The Witcher: Elemental Lords

This further narrowed the distance.

He looked in Dolle's direction and issued another command.

Just then, he frowned because the flying disc was getting farther and farther away in one direction. The next moment, he received a telepathic message from the people above.

"Aineke and Finney have been hit again? When did it happen?"

He chased after Dolle closely, glanced at the flying disc in the sky, and his expression immediately became uncertain.

Should he capture Dolle, or go save them?

As he hesitated, he sensed that Dolle in front of him suddenly stopped, withdrew from the Gale Spell, and directly exposed himself to the sky, standing between heaven and earth, coldly gazing at him.

The two were less than three hundred meters apart. In the dim light of the night, he could almost see the fine hairs on the other's face with his enhanced vision.

Tim was shocked. What did the other party mean by this?

Dolle looked at Tim. This was the first time he had turned back to look at his pursuer. This level five water mage had never been seen in Waltz City. He was a hidden expert.

He stared coldly at the other party and immediately sent a telepathic message.

"Lord Baal, don't eat him yet. Capture him first. I have a use for him."

Why did he stop? Because Lord Baal had arrived!

Tim looked at the flying disc flying farther and farther away in the sky, and his expression became even more uncertain.

"Boy, why aren't you running?"

He slowly approached Dolle, trying to capture him in an instant.

Dolle looked at him and smiled faintly, "Because my backer has arrived. Cunning Fire Finch, I'm going to devour all of you. Be good test subjects for me."

Tim was immediately shocked. Just then, he felt someone behind him, and he was immediately terrified.

Baal had naturally arrived nearby. As soon as Dolle finished speaking, he jumped out of the air and grabbed at Tim with one hand.

How could a level five Tim have the reaction speed of a level seven? He was caught directly. The series of defensive measures on his body crackled and popped, all to no avail, and were directly crushed. Then, he was grabbed in Baal's hand.

Tim's face immediately turned ashen.

In the distance, on the flying disc, streams of Profound Corpse Insects flew out of the void. They burrowed into the defensive array on the flying disc, devouring the energy within.

The people inside the flying disc were immediately shocked and released various spells to attack the things outside, but all the spells that landed on the Profound Corpse Insects were completely useless.

Soon, the energy on the defensive array was exhausted, and the Profound Corpse Insects swarmed inside.

Roars and screams immediately came from the distant sky.

Standing in the darkness, Dolle saw that the situation was set and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been chased for almost an hour, and he felt terrible.

After sending a message to have them imprison the man in the Wizard Tower, he continued to fly forward, needing to reach Walsen before dawn.

It was almost dawn now.

…

Auction House.

Dolle used the same face as last time. There was a small disturbance when he came in, but it quickly ended when he met the chief steward he had met at the beginning.

This steward was called Aix, one of the chief stewards. When he saw Dolle, his eyebrows twitched.

After taking him to the same dark room as last time, Aix sat across from him at the table and asked with some doubt, "Wizard Dolle, what brings you here this time?"

Dolle looked at him, curled his lips, and said, "Naturally, I'm here to sell potions. Level six mental strength potions, and some level five potions!"

There were only two people in the room. It was empty and quiet, and Dolle's voice clearly reached Aix's ears.

Aix was a little slow to react. How long had it been since they last met? Had this person already researched level six mental strength potions?

My god, he straightened his posture for the first time and asked with a frown, "Level six mental strength potions, how many bottles are there?"

Level four wizards could use level six mental strength potions to improve their strength. Walsen didn't know how many level four wizards there were, all hoping that there would be more shares available every day. Cultivation was definitely not enough, and now there was another supplier. He believed that the vast majority of people should be very satisfied, even if the quality was flawed, it was still better than nothing.

Dolle didn't say much and directly took out all the potions and placed them on the table.

Seeing the table full of potions, Aix's mind was a little overwhelmed.

He was a little shocked. This production was a little amazing.

No wonder McLaren, Allen, and others had such strong trust in Dolle. This high output was simply like a sow.

He immediately straightened his attitude and said, "Yes, we can arrange it for the monthly auction the day after tomorrow. Do you have any other potions to sell? What are they? We can see if we can put them up for auction together?"

He no longer doubted Dolle's ability.

Dolle calmly took out a piece of paper and said, "The other potions are not worth mentioning. It's just that mental strength potions are more important."

Aix took the list with both hands, glanced at it, and then nodded. Indeed, except for the level six mental strength potions, the others were ordinary level five potions. This quantity was nothing in Walsen, but even if this little guy only knew how to make level six mental strength potions, it was enough for him to gain a foothold in Walsen. These days, what was the most popular? It must be high-level potion masters. As he pondered whether he should win over the young man in front of him, Dolle took out another list, looked at him, and gently placed it in front of him.

"I also have a list here that can't be seen in the light of day. Can you help me sell it?"

He glanced at the other party and took the paper in his hand, his eyes scanning it lightly.

This scan shocked him. What were all these things on it? My god, this was Dragon Snake Venom, Fire Lizard Venom, all kinds of level five poisons, powerful poisons. What was this? This was a spreading poison powder, my god!

He swallowed and involuntarily leaned back, trying to get away from Dolle. He was a little scared. Fortunately, he didn't offend him to death last time. If he had offended him too much, if he threw any one of these things into the auction house, their auction house would be done for. He knew that the other party was taking the opportunity of selling potions to show them his deterrence. This deterrence was full of force.

He tried to calm himself down and made a fair suggestion, "We can help you dispose of these things privately, but what about the price?"

Dolle looked at the other party with a calm gaze, "You can handle it as you see fit. My purpose is to get money." He paused and said in a heavy tone, "I'm very short of money recently."

Aix's mouth twitched. Just these level six potions were worth an unknown amount of money, and you're still short of money? No one would believe that.

Thinking of this, he stood up and said in a steady voice, "We'll take this business. You can see the money when you come next month."

Dolle nodded. He also stood up and said, "That's naturally the best. Also, I'll be moving to Walsen after the New Year. I hope we can cooperate more then."

Aix's eyes lit up, "No problem. I'll be personally responsible for you then."

Dolle breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How was the last matter handled? Where's the compensation I need?"

Aix's mouth twitched.

The compensation was there, and it had been paid a long time ago, but it wasn't here at their auction house, but at Lord Allen's place. The Sikong family had paid a lot of money, and because of this, the Sikong family hated Dolle to death.