The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Lamb looked at Fane with a helpless expression and said, "A few days ago, Dean Ellengard came out of seclusion and decided to rectify the academy's atmosphere and integrate its resources. He transferred Dole to the Potion Hall, but gave him the position of Deputy Hall Master, though it hasn't been officially announced yet. The affairs of the academy under Dole's command have always been the responsibility of the students themselves, and actually have little to do with him. He only provides guidance."

Fane stared at Lamb. "Then who should we go to for the orders from our military department now?"

Lamb was a little surprised. "Didn't Morris and the others give it to you?"

Fane thought of the scene he saw below and said helplessly, "They're making trouble down there. How could they give it to me?" He paused. "I don't care. I'm here today for the antidote. Give it to me quickly. If you don't resolve this matter, the cooperation with Ellengard Academy will probably end here."

Hearing this, Lamb immediately became serious. "I'll go down and arrange it. We won't be careless about the imperial order."

Fane nodded. "Hurry up. I'll have our supervisor talk to Dean Ellengard in a bit."

Lamb asked doubtfully, "So urgent?"

Fane's expression changed, and his voice became louder. "How can it not be urgent? The South Bay Swamp is currently undergoing major development. The production of antidotes here must not lag behind. If it does, I'm afraid none of you can bear the responsibility."

Lamb became solemn. "Then how about this? You come with me and report directly to Dean Ellengard."

...

Fane had a headache. There were too many messy things going on in Ellengard Academy. He didn't want to get involved in the first place. He thought that under Dole's leadership, things would proceed quietly without any problems. But just after going back for a few days, Dole was forced to go to the Potion Hall.

He knew the level of the Potion Hall in Ellengard Academy. It was useless. Several high-level people were good at vying for credit.

Coming out of the Lamb Tower, they arrived at the entrance of the Ellengard Tower.

The magic tower's door was slightly ajar. Seeing this, Fane breathed a sigh of relief.

The two stopped at the same time and turned back simultaneously. Behind them, Nico and Nicholas came together.

Lamb frowned slightly, while Fane nodded gently.

...

Dole took out items one by one from his storage ring and arranged them around the room. He now realized that having a storage ring was incredibly convenient. He didn't need to bring anything when he went out. He was practically a mobile warehouse.

Unfortunately, the storage capacity of the ring was still too weak. It was completely full after only storing a few items, which didn't meet his requirements.

If Ellengard Academy continued like this, he would consider leaving and finding a new place to continue living. With his current abilities, he would live well anywhere.

He cooperated well with the Rose Merchant Guild, but even without the Rose Merchant Guild, he had many merchant guilds to choose from. Transnational merchant guilds like the Blaze Merchant Guild were also on the list. He wasn't afraid of being controlled by others. As for threats to his life, as long as Lord Baer didn't leave, he would be safe.

He currently only needed to cultivate step by step.

After reaching level two, the number of spells increased. With Chain Fireball, Explosive Fireball, plus Fire Shield and Fire Element Manipulation, he could play with fire in many ways. In terms of combat power, he was not weaker than those geniuses.

The speed of meditation slowed down. After a few months, the size of the fire element only increased by a few centimeters. At this stage, increasing the height by one centimeter would also increase the width, and the total amount of fire element would increase a lot.

At this rate, it would take a long, long time for him to increase it to two meters.

Just then, he suddenly lowered his head. After a moment, he raised his head, and the corners of his mouth slightly parted.

He thought that Fane would come in the next few days. With Fane putting pressure on the academy, even if he didn't want to be an official, the position of Deputy Hall Master was a sure thing. Sure enough.

His intention in choosing to compromise with the Potion Hall at this time was also the same.

He put down the things in his hand, turned and walked out of the lab, and then quickly walked into the Ellengard Tower.

In an office on the top floor, Ellengard's illusory figure sat behind a chair. Beside him were Lamb, who was somewhat gratified, Nicholas and York, who had unsightly expressions, and Nico, who was expressionless. As for Fane, he stood aside with a blank expression.

In addition, Wordsworth, a level four wizard, was also staring at the illusory figure, standing aside with a seemingly calm expression.

As soon as Dole walked in, everyone's eyes turned to him.

The room was unusually quiet. As Dole walked in, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard.

Ellengard stood up from the chair. He glanced expressionlessly at everyone around him and said indifferently, "After discussion, Dole is appointed as the Deputy Hall Master of the Potion Hall, in charge of production matters. Dole, do you agree?"

Dole bowed slightly, equally expressionless. "Yes, thank you, Dean."

Seeing his expression, Nicholas and York sighed secretly. Dole was simply too threatening. They could only blame themselves for being incompetent.

Wordsworth then glanced at Dole. A faint aura flowed out from his body, enveloping him. He said lightly, "Our academy has two level four potion masters. I am the other one, but I have been in seclusion for many years and don't pay much attention to potionology. Since you are a level four potion master and are in charge of the Potion Hall's production, then some things will have to be done by you."

Dole was a little surprised. What did this mean? But he quickly thought of something, and his expression changed slightly. Feeling Wordsworth's aura, he carefully said, "Lord Wordsworth, my production is limited, and priority is given to the Rose Merchant Guild. This is a contract that was agreed upon earlier and cannot be violated. As for supplying the level two wizards of the academy, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

The mental pressure was very comprehensive. Dole felt his shoulders were heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on him.

It wasn't coming from the physical body; it was coming from the mind.

Wordsworth's expression changed, and his face darkened. "Then I don't think you deserve the position of Deputy Hall Master."

Dole raised his eyebrows and was not afraid of this level four wizard.

Ellengard looked at Wordsworth, then at Dole. Both of them had extremely firm expressions.

At this time, some sweat appeared on Lamb's forehead, and he looked at Wordsworth with a somewhat unsightly expression.

This guy was clearly making things difficult for Dole.

Nicholas and York had happy expressions on their faces at this time.

Dole didn't resist the mental pressure. This Wordsworth was clearly trying to make things difficult for him.

He snorted softly and nodded lightly. "I can refuse this position." After saying that, he bowed slightly to Ellengard. "Dean, I request to go out for a while."

If I'm not wanted here, I'll just leave. Dole had this plan in the first place.

The room suddenly became deathly silent. Everyone was dumbfounded.

The most surprised person was Fane. Hearing this, he was overjoyed.

"Haha, Master Dole, my Imperial Mage Corps welcomes you to visit."