and burly, with a solemn face. When he saw Dore, a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Hello, young brother Lin Rui. It seems that Karl has found me a good helper this time. If you can make potions, you'll be helping us a lot. Karl told me that according to industry rules, we'll provide the materials and buy your potions at 30% of the market price, so you won't be working for nothing."

Dore was a little unaccustomed to such straightforward talk. It was his first time joining a merchant caravan, and he didn't know what the rules were.

"I'll leave it all to the esteemed sirs."

Carlyle nodded. Dore was quite easy to talk to. It seemed that it was his first time out. If it were a real pharmacist, the price would have been raised to the sky at this time.

"Alright, young brother is quick to speak. I won't say much more. Let's do it that way. I'll have people purchase some things. Also, young brother knows some basic alchemy and magic runes? What can you do now?"

Dore showed off his abilities, mainly in terms of vigilance.

These were all basic things, nothing special.

Carlyle nodded. They didn't need these things. Although vigilance was useful, 100 meters was too short. It might be useful in the mountains, but it wasn't needed now. Once they left here, they wouldn't encounter mountains for hundreds of miles.

Then he said, "I'll have Billy draft a new agreement. How about we sign it again?"

Dore glanced at Karl, who nodded at him.