The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Everyone's breathing began to quicken.

Dore thought for a moment. He didn't really know what he wanted. Scrolls? Alchemy? He didn't really want any of it. The only thing he wanted was various level seven and eight recipes.

He lowered his head, thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I want various potion recipes. Level seven, eight, and nine are all acceptable. That's my only request."

Hearing this, everyone took a quiet breath, especially Eugene. He felt like he had been rash. This request seemed simple, but it wasn't low at all.

Puyousi, on the other hand, relaxed at this moment, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want anything else, just recipes?"

Dore shrugged and said, "I only need recipes. As for other things, I believe in my own abilities."

Puyousi raised his eyebrows. He thought carefully for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "I can give you some recipes, but I won't give you alchemy recipes. I know you've already done some research in this area, and it's only a matter of time before you figure out alchemy recipes. Is that acceptable?"

Dore's expression immediately became solemn. He pushed the item forward. "It's yours."

The president of the Glory Wizard Alliance controlled the entire wizard formation of Wassenberg. In his eyes, Wassenberg had almost no secrets. Any important figure who secretly sneaked in could not escape his eyes. He probably already saw the transaction with that person.

That's why he knew that he had already obtained the key recipe.

Puyousi wasn't pretentious. He turned to Eugene and said, "You three go out first. Dore and I have a secret."

Eugene curled his lips, turned around and left, while Glait and Ashe stood up, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

The door slowly closed.

Dore was already excited at this time. It was like someone offering a pillow when you're sleepy. His luck was really good.

Puyousi casually raised his hand, and a book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Dore and said, "I heard that you've invented several delicious drinks. Do you still have any on you?"

Dore nodded. "I do."

Puyousi smiled and said, "Take them out. You can freely observe this book until I finish drinking them."

Dore frowned, then became overjoyed. He thought for a moment, carefully considering Puyousi's intentions, and then took out a suitable amount of beverage powder.

He had developed a total of twelve recipes, each of which he used exclusively. They also involved many formulas. People without the formulas could only make a similar taste, so he wasn't afraid of anyone stealing or counterfeiting.

He always had the finished products of the twelve recipes on him, so he sorted them and took out twelve large bags, placing them on the table. Each of these large bags weighed one kilogram and looked very large.

Puyousi's old face twitched slightly when he saw these large bags. How long would it take to drink all of this?

This kid.

Dore slowly said at this time, "One kilogram of water, mixed with one hundred grams of powder. This thing is actually a kind of medicinal material, but I added other things to increase the taste and stimulation to the spirit. This is the inspiration that the research of hallucinogenic potions brought me. This is not a drug, but it just uses the characteristics of drugs."

Puyousi wasn't pretentious either. With a move of his mental power, he immediately fetched a kettle and a cup. He put his hand on the kettle, and the water immediately boiled.

He poured some water into the cup, raised his head, "Which one do you think I should drink first?"

Dore looked at the old man, blinked his eyes, and said, "I think it's more appropriate for you to drink this one first." He pointed to one of the bags, which contained a mild-tasting drink.

As people get older, their bodies naturally decline, and they naturally need to replenish Yang energy. The function of this drink is that.

He was also very proficient in biology.

The old man nodded, then took out a delicate spoon, opened the bag, and, according to the ratio, scooped up the medicinal material with the spoon, poured it into the water, and stirred it evenly.

While stirring, he said, "You can start reading now."

Dore couldn't wait any longer. As soon as the old man gave the order, he immediately took the book in front of him and flipped through it page by page.

At the same time, on the side of Dore's wizard tower's clone, all experiments had been stopped, and he had an empty book and several pens in his hand.

This book was very thick. From the front to the back, the levels of the potions gradually increased. Dore only glanced at it a few times before directly turning to the back and starting to record potions above level five.

Seeing this, Puyousi shook his head while stirring.

"This child has talent, but he is too eager for quick success, just like Eugene. But fortunately, he is still considered hardworking. At the age of twenty-odd, a level four wizard is already considered a very talented young man, not to mention that he also concurrently cultivates potionology and alchemy. This is no longer something that can be described as rare."

He carefully took a sip of the drink. After swallowing it, he felt a warmth spreading from his stomach, expanding to his whole body. His eyes lit up immediately.

This kid has some tricks.

The key is that the taste seems to be good.

He picked it up and took a closer look, saw the recipe of the powder, and thought silently in his heart, this kid is really becoming a spirit.

Among all the children, in terms of means and courage, this kid belongs to the best of the best. He can directly give tens of thousands of profits to others every month in exchange for a considerable network of relationships. This is a real politician. Very good. Just because of this, the old man feels that this child is worth investing in, not to mention that he has also won over a large group of students who are willing to follow him and come to an unfamiliar place to venture. This is really rare.

While drinking water, he suddenly said, "I heard that among your students, there is a level five potion master?"

Dore answered while reading the book, "Yes, recently there has been nothing to do. In addition to teaching, I have been fully training the students. When they reach level five, my pressure will be much less. This is a win-win situation."

Puyousi looked at Dore, who didn't even raise his head, and smiled slowly, "You have this ability, which is the blessing of Wassenberg, and also the fortune of our professionals. When one day in the future, they all reach the level of level five and level six, then the professional level of Wassenberg will also improve to a level. I would rather have more potion masters."

Dore smiled bitterly, "It's not that easy. Potions depend on the control of mental power, and also on the total amount of mental power, and the quality of mental power. Some people's strength can only reach that step, and the potions they make can only reach that level. This is unchangeable. Strength determines everything. Without strength, there will always be a bottleneck."

Puyousi sighed. He didn't see as clearly as a child. He nodded and said, "That's right, it seems that I was naive."

Dore raised his head at this time and looked at President Puyousi and said, "You are thinking for the sake of the vast number of professionals. You are really working hard."

Dore thought of something and asked again, "This time, the southwestern campaign? Are you going to participate too?"