The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dorretton's eyes lit up. If he didn't have work in his hands right now, he probably would have jumped up already.

You old codger, eating all the good stuff, finally remembered to leave me some soup.

He nodded, then devoted himself to concocting the Super Vitality Potion.

About two hours later, the outside world was completely dark, only starlight remained in the sky, and the world was completely silent. Dorretton had sixteen bottles of potion in his hand.

Two bottles more than he had imagined.

He prepared to hide these two bottles.

At this time, Baal was next to the disc, teasing the flames of Departing Fire, looking quite happy playing.

After Dorretton finished, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then sent a message.

Angelina was waiting quite anxiously, probably still waiting at this moment, might as well just trade directly.

The message returned in less than two seconds after being sent.

Dorretton thought for a moment, tidied up his clothes, and still used a clone. Before confirming that the other party had no complete malice, his main body could not move.

Walking out of the Wizard Tower, he looked up at the sky, the starry sky outside was dazzling, it was good weather.

Turning into a gust of wind, he headed towards Wizard Tower No. 3.

Arriving at the entrance of the Wizard Tower, Dorretton was surprised to find that there were quite a few people here late at night. He just glanced casually, not seeing anyone familiar, and walked straight inside, quickly disappearing at the entrance.

Seeing Dorretton come in, still using a clone, Allen sighed in admiration, this little guy's vigilance is quite high. Seeing him enter calmly, he knew that this matter was done.

Angelina, who was beside him, no longer had the composure she had before, and her expression was somewhat expectant.

Dorretton smiled faintly, "Fortunately, I have not failed my mission, it has already been concocted, these are the four bottles we talked about before." He took out his hand, and in the palm of his hand were four small medicine bottles.

Angelina's heart was slightly agitated, but she still restrained herself. After calming her emotions, she slowly came to Dorretton's side.

"Thank you this time. How about we put the next transaction a month later?"

She opened her hand, Dorretton handed her the potion bottle, and then nodded slowly, "Okay."

Angelina looked at Dorretton, her gratitude unspoken. She turned her head and looked at Allen, saying, "Thank you this time too, for delaying your cultivation."

Allen was actually gratified in his heart, "Why say so much, we are all old friends of several hundred years. Besides, I have delayed for so long, so I am not in a hurry for this moment."

Angelina nodded and said, "Then I will go back first, we will talk again later."

Allen nodded and said, "Go ahead, come often if you need anything."

…

After Angelina left, Dorretton looked at Allen strangely, making Allen a little embarrassed.

He coughed, as if recalling the past, "You brat, don't look at me like that. Back then, we all came out of the Imperial Capital Magic Academy together. Angelina was considered the most beautiful woman in our class at that time, with a high spirit and strong ability, ranking in the top three. The people chasing her could line up from the gate of the palace to the gate of our academy."

Dorretton thought of Angelina's current appearance and could imagine the scene at that time, "Then were you also one of them at that time?"

Allen snorted, "In terms of talent, I am not bad. In terms of hard work, I am also not bad. It's just that in the end, I don't know how, I was just one step short of that damned Lorenz, and he got there first. It's really a bit of a regret, but that Lorenz guy had bad luck and died early, so Angelina is now single. They have a son and a daughter, and their talents are okay."

Allen sighed long when he thought of this.

Dorretton blinked, not expecting that there were so many stories between the two of them.

Allen snorted again, "After I was injured many years ago, I never contacted this old 'friend' again. Now that my injury is healed, I can try to win her over."

After saying this, his old face was a little red.

Dorretton immediately chuckled.

The lifespan of wizards is very, very long, especially after reaching Level Six, the average lifespan exceeds five hundred years. Excluding war losses, the number of Level Six wizards in existence is actually not small.

Most Level Six wizards are looking for opportunities to advance to Level Seven, so whether it is in the Wizard Alliance or in some other organizations, it is rare to see the figure of a Level Six wizard.

At this stage, their goal is only one, and that is to sprint to Level Seven.

Advancing to Level Seven, in addition to a great increase in strength, there is also a qualitative leap in vitality, and it becomes two different levels from ordinary Level Six. It can be said that these are already two different species.

Lord Baal can come and go freely in Wassenburg, and no magic circle can detect it. As long as he doesn't take action, he is simply invisible here. This is the ability of Level Seven.

Level Seven is already considered the peak state of creatures in this world. As for Level Eight, it is even rarer.

Dorretton is currently Level Four, and he can't consider that far. He just sees that this Lord Allen seems to be having a good time. After his strength recovers, not only has his strength greatly increased, but even his ambitions have greatly increased.

"Then I wish you success and may you get what you want soon. If there is nothing else I can do, then I will take my leave first."

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ is ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

He casually cupped his hands.

Allen saw Dorretton like this and waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead, don't bother me if there is nothing wrong. I need to work hard recently."

Dorretton turned around and left.

Coming in the dark night, going in the dark night, except for the person involved, Allen, no one knew that a Level Six wizard had quietly come and quietly left, making a transaction worth tens of millions with Dorretton here. Transactions of this amount usually only occur among large caravans and large forces.

Quietly making money, don't make a big fuss.

Leaving Tower No. 3 and coming to the back, Dorretton secretly glanced at the three-story small tower under construction, feeling slightly gratified. Under his huge monetary offensive, the scale of the three-story small tower has now risen.

He made it according to the standard octagonal tower structure. The base alone is more than one hundred and fifty meters wide, and the wood used is nearly twice as much as the hexagonal tower used at that time. Of course, spending money is also like running water.

However, Dorretton has an entire Wizard Tower and his own Level Six potion as support, so building a three-story one is barely enough, and he doesn't need anyone to help him concoct magic patterns, just building a framework.

Even so, he has spent nearly two million so far, and his pockets are cleaner than his face.

Moreover, the recent restriction on the sale of potions is even worse, with buying slaves and this and that, he is as poor as a church mouse.

However, the Level Six mental power potion and magic power potion will bring back a lot of money. In addition, his main body and clone take turns concocting, almost without gaps, so he can barely support it.

Seeing this, he felt relieved and quietly returned to the Wizard Tower.

…

Fourth floor conference room.

Dorretton issued a notice in advance, asking everyone to come to the meeting.

This is when it is just dawn.

Morris, Sano and other students, along with some slaves Dorretton bought, Canchelle, Libessa and others, almost without exception, are all here.