The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore began his lecture, and the room fell silent. Only his own voice could be heard in the entire classroom. Soon, four hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

Class dismissed.

Returning to his magic tower, Dore had the two people put things down and prepared to rest.

He now understood the academy's operational methods. The entire Ellengard Academy, from top to bottom, could be said to be a collection of interests, further divided into many smaller collections of interests.

Lecturers were no exception. A lecturer could be said to be a collection in himself: himself, his abilities, and his students. Anyone with ability would concentrate the resources at hand. For example, Luo Qiu and Fiss tightly controlled their students, extracting their labor and squeezing out their benefits. At the same time, they ensured the students' interests in other ways, binding them together.

Dore didn't want to do that. His output was enough to keep him from worrying about anything. He calculated that the Rose Merchant Guild's goods should arrive in the next few days.

He had very few mental power potions left. If he didn't resolve this matter soon, he would have to find another way.

Advancement was the top priority; everything else was secondary.

A level one wizard needed to stay at that level for several years before advancing to level two. Dore's speed could be faster. He even thought that advancing to level two in one year would be most suitable.

Too slow.

One bottle of level three mental power potion every five days. In his mind sea, the magical power phantom, originally only the size of a palm, had now grown a little, almost the height of a forearm.

Dore was still not satisfied.

He estimated that with about two more inches, he could try to construct a level two spell model, which should be possible by the end of this year at the current rate.

Provided he had enough mental power potions.

Early in the morning, just after waking up, Fain had already arrived early at the entrance of the magic tower. Dore didn't even wash his face and hurried down. Fain gave Dore a mysterious look, then directed people to send up a large sack, gave him a note, and left in a hurry.

Dore understood.

Returning to his room, Dore closed the door and opened the sack. Seeing the medicinal herbs inside, sure enough, they were all White Cicada materials.

At the bottom of the sack was a large box filled with empty special medicine bottles.

Heh, they're quite particular about safety. But that's understandable. It's best not to easily reveal a weapon of mass destruction like the White Cicada.

Dore had just prepared his gloves and filter mask when there was another knock on the door.

This time it was Gudus. Someone was looking for him downstairs.

Closing the door and going downstairs, Dore saw a carriage parked directly below the magic tower. The coachman was a powerful warrior carrying a sword.

After showing his token, the powerful warrior nodded, unloaded all the medicine bags from the carriage, and placed them on the ground.

"The shopkeeper said he wants a quarter of the finished product, and the rest is up to you. After you're done, you can send it over, or we can come and get it."

Dore nodded and said, "No problem." He looked at the medicine bags, a full three large bags, hundreds of pounds of stuff.

He calculated, "Well, come once every ten days."

The warrior nodded, his face solemn. "It will still be me next time. If someone else comes, don't give it to him."

He turned around and drove the carriage away.

Dore gently exhaled. Two things had happened in one day. The days ahead would be busy.

...

At the same time, some people secretly observing nearby almost vomited blood. It was too disgusting.

Ellengard Academy was famous for alchemy, and the Magic Potion Hall was extremely weak. There were only three senior potion lecturers, and not a single higher-level level four magic potion master. Just then, a new magic potion master came, and they wanted to use the old tricks to force him to choose their camp, but they didn't expect it to be broken so simply.

Some people's faces were ashen, some were helpless, and some were very puzzled.

Why did this person from the Northern Kingdom have so many connections? How was this possible?

...

At the top of Lamb Tower, Vice President Lamb was looking ahead, as if he could see through the void and see Nicole's ugly expression in the opposite tower. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Although the other party didn't make any overt moves, they did a lot of things in private. At least no one openly dealt with Dore, only daring to do small things.

As long as they were small things, he didn't need to worry. That little guy should handle it very well, and indeed he did.

He thought for a while, then casually pinched a hand seal, and the light in his hand quickly flashed and disappeared.

After a while, Gudus appeared at the door with a flushed face.

"Teacher!"

Lamb beckoned and said, "How is that thing I asked you to do going?"

Gudus smiled slyly and said, "It's almost done, and it might even be better."

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Lamb raised his eyebrows. "Why do you say that?"

Gudus leaned over shamelessly and giggled, "The effect of Mage Dore's lectures is good. Morris and Sano have now become his loyal fans, promoting him everywhere. It's better than me promoting him myself, and they should have some insights soon. When they advance to level three potion masters, Mage Dore's name should be known, and there's no need for publicity at all! Luo Qiu and Fiss's lectures are still too conservative."

Lamb snorted and turned his head to look outside.

"The decline of magic potion studies in Waltz City is partly because there are indeed no good magic potion masters, and partly because the nobles control all the high-end magic potions. I brought Dore in to stir up this water, and it seems to be working well. As long as there are a few more level three magic potion masters, this situation will be alleviated."

"Yes, the Waltz family is also responsible for this matter." He mimicked his master's appearance, "They are all very short-sighted, especially that old woman Nicole, who is simply incompetent."

Lamb turned his head and glanced at Gudus.

Gudus immediately shrank his neck and dared not say more.

...

The academy had just started a new semester. Excellent students graduated, and new students arrived. These new students were the targets of various organizations.

The academy did not force everyone to attend classes every day. Instead, it encouraged students to go out, issuing tasks from time to time and encouraging students to do them, with generous prices.

Two weeks after the start of the semester, the academy issued the first batch of tasks.

These tasks will be of four types: first, clearing beasts from surrounding villages and towns; second, clearing potentially existing magical beasts from the surrounding area; third, hiring tasks; and fourth, professional tasks."

At this time, it was time for the students to officially release their passion, recruiting teammates, accepting tasks, and purchasing various potions and equipment.

The Alchemy Department of Ellengard Academy was very powerful, and various equipment was very cheap. Magic potion studies were declining, with only four or five level three potion masters, and not many level two potion masters either.

Soon, news came that a new potion master had come to the academy, who could refine various potions, and most importantly, the output was actually good and the price was relatively moderate.

These people therefore flocked to him.

Later, rumors spread that the potion master's strength was not good and the potion quality was poor, and so on.

Immediately afterwards, the magic potion students immediately jumped out and accused these people of talking nonsense. The new lecturer was very strong, and they had all benefited from him and would soon be promoted to level three.