The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Morris very gentlemanly ordered a few desserts and looked at Dorre with a smile.

“It was my fault to disturb Instructor Dorre today. I am willing to compensate you for your time loss.”

Dorre looked at Morris expressionlessly and said, “I probably know why you're looking for me. I'm just a new teacher who hasn't lectured yet. Why bother so much? Aren't Instructors Feis and Luo Qiu good enough?”

Morris was a little stunned. Was his memory so good? Could he even remember the names he casually crossed out on the paper?

He smiled awkwardly and said, “It's not like that. I've been stuck at Level Two for a while, and I've also visited Instructors Luo Qiu and Feis. I've tried their advice, but it didn't work, and it cost a lot of time and money. So, I wanted to learn from you, but I didn't expect Instructor Dorre to refuse directly. So, I want to know the reason.”

Dorre looked at Morris and said calmly, “You probably understand the reason, but you're just pretending not to. The foundation of pharmaceutics is mental power control, and you nobles are naturally blessed, but your mental power control is extremely poor. I don't need to say more about that, right?”

Morris's face stiffened. He fell silent, and his expression became gloomy.

“Magister Dorre, don't be surprised. Although I am a descendant of a noble, I am indeed a child of a concubine. Although life may not be as hard as ordinary commoners, it's definitely not much better. I think I've had enough of hardship.” He raised his hand, rolled up the sleeves of his mage robe, revealing his solid and strong arms. “Many years ago, I was also a low-level person who made a living with my own hands.”

Dorre just looked at it, a little surprised.

Wizards rarely exercise their physical strength. Such strong arms seemed to justify what he said.

He looked at Morris carefully.

This guy was a bit older than his actual age, and he was also a transcendent wizard. He must have lived a very ordinary life before he advanced to transcendence. Perhaps he was only valued by his family after reaching transcendence.

That's how he understood it.

Thinking of this, he coughed and said solemnly, “Okay, you can submit the application to Vice-Dean Williams later, and I will approve it.”

Morris was stunned. He didn't expect this person to be so easy to talk to. He put down his sleeves and relaxed.

Soon the desserts were served.

Morris was very talkative and also very humble. People who know how to fight for themselves are generally able to yield when necessary.

“The matter of your materials was done jointly by Vice-Dean Nico and Vice-Dean Nicholas. I originally thought that you would compromise like the others, but I didn't expect you to have the trick of the Chamber of Commerce.”

Dorre was also speechless. He was fortunate to have met a benefactor on the road, otherwise he would have been really at a loss.

If he really didn't have the relevant materials for pharmaceuticals, he would have had to become a pure instructor and then switch to runeology. He didn't believe that the other party could control the materials for runeology as well.

Essentially, Dorre was unwilling to do these things and only wanted to improve his strength, but a wizard without money couldn't even afford to do magic experiments, so what kind of wizard would he be?

“These are all opportunities, let's not talk about it.”

After talking for a while, after eating, it was already two or three in the afternoon. Dorre found an untouched dessert, took it back, and said goodbye to Morris.

Arriving next to the carriage, he casually handed the dessert to the coachman.

The coachman naturally thanked him profusely. He was just an ordinary person, where had he ever eaten such valuable things?

Soon, the carriage slowly set off.

…

Walking out of Huazi City, away from the city, after passing through the towns along the way, and officially entering the wilderness, Dorre stepped out of the carriage, his expression becoming solemn.

In the wilderness, wild beasts were prone to attack, so he had to be on guard. Although the coachman also knew some martial arts, he was, after all, a formal wizard.

Casually dealing with a few small things coveting the carriage, Dorre felt that his casting of magic became faster and simpler. When using his magic power to cast, he skipped the step of drawing the surrounding energy, and could almost release magic at will, quickly and accurately.

He pondered about this.

In the jungle, he only dared to use magic missiles. He didn't dare to use fire magic, lest it cause a forest fire.

Among the Level One magic spells, fire-type fireball, water-type water bullet ice arrow, earth-type summoning giant stone, wind-type wind blade, and non-attribute magic missile, the wind blade and magic missile are the fastest in terms of launch speed, and the flying speed is also extremely fast, which is more suitable for dealing with emergencies, summoning giant stones is suitable for attacking fortifications, and fireball is violent aesthetics. Basically, every mage will learn magic missile, which is simply too practical.

Depending on the meditation method, each person is good at different magic. For example, his magic image is a fire element sprite, which has a high affinity for fire, so naturally he likes fire.

He needed to carefully consider the road ahead and prepare to enter Level Two. Level One was just the foundation, and Level Two had some say.

…

September 1st, Allen Ge Academy officially started.

Dorre wore an ordinary dress, with a book in his left hand and a few beakers in his right hand.

Sano followed behind him, helping with things.

Next to Sano, Morris also followed. Sano had a lot of opinions about this. Didn't he dislike nobles? Why did he still recruit a noble, and it was Morris.

Morris was a strange flower among the nobles. He didn't like to associate with other nobles, and he rarely communicated with people. He was very withdrawn, but how did these two get together?

Sano couldn't figure it out.

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Walking out of the magic tower, they quickly got into the carriage and headed to the classroom.

The classroom was some distance away from the magic tower, and it was a bit unrealistic to walk there.

As for what to talk about? The syllabus had the topic, and Dorre only needed to follow the topic. He had seen the relevant topics, and it was not difficult, at least he felt it was easy.

The classrooms were all multi-story buildings, with fan-shaped tiered arrangements inside, ensuring that everyone could see and hear.

Walking into the classroom, everyone inside had already arrived, just waiting for him to arrive.

As soon as Dorre walked in, many voices came from inside.

“Is the teacher so young?”

“My God, is he already a Level Three pharmacist?”

“So awesome.”

Dorre didn't care about them. After letting Sano and Morris put things down and dismissing them, he coughed and glanced down.

There were twenty-five people on his list, and there were twenty-five people here, the numbers matched.

At this time, everyone quieted down.

“I don't care what your names are, and I don't care what your identities are. You listen to what I say, and then do it. If you can't do it, then try to do it. If you can't do it, then it proves that you are not suitable to be a pharmacist.” He spoke unceremoniously.

The course was four hours long, and he had plenty of time to teach these young people who were older than him, or even slightly older youths.

He didn't know any of these people, and they were not talents in the academy, just very ordinary advanced wizard apprentices.

He picked up a pen, wrote a few words on the blackboard behind him, and then turned around.

“Mental power control, this is the foundation of a pharmacist. What is control, it is the degree to which mental power is manipulated in detail. Whether it is learning runeology, or learning alchemy, or biology, it is the same, without exception, and even learning the construction of spell models is the same. The importance of mental power control is self-evident.”