The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Before long, a knock sounded on the door. A waiter, without waiting for permission, pushed the door open and entered. With a somewhat troubled expression, he looked at Dole and bowed slightly, saying, "Respected Wizard, would you please consider moving to another location? We will offer you adequate compensation."

Dole was taken aback for a moment.

"This place is quite good. I don't want to move," he said expressionlessly.

The waiter bowed and then turned and left in a flustered manner, proceeding to ask the next person.

Dole stood up and peered out. The corridor outside the door was noisy and crowded. It seemed someone hadn't found a private room and was making a scene, and they appeared to be someone of considerable status.

The third floor was all small private rooms. Was this really necessary?

The waiter asked around, but almost no one was willing to give up their room. After a while, the waiter returned.

Dole raised an eyebrow, sensing that this time, there might be a different offer.

"Sir, as long as you are willing to give up the room, that gentleman is offering four thousand gold coins," the waiter asked again, in a humble and respectful manner.

Dole didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he simply said, "Go ask someone else."

The waiter bowed and turned to leave.

This time, Dole saw that someone had finally agreed to give up their room.

However, only three people had entered, leaving two outside.

Could they be preparing to offer more money again?

Dole thought maliciously.

Before long, the waiter returned.

Dole deliberately made his expression unpleasant and said impatiently, "What's going on with your auction house? You've sold all the tickets, and now you're causing all this trouble."

The waiter quickly apologized repeatedly and left the room.

The waiter earned his living by being agreeable and couldn't argue back. However, the two people who had been following the waiter all along were unhappy to hear this.

"You little brat, who talks like that? I don't want anyone else's, I want yours! Hurry up and pack up and get out!" As he spoke, he forcefully tried to barge into the private room.

Dole curled his lip and, with a thought, took out his staff from his storage ring. As soon as the staff appeared, a gust of wind swirled around it, completely revealing the aura of a level four wizard.

Seeing this, the two people immediately stopped in their tracks, staring at Dole in astonishment.

How could they have never seen such a young level four wizard?

Dole looked at the two and said calmly, "I'm standing right here. How do you want me to get out?"

The two were immediately caught in a dilemma. Their strength was only around level three, and they were only reckless because of their family's status. When they encountered a wizard who wasn't afraid of their background, they were helpless.

Dole snorted coldly, "Get out."

The two immediately left in a dejected manner.

However, they didn't seem particularly willing as they left, instead gnashing their teeth.

Dole glanced at the manager who had been following along and sneered, "Is this how your auction house does things?"

The manager didn't seem to care much. He bowed slightly and said with a faint smile, "It's all voluntary. If you're not willing, then so be it. Do I need you to teach me how to do things? Besides, you've now offended the two young masters of the Sikong family. Think about what you're going to do now." After speaking, he turned and left with his hands behind his back, walking dismissively towards the next private room.

Dole was stunned. This manager was a bit arrogant. Did this kind of thing happen often?

After thinking about it, he stood at the door, flicked his fingers three times, and then returned to the private room, falling silent.

Such a large auction house, and yet it was so chaotic underneath. It was truly incomprehensible. He instantly had an extremely poor impression of the auction house. Last time he was attacked, and now someone was trying to seize his private room. Did they really think he was made of clay?

…

Hunter, along with Duke and Xun, looked for several private rooms, but no one was willing to give them up. They had no choice but to go up to the fourth floor.

The cost of the private rooms on the fourth floor was naturally twice as expensive as those on the third floor. The view here was more open, a place for true tycoons.

Although these two were a bit arrogant, getting a private room on the third floor was already a stretch, let alone the fourth floor.

But since these two wanted to come, then so be it.

Arriving on the fourth floor, they didn't dare to be presumptuous and only asked the waiter to inquire gently.

Just then, Hunter suddenly felt itchy all over. He scratched lightly, and the itch quickly subsided. However, after a moment, the itch started up again, and it was even more intense.

He scratched hard a few times, discovering that the more he scratched, the itchier it became, and the itchiness reached into his bones. Sensing something was wrong, he quickly walked out.

He raised his head and glanced at the two young masters, only to see that those two were also scratching all over, just like him.

His expression instantly changed, "Crap, we might have offended that apothecary. We've been hit."

He forcibly unleashed his battle aura, from the inside out, to suppress the itching, and then rushed over, grabbing the two and heading outside.

"Itchy! Why is it so itchy? Who did this!"

Duke still had some brains. At this point, how could he not know that he had been hit? Perhaps an apothecary had been present on the third floor, and they had inadvertently offended him.

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Xun also had a grim expression. He was being carried by Hunter, rushing downwards, thinking, "There are so many people downstairs, who knows who did it."

At the logistics department, Hunter arrived at the back of the auction house, found the apothecary, and quickly asked him to treat them.

Coming down from upstairs only took two minutes, but the itch on his body became more and more severe. His level four battle aura was actually ineffective. This was simply impossible. How could there be such a potent itching powder?

The auction house's apothecary was usually idle. Seeing the three enter, and then seeing their symptoms, his expression instantly changed.

He put on gloves and, with a wave of his hand, two guards immediately stepped forward and held down the three.

He uncovered their clothes and, after just one glance, his expression changed.

Their good skin had already been scratched to shreds by the three, with a patch of blood-red color underneath, and the three were still unaware.

Good heavens, who had they offended?

He took out tweezers and took a bit of blood from each of the three, then signaled to release them and placed the blood under a microscope to examine it.

Before long, he mixed two types of potions.

Mixing potions was the apothecary's talent, but he wasn't sure if he could treat the itching powder on their bodies.

The potions were liquid. When applied to the three, the redness quickly disappeared, revealing the horrific skin underneath. During this time, the three let out pig-slaughtering screams.

The apothecary breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the three with an experienced expression, "They only gave you a warning. If they had used other poisons, you would probably all be dead."

Hunter was in agony. It was too painful. He thought of everyone he had encountered earlier, and then he thought of the young man in that private room.

Looking at his own bloody skin, Hunter's expression was not good at all. The other party only used itching powder. If they had used poison… the consequences would be unimaginable.

He endured the pain and immediately turned and left, leaving behind the two young masters of the Sikong family.

The apothecary quickly reported this matter.

…

The auction began.

Dole looked at the list and prepared to rest for a while. The items being auctioned at the beginning were all things he couldn't use: alchemical finished products, weapons, armor, bows, and arrows. These were all urgently needed by warrior professions.

However, these items were also top-quality. As soon as they were put up for auction, those in the warrior professions frantically bid, which was somewhat surprising.