The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Maurice's good life inevitably drew envy, with several of his elder brothers in the family repeatedly causing trouble. The leader was Willie, the strongest of the younger generation of the Cecil family.

Maurice now finally understood what the lecturer had said about the convenience and universal constraints of status. Being in a noble family, he couldn't escape the traditional power struggles of noble families vying to maintain the advantage of the main bloodline.

Willie represented the main bloodline and wanted him to submit, which Maurice naturally refused. Recently, he had been frequently harassed, even threatened, and subjected to underhanded tactics by those below him.

This forced Maurice to stay in the laboratory, only daring to move around the magic tower, not venturing out of the magic tower area.

"My strength is still not enough!" Maurice lamented.

He thought of the lecturer and, putting down his work, walked out of the magic tower.

Recently, he had some money and bought a room's residence rights in the magic tower, generally free from disturbance.

As soon as he came out, a person stared at him intently from a distance, following him wherever he went, until he disappeared in front of the Lamb Magic Tower.

Entering the Lamb Magic Tower, Maurice breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, he was just born of a concubine, without real power or people. Even after advancing to the third level, there would still be plenty of people in the family targeting him.

He sighed and went to the lecturer's door, knocking gently.

A voice quickly came from inside, and he pushed the door open and walked in.

Dore was not concocting medicine at this time but was experimenting with magic. A fireball the size of a human head appeared in front of him. What was different was that this flame was not the usual red but orange-red. The light around the fireball was distorted, obviously indicating an extremely high temperature.

Seeing this magic, Maurice was a little surprised, "Lecturer, have you advanced to the second level?"

Dore shook his head and said, "It's not that easy. I'm experimenting with another use of the Fireball spell. Second level, it will take at least a few more months."

The first and second levels of a wizard are purely the accumulation of magic power without any technical content. After the second level, they will deeply study the essence of a certain element. After reaching the third level, their strength will undergo earth-shattering changes.

He put his hands together, and the fireball in his hand disappeared.

He turned his gaze to Maurice, "What do you want from me?"

Maurice's face was slightly ugly, and he said with some embarrassment, "I, I, I!"

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, don't stammer," Dore said strangely. He was only fifteen years old this year, how could he be more mature than the other party?

Maurice's face was a little ugly, and he said softly. "I want to ask you to come out and preside over our work. I've recently gotten into trouble."

Dore chuckled. He had actually heard about these things from Gudos. There was a student named Willie in the academy who was recently pressuring Maurice in various ways.

He smiled and said, "You were able to go to the city alone to find me in the first place, why don't you have any courage now?"

Maurice shook his head and sighed, "This is different from that. At most, they would despise me for finding a commoner lecturer who is even younger than me, which only means that my position in the family will become lower, but there is nothing else?"

Dore asked strangely, "Will you be lower than before now?"

Maurice was silent.

Dore shrugged and looked at his eyes seriously, "Remember, the achievements you can achieve all come from yourself and have nothing to do with the family. All you have is yourself and your abilities. Now, any Tom, Dick, or Harry in the family can control your life. How will you grow up in the future? Are you so unbearable without the family?"

Maurice smiled bitterly. Willie was not a Tom, Dick, or Harry. He was the fastest-growing young man in the Cecil family and the most favored person in the family. With just one word from him, at least half of the people in the family would target him.

Would he really be so unbearable without the family?

He suddenly understood the meaning of Dore's words. When he first came, he was indeed troubled by the three major families, and he couldn't even buy medicinal materials.

He was silent, then gently exhaled and said, "I will go to the Chamber of Commerce and other organizations to try to get rid of the family's control."

Dore chuckled, "I wish you success. Oh, right, someone came to me a few days ago and said that they would be short of a batch of level three mental strength potions."

He took a business card from the table and threw it to Maurice casually.

Maurice grabbed it casually, and a big illusory hand grabbed the business card that was about to fall to the ground and pulled it in front of him. He looked at it carefully and was shocked.

Although the three major families controlled most of the business, transportation, grain, oil, minerals, and other materials in Watts City and controlled the political world, Watts City was, after all, just Watts City. It was a city of the Glory Empire, and there were always places that the three major families could not touch.

The name on the business card was Watts City's taboo.

"Housewell, the ruler of one of the magic towers in Watts City."

My God.

Dore glanced at him and said indifferently, "Go ahead, don't embarrass me."

…

After advancing to the fourth level, his social relations became many times more complicated than before. Many magicians, many forces, and many organizations threw olive branches at him, all for the sake of level four mental strength potions, level four magic power potions, and level four energy potions, which were extremely important materials for wizards, especially Watts Magic Tower, known as the Empire Magic Academy.

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It's just that Dore didn't want to have much contact with them now. He was essentially a person from the Northern Kingdom. Even if he contacted them, he would not gain the official trust. This was a matter of human nature.

After Maurice left, he continued to improve his Fireball spell theory.

Among the first-level witchcrafts, the power of the Fireball spell is beyond doubt, second only to close-range lightning witchcraft. As the owner of the Fire Element Child, he can forget about lightning spells unless he later switches to the Storm Element Child.

The Fireball spell has three forms: pure explosion form, pure combustion form, and a pure penetration form. This is what he has recently researched.

He found that by transforming the spell nodes into the most basic vortex shape and then replacing half of them with other forms, the speed of the Fireball spell would be very fast. He used the burning of his own energy in exchange for speed. In this way, after the Fireball spell was launched, it would not explode or burn violently but would pierce a hole in an object, with some burning damage.

In this way, he had learned all three elements of the Fireball spell, and now he would quietly improve and slowly wait for the second level.

In addition to Dore, Baal's recent situation was also slowly improving. The magic elements here were abundant. This guy was so lazy that he was almost a hibernating snake, lying in his nest and not wanting to go out at all.

Only when Dore was experimenting with magic would he occasionally raise his head and pay attention.

Whoosh.

The fireball pierced through two layers of thick steel plates and then disappeared.

After completing the last experiment, Dore breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to rest.

It was already his most powerful penetrating fireball spell, and the effect was not bad. In the future, when he encountered a warrior, a fireball would be enough to send him to heaven, provided that the other party's armor was not enchanted.

"Your ability has made me look at you with new eyes!" Baal rarely crawled out of his warm nest and came to Dore.

He glanced at the steel plate, oh, it was still fine steel.

Dore shrugged, "Although Natriye was an ancient person many years ago, many of his experiences are very advanced and worth learning from." He continued to shrug, "I'm just eager to learn."

Baal nodded.