The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Glatte and Glace were brothers. Glatte had a stronger wizarding talent and was a true wizarding genius, while Glace had no wizarding talent at all. On the contrary, his warrior talent was very strong. He was two years younger than Glatte, but he was already a level four warrior and was being cultivated as the future of the family.

The middle-aged man mentioned Glace, and the steward was immediately shocked, but he didn't say anything. This patriarch was a man of his word. If he dared to talk back, he would probably get two slaps in the face.

He immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, I will go and inform Young Master Glace."

In the backyard, in such cold weather, a young man was only wearing a pair of loose pants, his upper body bare, and a giant sword in his hand, which he swung with great force.

With his every move, wisps of white smoke rose from his body and dissipated into the surrounding world.

The air within a dozen meters around him made a whirring sound with his movements, and his aura was majestic.

I don't know how long it had passed, but the young man finished his sword dance.

He turned his head and glanced around, discovering that the steward from his father's side was actually here, so he waved his hand.

The maid quickly walked up and brought over a towel and clothes.

The young man wiped his body, washed his face in the water tank next to him, tidied himself up, and then slowly came to the steward's side.

"Steward Yatu, is there anything you need from me?"

Yatu smiled faintly, "Of course there is. The patriarch wants you to contact the newly arrived Dorre Wizard Tower, preferably to establish a cooperative relationship."

The young man was naturally Glace.

Glace frowned. He didn't want to be too involved in family affairs. Nothing was more important than practicing martial arts.

He thought for a while and said, "Has something happened? Isn't Dore always being contacted by my brother?" He suddenly thought that his brother seemed to have gone to the ruins, and his steward should be in charge now.

Yatu said expressionlessly, "Cyrus was injured."

Glace's eyes revealed a sharp look. Cyrus was a member of the family, and even more so, a member of his mother's people. He had watched the two brothers grow up since they were young. Who had the guts to dare to hit Uncle Cyrus? He was really tired of living.

He was immediately furious, "Who did it?"

Yatu shook his head and said, "It's not clear who did it yet, but it should be related to the other major families, so the adults asked you to contact them. If I'm not mistaken, you can show off your skills."

Glace's heart sank, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes. He nodded heavily and said, "I understand. Go tell my father that I will handle this matter."

Glace's strength was not worth mentioning in the family, but he was ranked at the top among the younger generation. Once Glace took action, the other families could only send out corresponding young people. Glace was not afraid of anyone among the young people.

The steward quickly left, leaving only Glace in the courtyard.

...

Dorre didn't know that the Wassenburg family had secretly begun to try to win him over. Regarding the medicinal materials, he already had a plan.

Since he couldn't find the chambers of commerce controlled by the major families or the individual merchants, he could only find foreign chambers of commerce, similar to the branch of the Rose Chamber of Commerce, and it had to be a branch that managed medicinal materials.

These days, they hadn't been doing nothing. Everyone had been sent out to find out the general power of the Wassenburg family.

Everyone knew that they would definitely be targeted when they came, so they were not in a hurry. Anyway, on days when they weren't refining medicine, they could still cultivate. The magic elements in the wizard tower were abundant, which was just right for improving their strength.

Dorre occasionally circulated his notes for everyone to study, so it wasn't like they had nothing to do.

He planned to establish a Dorre faction and become the leader of the faction. This would help to unite everyone's hearts and facilitate foreign trade. Business is business.

On this day, the sky outside became gloomy. In less than half a day, it began to snow.

These days, Dorre had refined the last batch of mental power potions and was preparing to go to the auction house.

He came out of the wizard tower and walked out of the tower cluster.

The snow began to fall from the sky. There were not many people around the tower cluster, but everyone was very happy.

In the crowd, a tall young man, completely shrouded in a cloak, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and a huge sword standing on the ground beneath his hands, was staring at him intently.

Dorre naturally noticed this person. After a glance, he was amused. This guy looked similar to Glatte. Glatte had a gentle and refined face, while this guy had a serious face. Plus, his huge body made it clear that the two were walking different paths. This guy should be Glace, Glatte's younger brother.

Seeing Dorre leave the tower cluster, the young man strode over directly.

Warriors were not allowed to enter the wizard tower cluster without permission, unless they were slaves, servants, or followers belonging to the wizard. Glace was not considered a wizard, so he was not allowed to enter. He could only wait for Dorre to come out.

Coming to Dorre's side, he stood still. Glace looked the other up and down, then gave a slight salute and said quite绅士ly, "Greetings, Wizard Dorre. May I have a word?"

Dorre looked at him, returned a slight salute, and said calmly, "Sure, let's go to the auction house. I have something to do there."

Glace nodded, not caring.

The two started walking in the snow.

At the same time, many people staring around the wizard tower started to move. Glace's contact with Dorre was not good news for the other families.

They could injure Cyrus, but they couldn't take rough measures against Glace.

As Dorre walked, he observed his surroundings and immediately understood.

As Glace walked, he said, "A few days ago, Uncle Cyrus, who delivered the medicine, was injured, so the family sent me to take over the negotiations. Before my brother returns, I will be responsible for everything. What medicinal materials do you need? Give me a list, and we will trade at 10% above the market price."

Dorre frowned. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes, "Is this your idea, or your family's idea?"

Glace smiled faintly, his eyes looking down on others, "In the entire Wassenburg, we are the only ones who are willing to provide you with medicinal materials. Why not increase it by 10%."

Dorre raised his eyebrows, not getting angry because of it. He continued to ask, "What else?"

Glace didn't expect Dorre to have this attitude. He thought for a while and tentatively said, "The Dorre Wizard Tower must provide our family with a sufficient amount of Strength Potions and Agility Potions, and the market price must be lower than 80%."

Dorre turned his head and looked at Glace expressionlessly, "If your brother had come today, I might have bargained for his sake, but since it's you, get out of here. Disappear from my sight, or you'll make me angry."

Dorre was indeed a little angry. What did the Oen family take him for? A fat sheep that could be plundered for profits at any time?

Glatte's face sank, "Business is business. Isn't your attitude a bit too arrogant? Let me get out? Do you have the ability to do so?"

Dorre suddenly stopped.