The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore was a little confused. Who was this Steward Donau? When had he offended this person, to be targeted with such underhanded methods?

He thought for a moment and asked, "How many stewards are there here in total?"

"Three head stewards and twenty junior stewards."

"Is this kind of thing common?"

"Not really."

Dore asked questions for a while, finishing the interrogation.

He didn't know how long had passed, but the steward came in from outside, carrying a bag that wasn't light.

As soon as he came in, he saw two men in black standing in the middle of the room, motionless, still in the posture of hitting someone with a stick, while Dore stood aside calmly, seemingly interrogating the two.

The steward understood immediately and was instantly dumbfounded! Someone had leaked the news after all. But, could this deal with a Rank 4 wizard? Especially a biological wizard?

His face gloomy, he strode in and whispered, "Wizard Dore, have you finished interrogating them? Who made the move?"

Dore glanced at the bag in the steward's hand and beckoned with his finger.

The steward handed the bag over. Dore took it and checked it with his mental power. The quantity was sufficient, meeting his expectations.

Putting the bag away, Dore didn't look at the steward and said emotionlessly, "Ask them yourself. I've drugged these two. They're temporarily unconscious. When I come next time, I hope to see their heads."

After speaking, he turned around and left the room with light steps, looking as if nothing had happened.

However, after Dore took a few steps, his figure gradually blurred. A gust of wind blew past, and his figure disappeared at the door. Wind Walk.

Seeing this, the steward was shocked. One of the most difficult wizard spells to learn at Rank 4. This was too powerful. No wonder he was so fearless.

He turned his head, refocusing his gaze on the two men, his heart gradually sinking. The auction house had lost a lot of face this time.

Walking out of the auction house, Dore's heart felt heavy.

The price that Rank 5 potions could fetch was limited. Several hundred bottles of potions only sold for one million gold coins worth of magic crystals. If he were to buy formulas with that, it would probably just be enough to buy the magic power potion and mental power potion formulas.

But he only needed these two kinds right now. He urgently needed to improve his level. As for selling them to others, that was another matter.

The magic power fluctuations produced by Wind Walk were very small. Under his precise control, he was like a wisp of air, walking through the streets.

Now that his whereabouts had been exposed, he didn't plan to stay here any longer and wanted to quickly finish his business.

Before long, he arrived at the entrance of the Alchemist Guild, revealed himself, and stepped inside.

The entrance of the Alchemist Guild was even more lively than the entrance of the auction house. All kinds of people could be seen on the first floor: adventurers, mercenaries, nobles, young masters, all kinds of warriors, hunters, assassins, all kinds of attire were present, with a dense crowd and a hubbub of voices.

The first floor of the Alchemist Guild was the largest potion sales center in Warsenburg. Here, Rank 1 to Rank 3 potions were available in abundance. After Rank 4, potions became scarce.

As soon as Dore walked in, McLaren walked out from inside. Seeing Dore, he waved his hand, and the two of them discreetly walked up the stairs.

After arriving at the seventh floor, McLaren opened a door, and an old man was already waiting.

Dore glanced at the old man, and his heart suddenly tightened.

The old man was not very old, only in his fifties, but in the wizarding profession, a physical age of fifty was already very old. His real age might be two or three hundred years old. His mental power was very stable, emitting an aura like a mountain.

Seeing the old man was like seeing a towering mountain.

Dore understood in his heart that this was probably a Rank 5 or Rank 6 wizard.

He walked in and gave the old man a slight bow.

McLaren smiled at this time and introduced Dore, "This is the Vice President of our Alchemist Guild, Master Ado, who is in charge of potion formulas. Master Ado, this is Dore, the creator of that potion."

The old man glanced at Dore, somewhat surprised. It was hard to imagine that the rumors were true. He was really so young, not just superficially young, but truly young.

Dore bowed slightly at this time and said, "Greetings, Master Ado. I have come here to purchase mental power potions and magic power potions."

The old man looked at Dore and pondered for a moment, "Now that you are a registered Rank 5 alchemist, your qualifications to purchase potions do not need to be reviewed, they are sufficient. May I ask, where did that potion come from?"

Dore looked at the old man, without blinking, and said, "I obtained it from a wounded Rank 7 expert."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Does he admit that he is from this world?"

Dore blinked. This old man was clever. He immediately thought that the potion might not be from this world.

"He is from the outside world."

Ado sighed and then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "I guessed that it was not a potion from this world. There are also several potions in this world with the same functions, but all of them come at a high price and are extremely difficult to make. Even a Rank 7 alchemist may not be able to refine them. You, a Rank 5 alchemist, can refine them, so I guessed that it was not a product of this world."

He paused for a moment and said solemnly, "I now ask you on behalf of the Alchemist Guild, can you sell us the formula for this potion?"

Dore shook his head and said, "I promised that expert that only I can refine it."

Ado nodded regretfully and said, "Since that's the case, then I won't say more. The two potions cost a total of 500,000 gold coins."

Dore was stunned for a moment, it was more than 200,000 gold coins cheaper than he had imagined. He thought for a moment and said, "Master, what about the strength potion?"

Ado nodded and said, "Adding it, it's a total of 750,000."

Dore breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then add the strength potion too." He handed over the black bag he had just obtained again. Of course, the remaining 250,000 gold coins had already been set aside.

This was the last bit of money he had on him.

He swallowed.

The old man saw Dore's movements and smiled faintly, "With your ability, making money is not easy. Selling a bottle of that potion can easily make back the cost."

Dore nodded shyly.

He had probably guessed the old man's temperament. This was a true alchemist master, focused only on potions and too lazy to care about other things.

"I put three bottles of potions in the auction house. I guess they will be used as the finale products at the end of the year. In addition to wizards, warriors also need them. This medicine can fundamentally activate a person's potential and fundamentally repair a person's damage, so all professions can use it. Rank 6 warriors should be able to save up enough money to buy it."

The old man nodded and sighed, "In comparison, the potions in this world are much more expensive, and they are all above Rank 7. This kind of potion is rare. I hope you can make good use of it."

Dore nodded, relieved. This time, things went smoothly. The foundation he had laid before was all used. He would have to meet Allen later to connect with him.

He came quietly this time, without alarming anyone else. Otherwise, there would probably be many people who would want to take advantage of him at this moment.

But now that the news had spread, he would have to use the magic tower's teleportation array to run away later.

Being able to refine potions that treat Rank 6 and Rank 7 injuries without reaching Rank 7 alchemist was inevitable that someone would go crazy. The most direct would be various alchemists and various underground forces, who would come to him frantically.

Magic Tower No. 4.

Allen stood at the door, looking at Dore who was coming in, with a faint smile on his face.