The Witcher: Elemental Lords

How come Allen's disciple is here? Is something the matter? He could have just sent a message.

Dore paused his experiment, walked out, and opened the door.

The man bowed to Dore and said, "My teacher asked me to inform you that the investigation team is here. The Third Prince is among them and will likely come to find you. Also, he asked me to bring back a box of potions, specifically the mana affinity potion."

The seventh-level mana affinity potion was something Dore had just created and hadn't been revealed to anyone yet, except for Allen.

Dore nodded and said, "Thank you, Ava."

Ava smiled faintly. "You're welcome. It's my honor to be of assistance to Potion Master Dore."

Dore nodded, then turned around. A box flew over from a distant table and landed in his hand.

He handed the box to Ava.

Ava reached out and took it, filled with emotion. It had only been a short time since Wizard Dore arrived, yet he had advanced from a fifth-level potion maker to a seventh-level grandmaster. It was almost like cheating. He used to be a small wizard who could be manipulated by anyone, but now, in the blink of an eye, he had become a big shot who could influence the overall situation.

"Then I won't disturb your experiment." Through the crack in the door, he saw Dore's table filled with various reagents, bottles, and jars. The experimental platform and magic arrays were still activated, indicating he was still experimenting. Stopping now would mean losing a lot of gold coins.

"What a sin." He bowed slightly and turned to leave.

Dore returned to the experimental platform and frowned as he looked at the various instruments and experimental data on the table.

Just from those few words, the medicinal properties of twelve herbs had degraded and needed to be re-extracted. This would cost nearly two to three thousand gold coins.

However, he wasn't too angry. Instead, he discarded the twelve potions and started over.

Soon, as expected, the potion failed again.

He recorded the experimental data and started refining again.

As for the Third Prince's matter, he kept it in mind but didn't dwell on it. His current task was to figure out the alchemical formulas for various potions. In addition, he was using a clone in another laboratory to work on the formulas for some poisons. He knew that what maintained his power was never what could be sold for money, but the power to deter. Currently, the only things that could deter were the Wizard Tower and various poisons.

Among potion makers, the number of poisons that a seventh-level potion maker could refine was actually very small. They were mostly poisons that they had researched themselves, with no formulas available. Moreover, most poison masters wouldn't give the formulas to others; they were meant to be taken to the grave.

Dore had many poison formulas in his possession, as well as many poisonous herbs, and he also had the ability to research them.

However, his research direction was large-scale, indiscriminate poisons, rather than focused breakthrough types. He didn't need to poison anyone in particular, but rather to cause large-scale casualties. The forces he was offending now were all major powers, so he had to be prepared.

The Old Poison Fiend had asked him to refine one before, and he had long since memorized it. That kind of poison was too vicious, and he only prepared ten portions to keep on himself. However, he planned to use the characteristics of this poison to refine other poisons.

But Dore later realized that poison was poison, created for the purpose of killing people. There was no such thing as vicious or not vicious.

Dissemination and lethality were his goals in researching poisons.

However, he didn't plan to publicly research the poisons he created, but only for his own use. Whoever confronted him in the future would have to have the courage to accept his backlash.

...

The Glory Wizard Alliance quickly issued an order that no idlers were allowed to stay near the Wizard Tower complex, except for those who had business or official dealings. Then, they issued another order that the investigation team would conduct relevant investigations on all industries within the Glory Wizard Alliance, and all wizards and official forces were to fully cooperate with the investigation.

The scope of official organizations was very broad, including major guilds, several academies, and more prominent officially authorized organizations, such as the Natural Force within the Potion Makers' Organization.

The Glory Wizard Alliance didn't even bother to hold a meeting to notify everyone, but simply issued this announcement.

Wassenburg was located in the northwest, and most of the area was occupied by magical beasts. The conditions were actually very poor. It was already quite good that the Glory Wizard Alliance had managed to develop it into what it was today.

This time, their arrival was just for show, and then to transfer Puyes back to the imperial capital.

Wassenburg was instantly in an uproar.

Soon, the official announcement of the list of people who were coming, as well as their appearance and characteristics, was made. All organizations and forces were required to receive them, and so on.

The forces in Wassenburg were actually divided into two parts: the official and the noble. There were very few civilian forces. The main focus of the investigation was on these two.

The official forces, needless to say, were already eating from this bowl of rice. As for the nobles, they were now in a dilemma.

If Puyes was allowed to leave, then Allen would inevitably take over. Allen's relationship with Dore was known to all. As long as he took office, anyone who wanted to target Dore in the future would definitely be called out by the Glory Wizard Alliance. But if Puyes wasn't allowed to leave, then they would inevitably be attacked by the Glory Wizard Alliance, and it would definitely be merciless.

Apart from the Rhein family, the other nobles were now urgently discussing countermeasures. The Marcia family and the Langte family were even communicating privately, wondering what to do about this matter.

On the surface, this matter was an internal affair of the Glory Wizard Alliance itself, but within the Glory Empire, almost 100% of the warriors were members of the Glory Alliance. The internal affairs of the Glory Wizard Alliance were also the affairs of all wizards and all nobles.

Inside the Wizard Tower complex, Dark stood anxiously at the door of his teacher's wizard tower, looking at Tower No. 3, and then at Dore's Chris Wizard Tower, feeling very uncomfortable. The Sikon family's power was at most in the middle rank. After the Southwest Highlands battle, they barely managed to improve the family's status a little. Now it seemed that they wouldn't be happy for long, and they were about to face another variable.

That Dore was not someone to be trifled with, everyone knew, but the other party had never bothered them, which also made Dark slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

This matter still depended on the Langte family and the Marcia family!

The variable of the Glory Wizard Alliance was both the balance between the high-level forces of Wassenburg and their game. Like them, ordinary nobles were just knives in people's hands.

For example, he now had a mission to closely monitor Dore's movements and pay attention to any information from the Babel Tower.

Dore had always been very low-key, so low-key that people seemed to not feel that this was the leader of a faction. Although he indeed did not establish a faction, this was only an appearance. Those potion makers in the Chris Wizard Tower had long regarded themselves as a faction. Every day, from morning to night, the entrance was bustling with traffic. The Chris Wizard Tower had long surpassed the Natural Force and become the second largest potion organization under the Potion Makers' Guild.

Except for the people from the Langte and Marcia families, almost all of the high-level mercenaries and high-level adventurers had to buy potions here. The quality was good, and the price was affordable. Unless the other party was a fool, they would not choose here.