The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore had two things to do on this trip to the city. First, he needed to have a few presentable sets of clothes made. Second, he wanted to wander around the Glory Wizard Alliance to see if there were any other gains, such as some high-level spell models.

Finally, he needed to go to the auction house and post a task to collect various special materials. He needed a lot of poisons.

In addition, he also needed a high-level alchemy notebook.

Manufacturing a magic tower required very profound alchemy skills, otherwise, he would have to outsource it to others. Dore didn't want to leave this matter to others; everything inside had to be personally supervised.

Although this might require a long time to learn, it didn't matter.

He didn't need to go to the Alchemy Guild, because the auction house would be holding its annual grand auction in the next few days, where many rare items would be sold, including various notebooks.

This wasn't part of his planned itinerary, but rather a temporary idea.

The people of the Cunning Firefinch possessed the special bloodline of the Terresi family. This might be true; after all, the rise of every family couldn't be entirely peaceful. Who knew what clandestine activities they were engaged in? But it could also be a trap, deliberately designed to make him fight with the Terresi family.

Regardless of which it was, he had to be wary. Therefore, some high-grade, powerful poisons were essential for self-defense.

Soon, he landed not far from the city gate and strolled in through the gate.

At this moment, some people at the gate quickly dispersed in all directions.

Dore glanced back at those people, his face expressionless, and continued walking.

Reaching the city gate, he casually beckoned and called for a carriage to go to the Waltz Hotel.

The streets were crowded with people, and cheerful laughter could be heard everywhere, waves of sound coming from all directions.

The carriage moved slowly, and Dore looked out the window, gazing at all directions, feeling that he had truly arrived in the world of humans.

Waltz City was very, very large. It was already half an hour later when they arrived at the Waltz Hotel. He paid the fare, left the carriage, and slowly walked into the hotel.

As soon as he entered the hall, someone greeted him, with a hint of surprise in their voice, "Wizard Dore, welcome! Are you here to stay?"

Dore didn't recognize this person, but the commotion he caused last time he came was quite significant, making it difficult not to be remembered.

He nodded and said, "It's almost the New Year, so I'll stay here for a few days. Also, bring Ramlas here."

The manager's face showed a hint of embarrassment. He remembered what happened last time; the hotel had to pay a hefty compensation.

Just then, Dore flipped his wrist and took out a dozen gold coins, saying, "I left without saying goodbye last time, and I'll compensate for the damage."

Seeing the gold coins, the manager readily accepted them and immediately smiled, saying, "Please, I'll arrange it for you right away. Ramlas, right? I'll call him over."

He turned around, his face instantly turning gloomy, secretly lamenting in his heart.

Waltz City Hotel was the most upscale hotel in Waltz City, with a very wide range of services and a very powerful intelligence system. Naturally, they knew Dore's current situation. His brazenly staying here now clearly had ulterior motives. This guy was a killing machine when he went berserk.

He was a troublesome ancestor.

Recalling what happened last time, he couldn't help but sigh and prepare to report it.

Dore's room was on the second-highest floor, a seemingly simple room, but the items inside were very valuable, the wood and decorations all very exquisite.

After waiting for a while, Ramlas's figure appeared in his perception.

"Little Brother Dore, long time no see." Ramlas had a butler-like, gentlemanly air about him, giving people a sense of serving the people wherever he stood.

Dore nodded and said, "Sorry to trouble you. Three sets of formal wear, three sets of casual wear, the highest standards."

Ramlas nodded, put his toolbox aside, took out a ruler, pen, and notebook, and also took out a small stool, asking Dore to stand on it and begin taking measurements.

"Little Brother Dore, you don't attend events very often, do you? Why do you need formal wear?" Ramlas casually asked while taking measurements. His figure was very different from before. He estimated that these clothes wouldn't last long before they were outdated. The highest standard formal wear wasn't cheap, all made of fine silk, and quite valuable.

Dore smiled and said, "I need to wear them when attending meetings. I still prefer wearing mage robes usually."

Ramlas was startled. He had forgotten that this seemingly casual young man was a mage. He became more cautious in his movements.

Dore looked at Ramlas and asked, "A tailor like you must have served many great figures. Do they have any particular preferences for ordinary clothes?"

Ramlas smiled and said, "Of course. Take Lord City Lord, for example. Their clothes are all trimmed with gold, and they also have a four-clawed lizard pattern, which is the family crest. There are many like this. In addition, some people need special fabrics, which need to be obtained from other places and are very expensive. We usually cooperate with alchemists."

Dore was a little surprised that making clothes was so complicated. He looked at Ramlas. He was indeed just an ordinary person, with at most some traces of breathing techniques.

He nodded and said nothing more.

Soon, the measurements were completed. Ramlas took out a very thick book and had Dore select some clothing styles, all of which were the most popular styles at the moment. Dore chose a few.

He was seventeen years old this year, and his height was still increasing. These formal suits would be too short in a year at most. But he had to wear them; after all, after becoming the Palace Master, there would be constant meetings, and it wouldn't do to not have a presentable set of clothes.

Ramlas quickly excused himself, and Dore also quickly left the hotel and headed towards the Adventurers' Guild.

At the same time, the Glory Wizard Alliance, the Alchemist Guild, and several other forces also learned that Dore had arrived in the city.

There were only two Level 5 alchemists in Waltz City. Dore's leaving Ellengard Academy today was an opportunity for many people. No one had seen him wandering outside since he advanced to Level 5.

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At the Adventurers' Guild, Dore disguised himself, still using the disguise potion. This kind of thing could confuse ordinary people a little, but it couldn't fool experts. However, it could block other people's sight and prevent them from guessing who he was.

Arriving at the hall, Dore came to the task posting window.

There were usually three people at the task posting window: one to record, one to identify the level of the task, and the last to decide whether to accept the task. They generally wouldn't accept tasks that didn't conform to the Adventurers' Guild's interests.

Sitting at the window, Dore glanced at everyone and said gently, "Please get some paper and a pen."

The person recording was talking to someone else. At this moment, she turned her head. Dore glanced at her and saw that she was actually a pretty girl with a delicate face, large eyes, and very white skin, looking fresh and lovely. He couldn't help but take another look.

The two people next to the beauty also stopped talking and looked at Dore.