The Witcher: Elemental Lords

After paying the carriage fare, Dorlay stepped down from the carriage with a light step and walked inside.

He sensed that the gazes behind him had slightly decreased, so the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Without stopping, he walked into the gate.

Upon entering the Peony Flower House, one could see all kinds of people standing in the hall. It didn't seem like a place for lodging, but rather a place for socializing. All kinds of gentlemen and socialites could be seen here; basically, everyone here was a noble.

Before he could even stand still, someone came up to him with a surprised and uncertain expression.

"This, are you planning to...?"

Dorlay slowly said, "To stay. Do you have rooms available here?"

The person immediately smiled. "You must be here for the first time. Please allow me to introduce our rooms. We have three types of rooms. The first type is a standard room, which only provides lodging and meals, with hot water and bathing facilities. The second type is a member room, with various services. Anything you can think of, we can provide. There are also various programs to choose from. The third type is a VIP room. You can treat the VIP room as your own home, and any request is acceptable."

Dorlay raised an eyebrow and said, "Quite a lot of services. I'm only staying for one night. Give me a standard room, and make it quick. I'm in a hurry."

The person immediately led Dorlay to the front desk.

As soon as he arrived at the front desk, a person resting nearby looked up, suddenly stood up, came to the front desk, waved at the girl who was handling the paperwork, dismissed her, and showed a gentle smile in front of Dorlay, slowly saying, "So it's Wizard Dorlay gracing us with your presence. How about I open a member room for you? Guaranteed attentive service."

Dorlay looked at the person in front of him, just a slightly handsome middle-aged man. He didn't recognize the person, but the person recognized him.

He shook his head, refusing the offer, and said, "I need a quiet room, one that won't be disturbed all night."

The person immediately understood and said, "Understood, understood. I'll arrange for someone to help you with the formalities."

He gave the person at the front desk a look, and the person immediately understood.

"Wizard Dorlay, do you have any other needs? We also provide other services, such as various buying and selling services! If you have any rare medicines, we can also help you sell them here?" He revealed a slightly knowing look that all men understand.

Dorlay chuckled. "That kind of thing, ah, I haven't refined it yet. If I have it, I'll bring it next time."

His gaze was a little strange. Seeing that this guy was so familiar with it, it seemed that many pharmacists usually came here to have fun and would sell some hallucinogenic or aphrodisiac potions.

The middle-aged man understood, so he smiled and said, "You can stay in the hall for a while. These people are all elites of our Waltz City. If you can take a few people back, I think some people wouldn't mind."

Dorlay glanced at the hall behind him. Some women seemed to have frequently focused their gazes on him.

He looked at the middle-aged man and shrugged. "I'm still young." After speaking, he leisurely turned and left.

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched upon hearing this. This guy was really humorous. Sixteen years old wasn't young anymore. Like those noble sons without much talent, they could come out to have fun at fourteen, contributing to the family's expenses.

Dorlay's age was indeed not old. He was sixteen years old this year, and he looked a little more mature, probably about twenty years old.

Passing through the central hall, he came to the elevator room in the back and quickly arrived on the third floor.

Looking at the room number, he found his room.

At this moment, he glanced into the hallway. He felt that someone was watching him.

But when he looked, he didn't find anyone.

Dorlay's face turned somewhat ugly as if he had eaten a fly. They even chased him here to cause trouble. He knew that it cost three gold coins a night here, enough for an ordinary person to live for a year.

Strength, ah, strength.

He opened the door, entered, and closed it.

With a casual wave, a stream of energy entered the door and disappeared. Then, with both hands forming a seal, several magic runes entered the ground beneath his feet.

After doing all this, he then did the same on each window. After a while, he sat on the bed and meditated.

It must be said that the standard rooms here were also quite luxurious. The floor was covered with cashmere carpets, the table was made of fragrant sandalwood of unknown age, and the bedding was all kinds of silks and velvets, extremely luxurious.

Looking at it this way, three gold coins a night didn't seem expensive.

After getting everything done, Dorlay took out a small bottle of mental power potion, drank it all in one gulp, and then closed his eyes and meditated to recover.

Previously, he had only relied on his own abilities to improve his strength. Now it seemed that he had to use potions to quickly improve his strength.

Taking potions was the norm for any professional. Taking potions had hidden dangers, which was the consensus of all high-level professionals, but many people had no choice but to take potions because improving was too slow and didn't meet the requirements. As for the hidden dangers, they could be adjusted later with other means.

Dorlay also thought so. As a pharmacist, he had too many methods.

In the dark room, there was silence, only the sound of Dorlay's slow breathing.

Time quickly came to the second half of the night.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window. He had just felt that the magic runes he had set up had been touched, and the magic runes had issued a warning.

Just as he was wondering, the magic runes at the door also issued a warning.

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Eh, there are quite a few people coming. I wonder which force it is.

Dorlay looked into the darkness, took out two small bottles from his waist, held his breath, opened the bottle caps, and then threw one towards the window and one towards the door.

Potent Level 3 Hallucinogenic Potion.

At this moment, the door was slowly opened by unknown means, revealing a black figure. He seemed like a shadow, coming in through the crack in the door, and then the door quietly closed.

It didn't make a sound.

At this time, a sound also came from outside the window, an extremely faint footstep landing on the ground.

In the darkness, the two went straight to the bed. They were holding their breath, not inhaling any air.

Dorlay also felt a little surprised that these two hadn't been tricked.

The other party should know what methods he had. Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, thinking that just because they weren't breathing meant he had no way to deal with them.

In a flash, he suddenly lay down, and another bottle appeared in his hand, shattering with a bang.

A foul, pungent odor spread in all directions as if exploding. At the same time, the two directly pounced in front of the bed.

They pounced on empty space. At this time, they suddenly panicked because their bodies suddenly began to itch, and the itching went deep into their bones.

The two even exposed their mission. Without caring about grabbing Dorlay, they hurriedly rushed to the window.

Dorlay was now lying on the ground. With a gentle movement of his mental power, the door and windows all closed. Streams of magic runes lit up on the ground, emitting a faint light. Four red rays of light suddenly appeared, cutting each other in the air.

Puff, puff, puff.

The two were hit by the red light, and the clothes on their bodies were immediately burned, and a black mark was burned out of the skin under the clothes by the intense heat.