The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Arriving at the city gate, Doray showed the herbs and easily walked into the city.

He first went to the pharmacy, put down a few bottles of beginner-level mental strength potions, exchanged them for gold coins, and walked all the way, leaving marks at fixed locations along the way, before returning to the rented room.

After putting everything down, Doray immediately went out again and arrived at the entrance of Mondo's blacksmith shop.

Arriving at the entrance, the fellow selling ironware didn't recognize him, treating him as a customer. Doray smiled and didn't speak, heading straight to the back, but was recognized by Anderson halfway.

"Brother Lin Rui, how did you become so white? Did you put on makeup?"

Having not seen the sun for a winter, coupled with exercising his Qi and blood, his body naturally metabolized, removing melanin, and he was indeed very white now.

Doray smiled and said, "I'm not a woman, why would I buy makeup? Is Uncle Hong here?"

Anderson chuckled, scratching his head, "Uncle Hong and Brother Ha are both here. It's good you're back, you can start work tomorrow. There's been a lot going on lately."

Doray naturally knew there was a lot going on. The spring busy season was about to begin, and the military headquarters was also starting to sweep the various beasts on both sides of the road, requiring a lot of weapons, bows, crossbows, swords, hammers, axes, etc.

Doray was clear about all of this, having done this kind of work for a year.

Arriving at the back, entering the living room, he immediately saw Uncle Hong and Harley sitting there, comfortably drinking tea.

The two turned around at the same time, looking at Doray.

"Yo, the vacation is over," Uncle Hong shouted in a loud voice, saying, "It's good you're back, ready to go to work?"

Doray nodded, "Uncle Hong, Brother Ha."

Harley looked at Doray, his mind filled with thoughts. This guy was truly ruthless. But this little guy was good to his own people, and it was a good thing that he was willing to come back to work. There was a lot going on recently, and they were short of senior blacksmiths.

"How long will you stay this time?" Harley asked a question.

Doray looked at him, smiled, "Watch the news."

Harley's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, he was back for revenge. That Dis, alas.

He sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go to your place later." He didn't dare say more, afraid that Uncle Hong would become suspicious.

Doray nodded and said, "Okay, I have something to do today, I'll come to work tomorrow morning."

Uncle Hong knew that the relationship between Doray and Harley was a bit strange, and didn't say much. He was naturally very welcome for Doray, a level-two blacksmith, to be willing to work. In the spring, the city was most in need of blacksmiths, especially senior blacksmiths.

Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Doray didn't walk far before he saw the mark on the roadside.

It was left by Cartier. Lily hadn't replied yet, and he planned to visit Lily tonight.

Just then, he felt someone was following him.

He pretended to look around casually, and sure enough, he saw someone watching him from a distance behind, with clumsy tracking skills.

He frowned. What was going on? Why was someone following him every time he came back? Who were these people? The Ability Association?

If that was the case, he would have to change his face every time he came out.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then walked towards the city center. He soon arrived at a restaurant called Grande, went straight to the third floor, where there was a private room.

After asking the waiter a few questions, he quickly arrived at one of the private rooms.

Opening the door, he saw Cartier sitting opposite him, happily eating fried chicken, taking big bites.

When Cartier saw Doray coming in, he flustered, pointing to the opposite side with his elbow, his mouth full, mumbling indistinctly.

Doray found it a bit funny, "Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you." Sitting opposite Cartier, he poured himself water and picked up a chicken leg, putting it in his mouth and gnawing on it.

The chicken legs at this restaurant were famous and very delicious.

Doray was not polite with him, and soon, a chicken leg was gone.

After a long while, Cartier finally said his first sentence normally, "This time you're back, when are you planning to make a move?"

Doray licked his lips and said, "Let's scout out the information first, we'll talk about it later. Dis isn't a big shot, as long as we think of a way to get away, killing him is as easy as killing a chicken."

Cartier glanced at Doray, "Are you so inflated now?"

"I'm just stating a fact. It's too easy to want someone to die, especially if that person isn't even an entry-level expert."

Cartier was speechless. These wizards never had a nice thing to say, clearly looking down on them warriors. But the destructive power of wizards was indeed much stronger than that of warrior professions, especially apothecaries. He should try not to offend them if possible.

He nodded and said, "I know you have many ways to make people die unknowingly, but after all, that person is from the police station. Killing him is not like killing ordinary people like Carmen. It will definitely cause a backlash from the Domon City police station."

“I never intended to stay in this place forever.”

Cartier was stunned, not expecting Doray to say that. He was leaving, so what should he do?

He was silent.

Doray looked at Cartier, not knowing what he was thinking, so he continued, "This world is wonderful, I don't want to be wanted by the empire, so as long as it's done reasonably perfectly, I'll leave this place then. Domon City is a bit small after all, and the top level of power is only so high. I need to see a wider world."

Reading books every day, Doray had long yearned for the world described in the books, but with his great revenge unavenged, his heart could not be at peace, otherwise he would have left long ago.

From Domon City to Chris County was only fifty kilometers of mountain roads, too close for a high-level wizard apprentice.

Cartier sighed and said, "Hearing you say that, I should also leave this place. That person is already dead, I have avenged my revenge, and I have no regrets."

At this time, he changed his mind and said, "The Ability Association has already set its sights on your Doray identity, and your Lin Rui identity is also being suspected. We should meet less often recently."

Doray nodded, "I've also noticed it. Has anything major happened in the city recently?"

Cartier told him about the major events that had happened in the past few months. Actually, nothing major had happened. Several nobles without any weight had died. Several major families were furious and turned the entire city upside down, finding countless petty thieves. Even the assassins of the Assassin's Guild were cleaned up in batches, and social order was better than ever.

The reason why nobles' lives are more valuable than commoners' lies in the various privileges of nobles and the benefits that nobles bring to society, which ordinary commoners cannot compare. Even the worst noble brings more benefits to the city in a year than thousands or tens of thousands of commoners.

A living noble is not a person, but a group. Each noble has their own interests, and the death of a noble represents an interruption of interests, which means that others need to compete for this part of the benefits, which is very detrimental to the management of Domon City in winter.

The noble group almost controls 99% of the wealth of the entire society, which is why they look down on commoners.

The death of several nobles was indeed a major event that shocked society. Doray knew how one of them died and who killed him, but that didn't mean he had to say it.

Talking with Cartier was pleasant. Doray ate his fill, stayed for a while, and then left the restaurant.