The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The middle-aged man's expression turned cold as he casually tossed the formula and potion onto the table, looking down at Dorre with a condescending gaze. "You're on my turf, so I naturally call the shots."

Dorre raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat amusing. He also turned cold and said, "Oh, is that so? I originally intended to give this formula to the little guy, but now I plan to charge for it. You saw my formula, so hand over twenty thousand magic crystals."

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the formula, his lips twitching slightly. The formula was indeed quite good, suitable for most physical discomfort symptoms, and effective for professionals as well. The design was very clever, clearly the work of a master potion maker with decades of experience in the industry.

However, twenty thousand magic crystals for a level two formula was a bit of a rip-off.

He immediately said angrily, "Young man, I advise you to be a little kinder." He revealed a hint of murderous intent, as if he were about to kill someone.

Dorre glanced at him sideways, speaking in a composed manner, "You saw my formula and even planned to ask me for money to buy the finished potion, and now you're planning to deal with me? Are you sure you want to do this?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, staring intently at Dorre.

At this point, he couldn't gauge Dorre's depth. This young man was too calm, terrifyingly calm. Most importantly, he had never been able to see through this young man's strength. He was at least a level three.

A level three wizard was already considered a local tyrant in this place.

He had to know that he was only a level two wizard, nothing more.

The little boy beside him was already stunned. He stood to the side, at a loss, his two panicked hands not knowing where to put them as he watched his teacher and the stranger clash.

Just then, Dorre suddenly snorted coldly and said, "Forget it, I don't want the medicine anymore. Old fellow, you're on your own." With that, he turned and left.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, but the little boy felt a mix of emotions.

Survival in this place was like this: if you didn't eat people, you would be eaten. Only by hanging the shingle of potion makers could the two of them barely survive.

He always felt that his teacher was not being ethical enough. Judging by that person's appearance, he didn't seem to care about the formula, but his teacher treated it like a treasure.

Soon, a day passed. The whole day, that person did not come again, as if he had really left.

In the evening, as darkness fell, all was silent, and the camp was quiet, returning to its deathly stillness.

Behind the tent, the little boy was sleeping when he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had somehow appeared outside the tent.

He looked around in a panic, wondering if someone was going to kill him. Thinking of this, sweat immediately flowed down his forehead, and he quickly looked around.

The stars in the sky were shining brightly, and the surroundings were dark and silent, indescribably quiet.

At this moment, his gaze suddenly stopped. He saw the person from the daytime, standing beside him, smiling at him.

He held a book in his hand and handed it to him.

The little boy was stunned. What did this mean?

Dorre looked at him and said meaningfully, "This is a book for potion maker students that can help you cultivate to level five. If you have the opportunity to practice all the potions in it and want to obtain books after level five, you can look for a place called Storm Territory. There is a Tower of Babel there. You can come and find me then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dorre smiled and released the book, letting it fall freely, while he himself had already disappeared.

The little boy looked at the disappearing figure in front of him, feeling somewhat disheveled in the wind. The dark night seemed particularly lonely. At this moment, his heart was wary, frightened, and somewhat excited. What a great opportunity this was!

However, he quickly looked around warily, then quickly bent down, picked up the book on the ground, and tucked it into his arms.

He vowed that this time, he would never let anyone find out.

…

After finishing this matter, Dorre quickly headed northwest. The ruins matter was over, and he should go back.

This time, he should start preparing for the territory matter. With the golden corpse, he felt that the time was completely ripe.

After the Son of Storm Meditation Method reached level five, he had to constantly visualize the existence of the storm. He was only simulating it in his sea of consciousness, which was extremely limiting for the Storm Meditation Method. Without a real environment to support it, the meditation effect was very poor. If he could see real storm scenes every day, with the wizard tower as a source of magic power, Dorre was confident that he could advance to level six in the shortest possible time.

The territory was his ultimate plan.

Originally, this plan would not be realized until at least level six, but after obtaining the golden corpse, he felt that this territory plan could be launched. The golden corpse was a guarantee of combat power. With combat power, he could ensure that his territory would not be destroyed. However, the location of the territory was a problem. The agreement with the Third Prince last time was still valid. He didn't know if that guy had succeeded now.

…

Dorre naturally had no acquaintances in the imperial capital. If he had to say acquaintances, it would only be the three people who were now out on adventures. He didn't know how they were doing now.

He wanted to go to the imperial capital to take a look, but his main body couldn't leave, and his clone was a black wizard, so going there would only make him a target. He didn't know how to find out.

If he had to say a connection with the imperial capital, the city lord was naturally the most clear, so Dorre wondered if he should ask the city lord?

The weather in April was slowly warming up. The streets were no longer so deserted, and new buds had begun to grow slowly on the trees along the street.

Returning to Wassenburg, he spoke with Aisi.

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Soon, the two of them walked out of the wizard tower gate one after the other.

Aisi shielded her eyes from the sunlight. She hadn't been out for a while, and the sunlight was a bit dazzling, and her eyes were still a little unaccustomed.

Dorre looked at her and said with a faint smile, "You should come out once in a while, don't just focus on cultivation."

Aisi adapted to the light at this time and said lightly, "How can I catch up with you, a freak, if I don't work hard? I'm now in the middle stage of level five, and you're almost in the late stage of the middle stage."

Dorre touched his nose and said nothing. It was unwise to speak at this time.

Aisi looked at Dorre's profile and muttered in her heart, "Why does this guy have a bit more confidence in him these few days, and even the kind of confidence, responsibility, mission, and even sophistication that I see in elders?"

What ideas has this guy come up with again?

"You haven't said yet, what are you doing looking for my uncle?"

Dorre smiled and looked at her, saying with a faint smile, "You'll know when you see him. This matter is very important, and it's a bit inappropriate for me to go alone."

Aisi said oh, "Okay, you disturbed my cultivation, how will you compensate me?" Aisi didn't ask too much about Dorre's affairs, but shook Dorre's arm coquettishly.

Dorre waved his hand and said, "After we're done, we'll go to the Rare Delicacies Pavilion and eat him a meal."

Only then did Aisi smile, her eyes turning into crescent moons.

At this time, the other wizards standing around were stunned. Aisi, the ice beauty who was always known for her coldness, would actually act coquettishly to someone. It was unknown how many people dropped the things in their hands.

This was big news. These two lovebirds were really together?

The city lord's family's most talented daughter was going to marry an outsider...a rich kid?

Everyone could see how wealthy Dorre was. Just a level seven wizard tower made many small and medium-sized nobles beyond reach, not to mention another level six. Privately, no family dared to look down on Dorre now, not even the top families.

Dorre and Aisi walked outside together and soon disappeared at the entrance of the tower group, followed by an unknown number of gazes.