The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Morris slowly walked out of the Wizard's Tower, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

The sun in late June was still very strong, shining on people, making their skin feel a little hot.

He put his arms into the wide magic robe, and leisurely walked out the door. Today was the Sikong family's banquet. It is said that the two juniors of the Sikong family had a conflict with Dore. He wanted to see who the nobles who had been rumored to be against Dore were, who dared to trouble a fourth-level wizard and sixth-level pharmacist.

Morris's own strength had also reached the fourth level. His age was there, and at least part of Dore's potion had entered his stomach, so it was difficult not to improve.

The Sikong family could not be considered a top family, but it was also among the high-level families. Many years ago, it was committed to the development of the family on the wizard side. The development was quite rapid, and it did not lag behind many families by much. However, relative to the wizard side, the development of the warrior side has not fallen behind.

The banquet was held in the backyard. The wizard-level banquet was more mysterious, and it was impossible to be in the front hall.

Arriving at the entrance, Morris showed his invitation, and soon someone took him in and led him to the back.

He quickly saw several acquaintances, several pharmacists belonging to the pharmacist sequence. These people were not nobles, but commoners who were drawn in by the nobles. Their strength was not very strong, and the strength of the pharmacists was not very powerful.

In addition, he also saw other noble wizards, those were old acquaintances he had met recently.

He straightened his clothes and then walked over with a smile.

Today, he came specifically to inquire about news, so he had to pretend to be serious.

…

McLaren has been doing well recently. After mastering the skills of limb reconstruction, he and his students ushered in the opportunity for development. In addition to ordinary warriors, he has some frequent customers from the legion.

Accurately speaking, they were centurions from the front line who occasionally brought some disabled and retired soldiers to receive limb regeneration technology. As they came and went, everyone became familiar with each other, and McLaren became one of their regulars, occasionally getting some news.

Hansen brought people over again today. They were three senior disabled soldiers, but their injuries were relatively minor. One had his right hand severed, one had his entire left arm completely disappeared, and one had his foot disappeared.

For warriors, such injuries were enough to ruin their lives, but at McLaren's place, they could be reborn, which was a great thing, although the price was a bit high.

"I'm here again." Hansen sighed and said, "These three are my former old subordinates, all fifth-level warriors. They recently saved enough money, so I brought them to show off."

McLaren offered very favorable discounts to the military, at least one-third cheaper than others. These three must have retired and could be treated as ordinary people, but McLaren still had to give Hansen face, and these three were powerful, and could return to the battlefield after being healed, which did not violate his principles.

At this time, the three looked at McLaren with hope on their faces.

McLaren pondered for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "They are all men who have shed blood and tears for the empire. It's okay, leave it to me. Master Hansen, you have been coming quite frequently recently. Is something going to happen?"

McLaren's news was relatively blocked, and he only realized it now.

Hansen smiled, "Your news is a bit behind. The entire Northwest professional circle has spread the word. Don't you know?"

McLaren asked his disciples to help the three down for treatment. He did not participate personally, so he asked strangely, "I really don't know. Is the Northwest going to war again?"

Hansen nodded solemnly, "This time it is the Southwest Highlands. According to the news detected by the Flame Adventure Group, there is a very rich magic crystal mine there, as well as a lot of mithril, activated copper, and various high-level energy metals. After discussion between the two major military forces in the Northwest and the Imperial Mage Corps, they decided to attack Youchi in the Southwest Highlands."

Hearing the names of the metals, McLaren was stunned. Mithril, this is the most important material for making alchemy equipment above the sixth level, a metal with extremely excellent magic conductivity. Currently, one gram of mithril costs as much as 100,000 gold coins, which is conceivable.

However, he quickly figured it out, "Then on the wizard side, is the Imperial Mage Corps taking action? Or is the Glory Wizard Alliance taking action? Or is it a joint effort? Who is providing the potions and logistics?"

Hansen felt a headache when he heard these words. He patted his forehead and said, "You wizards, why do you ask these questions when you meet me? It's annoying."

McLaren smiled sheepishly and said, "Isn't this concern?"

Hansen snorted, "It's concern for money, right? However, there are indeed many opportunities to open this time, because it integrates the entire Northwest's strength, so there is a large gap, and various bidding methods will be used at that time, but it is not yet time. What are you afraid of? With this skill of yours, as long as you survive the end of the war, wouldn't you be making a fortune in minutes."

When the war ends, there will inevitably be a large number of disabled people. Will McLaren's place still be overcrowded at that time?

McLaren shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with money. I'm just asking casually. Now there are more and more pharmacist organizations on the wizard side. Although our Pharmacist Guild still occupies the majority, there are still many low-level pharmacists who have united to form teams to sell potions externally. I'm just asking casually. I don't make much money here. To be honest, I can't make much money from you. The money I earn has to be split into a part of the patent fee for Dore. There's not much money at all."

Hansen asked strangely, "How come, does your treatment plan have anything to do with him? I've been hearing this name recently, and my ears are about to fall off."

McLaren looked at Hansen in confusion, "Don't you know about the few sixth-level pharmacists in Wassenberg?"

Hansen was stunned for a moment, a sixth-level pharmacist?

He blinked his eyes and thought, no wonder the superiors always mentioned this person, and there were many disputes, so it turned out to be sixth-level, and this plan to treat disabilities was also his?

Thinking of this, he became active and said, "Is Dore a person or a team? Can they handle large-scale treatment?"

McLaren immediately laughed, "He has an independent Wizard's Tower, as high as the sixth level, and has thirty or forty third- and fourth-level pharmacists under his command. He teaches his own classes and imparts fifth-level pharmacist experience. Even I occasionally go to listen to classes, what do you think?"

Hansen gasped, "Then why haven't I heard of it before?"

"He is only twenty-one years old this year, considered a young genius. He hasn't been here for long, and there are many people suppressing him. It's normal not to hear his name, especially in the legion system. It seems that there are some conflicts recently." McLaren said after thinking for a moment.

He was also clear about Dore's situation, and said it casually.

It takes several days to treat the injury, so Hansen had to stay in the city for a few days. That afternoon, he returned to the family and asked someone to inquire and get information.