The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Robert looked at the unruly Charles, a slight displeasure in his heart. This child was indeed talented, but his personality was too arrogant. What did he mean by not being a pharmacist without a Level 7 Pharmacist Certificate? Even if Dorai concocted a Level 7 potion without the certificate, so what? People would still be lining up from here to the front gate to buy it.

His expression gradually cooled. He lowered his head, glancing at Charles from above his eyes, "Who gave you the courage to look down on Dorai? Do you know that if you face him head-on, he could crush you with a single finger?"

Charles was stunned by these words. What was Grandfather Robert saying? He was a Level 6 Warrior, so why wouldn't he be able to beat Dorai, a Level 5 Wizard? He was well-equipped and not afraid of a Wizard's mental attacks. If he got close, he could send the other party to meet their maker with a single sword strike.

However, he didn't dare to retort at this moment. If Grandfather Robert told his father, he would be in trouble.

He became somewhat cowardly and immediately said, "Grandfather Robert, you can say whatever you want. Should I go find him now?"

Robert looked at Charles and sighed inwardly. This child was obedient in words but certainly not in his heart. He said faintly, "Do you know why I said that?"

Charles didn't speak. He lowered his head, thinking, 'You can say whatever you want. I won't argue with you.' Although Charles was arrogant, in front of Robert, his identity as the City Lord's son was more important. Nothing else mattered. He shouldn't say nonsense about Level 6 or Level 7, lest he be criticized.

Robert sighed upon seeing Charles's reaction and said, "Then go quickly, but be mindful of your attitude. Bring those little brats with you to get acquainted. Our Rhine family's future high-end potions will all be coming from there."

Charles was taken aback and his expression became more serious. He said, "I understand now. It seems that Dorai does have some ability."

Robert scolded, "Then go! What are you standing there for? After getting the potion, send it to the front lines immediately. Also, meet with Aisha. Dorai might become Aisha's partner in the future."

Charles was stunned.

Aisha choosing Dorai as her partner? This was simply unbelievable. What did Dorai have? But he immediately realized that with his exquisite potion-making skills, he might indeed become a significant figure in the future, but he would only be a pharmacist.

Charles quickly took his leave.

…

Today, Dairuraid was taking a rare break, admiring flowers in the backyard while contemplating some matters. After a while, he turned around and looked towards the garden entrance.

Robert slowly entered from the doorway.

Dairuraid waved at him, and Robert slowly approached.

"How is it? Did Charles go?"

Robert nodded and said, "He went, but with Charles's personality, I'm afraid it won't be easy for him to talk to Dorai."

Dairuraid nodded, "That kid is a bit arrogant. A Level 6 Warrior at thirty years old has enough reason to be proud in the entire Northwest region. It's a pity he's not a Wizard. The number of Wizards in the family is still too small."

Robert nodded, "That girl Aisha is quite good, but after all, she's a daughter."

Dairuraid nodded, "Let's not talk about that. Now that Charles has gone, let Orville go as well and bring back the mental power potion. Shorten the threshold from Level 5 to Level 6 as much as possible. The family needs Level 6 Wizards now."

Robert nodded, "I'll talk to Dennis. Brother, Dorai has already become a force to be reckoned with, but wouldn't it be too early to let them come into contact now?"

The Rhine family placing their bets on an outsider too early might have a certain impact on the situation in Wassonburg, which would not be good.

Dairuraid shook his head, "It's not too early. Dorai has already become a force. Even the Assassin's Guild, the Dark Guild, or those organizations that have conflicts with him don't dare to take action easily now. A Level 6 Wizard Tower, coupled with being a poison master and having the Xuan Corpse Insects, he is already a powerful figure if he goes out now."

Robert was stunned.

To be honest, Dorai's assets were indeed a bit exaggerated. If he were a black wizard, it would be quite frightening.

"Alright, I'll go now. But after we have full contact with him, it might affect the situation in Wassonburg. To prevent some people from being driven to desperation, should we do something?"

Dairuraid shook his head and said, "No need."

…

Dorai declined some invitations and banquets, focusing on concocting potions at home. Although a month had passed, he had no intention of going to the Pharmacist's Guild or even complaining to the Glory Wizard Alliance, prioritizing his own development.

The orders from the Orne and Rhine families had earned him enough money, and he didn't need to contact anyone else.

Seven or eight hundred thousand per hour. Even if he only concocted for ten hours a day, he would earn the money in about a month. Of course, this was after deducting the value of the ingredients themselves. Around the end of the year, the Wizard Tower could almost start construction. Of course, this was an ideal plan under normal circumstances.

Once the Wizard Tower advanced to Level 7, he would have enough capital to expand his territory, lead a group of pharmacists, and establish his own domain. Combined with the advantages of his meditation technique, he could directly establish an elemental territory.

This was Dorai's ultimate goal.

The few little guys he had bought were all practicing elemental meditation techniques and progressing well. In the future, they would be his right-hand men.

He was preparing to create a pure elemental cultivation sanctuary, with himself as the core and the others as assistants.

While Dorai was focusing on concocting potions, the Pharmacist's Guild was getting restless.

The number of Level 5 Warriors and Level 5 Wizards in Wassonburg was the highest in the entire Northwest, and there were only two suppliers, and their shipments were extremely slow. Basically, the Orne, Marcia, Rhine, and Lant families monopolized the market, and very few potions could circulate to the market. This led to Level 5 Wizards and Level 5 Warriors having no potions available to improve their strength. Now that Wizard Dorai had clearly advanced to Level 7, but the Pharmacist's Guild refused to process the paperwork, the Level 5 professionals below had long been in an uproar. Every day, a large number of people idled around the Pharmacist's Guild, ready to curse at any time.

Where had the people of the Pharmacist's Guild seen such a scene? They were used to being high and mighty and had never been cursed at every day. But they didn't dare to retort in this situation because those who were cursing them were all experts above Level 5, the elite of the professional world. These people didn't have good tempers. If they angered them and were blocked on the way home and beaten, it wouldn't be a joke.

Ten days slowly passed, and the Pharmacist's Guild was getting anxious.

In the professional world, the Pharmacist's Guild's reputation was now even said to be rotten.

The several presidents and vice-presidents worried every day about how to reverse this situation, but the only way was to cultivate a few Level 7 pharmacists. But the problem was, Level 7 pharmacists couldn't be cultivated just by saying so.