The Witcher: Elemental Lords

“The herbs are all packed, leaving four gold coins.” Old Mi was pleased with the successful transaction. He would earn at least two gold coins from this deal. Two gold coins might not be much to a wizard, but for him, two gold coins were still a decent sum.

Dore nodded, wrapped up the items, placed them on his back, and said, "I'll come once a month from now on."

Hearing this, Old Mi felt relieved and became even more enthusiastic, "I'm honored. Your mental strength potion is excellent and very pure. Customers love it."

Dore shook the package and said, "The strength potion is also good, but the agility potion is a bit lacking. If I didn't lack the relevant recipe, I wouldn't need them to provide it."

In fact, Dore had the recipe, but he was trying to hide his abilities.

Old Mi nodded, "Many apprentices only specialize in one type of potion. Learning another is very difficult, but exchanging what you have for what you lack is quite good."

With the transaction completed, Dore left the pharmacy and quickly returned to his room, entering the alchemy lab to prepare a special potion tailored for Ferrer.

He had also bought some of that drug, planning to add some extra ingredients to it.

He steadied himself, his expression thoughtful. Even now, he still remembered Ferrer's attitude when he came—lofty and domineering, with eyes that seemed to look at him as if he were already dead. Dore greatly disliked that look, which had become a nightmare in his sleep.

For a mage, mental clarity is crucial. Ferrer, Carmen, and Dis were like mountains blocking his path, filling him with resentment and anger, hindering his mental strength from improving.

Therefore, they must die.

Audo and his son were already dead. Dore's mental strength had improved once, and he earned two extra copper coins that day. If these three died, Dore's strength should increase significantly. Whether because of the nightmare or to clear his mind, these three scumbags had to die.

Since they treated him like an ant, they shouldn't blame him for treating them the same way.

After spending some time incorporating the poison into the drug, everything was ready. He wasn't flustered at all; instead, he felt very calm.

Time passed, and on the fourth night, Dore changed his appearance to that of a young nobleman and went to the military tavern where Ferrer worked, pretending to drink.

By ten o'clock, Ferrer hadn't arrived. Dore cursed his luck inwardly. He quietly went to the North District and found that this guy wasn't home either?

Where did he go? Dore decided to stake out the area.

The patrol density in the North District was quite high. Dore spent most of his savings to buy an expensive outfit so that he wouldn't be questioned while walking on the street. If he were an ordinary commoner wearing ordinary clothes, he would probably be questioned immediately or arrested and beaten.

He was still somewhat traumatized by the police station.

At night, he hid in a tree outside, motionless, even slowing down his blood circulation.

At ten o'clock at night, the sound of hooves came from afar and soon reached the alley entrance.

Many families actually lived in this alley, and Dore didn't know who was returning.

Soon, he saw a delicate carriage stop at the alley entrance. Two people got out first, then dragged a drunken figure out.

It was hard to see who it was in the dark, but the person was drunk and kept talking nonsense. Dore recognized the voice as Ferrer, the person he was waiting for. Looking at the three, Dore felt neither joy nor sorrow. It seemed he would have no luck tonight.

He didn't move, watching the three come from the alley entrance.

The two walked and laughed, dragging Ferrer along, soon reaching the door of Ferrer's house.

They casually left him at the door, only gently knocking before turning and leaving, seemingly unwilling to stay.

As they walked, they discussed whose daughter was pretty, whose woman had a big butt, and whose daughter-in-law had big breasts, without saying a single serious word, their faces full of lewdness.

Dore watched the two leave, then looked at Ferrer lying at the door, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Soon, the two got into the carriage and quickly disappeared into the alley entrance.

At this time, Ferrer's house was still dark, as if no one had heard the door knock.

Dore's eyes slowly lit up, his heart beating fast, "Could this be the opportunity heaven is giving me?"

Deeply aware of the importance of opportunity, he quietly slipped down from the tree, then crept to the door, pricked up his ears, and waited silently for a few seconds.

There was no movement inside the door.

Dore lowered his head, taking a deep look at Ferrer at his feet. He was lying on the ground, like a pile of mud, his face unclear in the dark.

This leech of the empire.

Dore acted almost without thinking, putting on gloves, turning Ferrer over, then taking out the potion from his pocket, twisting open the bottle, and putting the stopper in his pocket.

With some effort, he pried open Ferrer's mouth, and Dore, expressionless, poured all the potion in. Ferrer took it all, not leaving a drop, and even mumbled, "Another cup."

Dore sneered, his eyes full of pleasure, thinking, "There won't be another cup." He gently laid Ferrer down, then knocked hard on the door and quickly left, standing in the darkness in the distance.

After a moment, a light came on inside, and a beautiful woman in disheveled clothes came out and dragged Ferrer inside. Seeing this, Dore quietly moved away, feeling that one more thing was off his mind, and his spirit was much more active.

Leaving the alley entrance, Dore breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his clothes, then pretended to be nonchalant and slowly left the North District.

Next would be Carmen and Dis. Only these two were left.

…

Dis sat in the director's office, listening to the military's report, his face full of helplessness.

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A squad leader of the city guards died on his own wife's belly. What was there to investigate? Weren't those damn corrupt guards all the same?

“I hope the police station can take over this matter. After all, solving cases is not within the scope of our military. Although Ferrer's death was not very glorious, the police station also needs to investigate.” The military's position itself was higher than the police station's, so the speaker's tone was naturally more assertive.

Ferrer's death was too disgraceful, so the military decided to end Ferrer's sinful life in a more dignified way.

Police Inspector Moreno of the police station nodded and said, "Don't worry, Gray, we will handle this matter beautifully."

Gray shrugged and nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you. Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation."

Gray quickly left.

Only Dis and Police Inspector Moreno were left in the office. Dis stared at Moreno expressionlessly and said, "Inspector, what should we do?"

Hadith curled his lips, "Do as usual."

Dis's face twitched slightly, "I'll go and do it." He slowly got up and walked out of the office.

Doing as usual meant finding a scapegoat and faking a murder! Give Ferrer's family a pension; otherwise, the military would have objections.

The nobles all valued face, especially the military. Corruption was rampant, yet they still needed face. Screw their face.

But what needed to be done still had to be done.

Dis returned to his office and called Carmen over, "The higher-ups have assigned a task. Take care of it." He threw the information to Carmen.

Carmen didn't care much, only glanced at it and knew what was going on, grinning, "Leave it to me."

…

Two days later, Dore disguised himself and quietly came to the entrance of the assassin guild's bar.

Looking at the deep, dark entrance, he felt a little apprehensive, but he still walked in. Although two gold coins were few, even a mosquito leg was still meat. Moreover, he would have to deal with them often in the future. Once his strength increased, taking on a mission for thirty, fifty, or even a hundred gold coins wouldn't be difficult.

Entering the bar, it was still dim inside. Under the dim yellow light, a few people sat scattered around.

He glanced at those people, and they were also looking at him. Then he nonchalantly walked to the front desk.