The Witcher: Elemental Lords

This pendant was recently purchased and possesses a defensive shield capable of withstanding the impact of a level five warrior. Only recently has she had the spare money to buy such ornaments, discarding all the family-issued ones, as those weren't for girls.

The coachman, a level six warrior, said slowly, "Miss, where to?"

Aisley's clear, cold voice transmitted, "Let's go home."

The coachman nodded, and the sound of hooves quickly echoed on the street.

Sitting in the carriage, she divided a portion of her mental energy to cultivate while pondering the feasibility of Dorlay's matter. If it were feasible, naturally everyone would be happy. If not, she would have to find a way to repay this favor. That fellow has indeed been having a hard time lately, wanting to improve but being held back. She could empathize with that feeling, remembering when her stepmother blocked her meditation techniques back in the family.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt some sympathy for Dorlay.

At the City Lord's mansion, in front of the Rhine family's entrance, the carriage slowly stopped. Aisley slowly stepped down, nodded to the coachman, and lightly walked into the gate alone.

The City Lord's mansion was the largest residence in Wassenburg, covering nearly two hectares. From the front yard to the backyard, gardens, pavilions, and a small training ground, it had everything. In Wassenburg, where land was precious, owning such a place was not easy.

In the backyard, arriving at her mother's residence to pay her respects, she then prepared to find her father. Just as she reached the doorway, she saw her father returning from outside. He was covered in armor, his body radiating a terrifyingly dense aura, exuding the presence of a lion, making it somewhat difficult for her to breathe.

Westling walked in from outside, his aura not fully contained. He raised his head, saw his daughter, quickly restrained his presence, and smiled, "Aisley, you have free time to come out? That's rare!"

Aisley breathed a sigh of relief, gave a slight bow, and said, "Father, I was just about to find you, but I didn't expect you to return."

Westling blinked, somewhat surprised. Aisley rarely sought him out. Could something be the matter? Not enough money to spend, or not enough magic cores and crystals?

Without thinking, he said, "If you need anything, just apply to the logistics department. You don't need to go through me."

Aisley shook her head and said, "It's not about resources. I want to do a business deal with Father."

Westling walked to the door, his expression becoming serious. "Daughter, has someone persuaded you? It's fine if you do business on your own, but you're even bringing your old father into it."

Although Westling's tone was a bit stern, he knew that Aisley shouldn't be the type to act without thinking. Something must really be up.

Hearing her father's slightly heavier tone, Aisley hurriedly said, "No, it's like this." She explained the whole situation.

Westling went to the room, sat at the table, and listened quietly, frowning and then relaxing as he seemed to consider the feasibility of the matter.

Dorlay's Wizard Tower, he had heard about it countless times recently. Especially since that potion came out, the entire higher extraordinary realm was in an uproar. Especially the military and the military department, as well as some special departments with heavy casualties, had been scheming, but they had all been quieted down due to the lack of materials.

If he wanted the formula, the Alchemist Guild wouldn't give it to him?

That was indeed strange. The Marcia family was interfering from behind the scenes. That was a new development.

Thinking about the recent events, Westling slowly said, "Don't rush this matter. Put it aside for a few days. After I finish my work, invite Dorlay to our house. Also, invite those new friends of yours to have a banquet."

Aisley was stunned. Was this agreement or disagreement? And inviting those people was just adding to the trouble?

However, she didn't dare to disobey her father's wishes. Anyway, she had already put in a good word for Dorlay.

So she smiled and said, "Okay, Father. Then I'll thank you on Dorlay's behalf."

Westling didn't take the matter to heart. He looked at his daughter and smiled slightly, "Seize the time to improve your strength, but don't forget about finding a son-in-law. You're already over twenty years old this year, not young anymore."

Aisley's expression immediately became nervous, and she said, "It's still early, it's still early."

Westling deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Early? When your mother and I were your age, we already had your brother."

Thinking of that elder brother, Aisley felt a chill in her heart.

"Father, I will find someone." Aisley understood in her heart that if she didn't look for someone, her father would probably arrange various matchmaking events for her. Children born into families like theirs generally had little say in such matters, as everything was arranged by the family. Therefore, many noble children were very indulgent in matters of love.

Because love was a luxury for them.

Westling was also somewhat surprised. His daughter had money recently and dressed more and more like a woman. This was a good sign. It was fine if she was cold as ice usually, but if she was cold in matters of love, then it wasn't a problem with the meditation technique, but a problem with the person.

Among the family's advanced meditation techniques, only Aisley had chosen the Ice Goddess. This large-scale meditation technique was very important to their family, coupled with her talent, so Westling tolerated his daughter. Otherwise, a daughter in her twenties who hadn't married in the aristocracy would have faced pressure from the clan long ago.

That little invention of Dorlay's wasn't bad. It was said that the net profit was more than 100,000 gold coins a month. Divided up, the daughter would have 70,000 to 80,000 gold coins entering her account each month. This deal was a free gift.

No one could compare to this.

He really wanted to meet this man. Of course, other family heads probably wanted to meet him too, but unfortunately, he didn't buy it.

It's good to have a daughter!

The Glory Wizard Alliance and the military-political system were completely different systems. Nobles could only invite wizards under their command to parties. The wizards of the Glory Wizard Alliance never participated. This time, taking this opportunity to inquire about the young man's tone, whether this potion could be mass-produced. If it could be mass-produced, it could increase the strength of the Northwest again.

Westling thought for a while, suddenly got up, bid farewell to his wife, walked out of the room, and disappeared.

…

Dorlay didn't know that he just wanted to ask for help, and so many things would happen later. After returning to the Wizard Tower, he began to seclude himself.

Now his strength had reached level four advanced. With the help of the Wizard Tower's majestic magic power, his strength progressed rapidly. But now, the improvement of his strength had gradually begun to stagnate, not because of insufficient magic power, nor because of insufficient mental power, but because the meditation technique needed to be improved again, and the meditation technique needed to be deeply explored to enhance the deeper power of the meditation technique.

The meaning was that his comprehension was not enough. This could not be solved by seclusion, but needed to be truly sensed in nature, to see the real storm elements, to feel the true system of heaven and earth, to complete his own system.