The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore smiled faintly. He reached out and touched Aiche's face, gently caressing it. "I'm telling the truth. Since you advanced to level five, you've become more cheerful, your expression is relaxed, and naturally, you look a bit better."

Aiche's face flushed red, and she slapped away Dore's wandering hand, saying, "What's the use of being pretty? There are plenty of people prettier than me. In this world, strength is the foundation."

Aiche's desire for strength was far greater than Dore's, but after living in Dore's wizard tower and seeing her cultivation speed increase, she wasn't as eager anymore.

Dore chuckled and didn't say anything. He turned around, preparing to continue concocting potions.

Seeing Dore like this, Aiche pursed her lips. "Let me tell you about my elder brother, Charles. He's currently in the Steel Reclamation Legion and is already a vice-general. Thirty years old, a level six warrior, pretty talented, right?"

Dore stopped in his tracks and turned around, somewhat surprised. "That's impressive. Most adventure team members in their forties and fifties are only at level five."

Aiche nodded. She slowly walked behind Dore, saying, "A genius is a genius, but they also have the flaws of a genius, which is arrogance. When he arrives later, my father's intention is that if he says something he shouldn't, suppress him for a few days to teach him a lesson."

Westlin is a legion commander, managing the entire legion, but he can't do anything about his nephew. So, this time when Charles returns, Westlin gave Aiche a task: to properly knock some sense into this elder brother.

Dore's lips twitched. "What if he doesn't provoke me?"

Aiche said, "Then there's nothing we can do."

Dore nodded. "Alright, we'll see what happens later. Who is Orville? I don't remember you mentioning him."

Aiche said, "Orville is my third uncle's son, a magical genius. Although he's at level five like us, he's close to reaching level six. My third uncle is in charge of business, with a wealthy family, and has purchased a lot of Mystic Ice for him to use. As for his personality, you could say he's a bit withdrawn and doesn't like to communicate with people."

Dore raised an eyebrow. They really each have their own unique characteristics. So, he nodded, saying, "Then I understand. Let's wait for them to arrive."

The O'Neill family's trade volume with him is enormous. Recently, a steady stream of medicinal herbs has been gathering in Wassonburg from all over, stored in the Babel Tower's warehouse. Just the herbs themselves are enough for several thousand portions. When refined into finished potions, the impact on the market will definitely be huge. But Dore doesn't want to refine them all at once. He's just stockpiling herbs because they're useful now and will be in the future.

These herbs would actually be best stored in Chris's wizard tower, which has more complete preservation facilities and magic arrays designed for alchemy and potions. But there are too many people in Chris's tower, and Dore doesn't want anyone intercepting them.

After thinking for a moment, he sent out a message.

Soon, Gideon, Tawa, Kancher, and Libesa came up from downstairs.

Gideon and Rosa were the stewards of Chris's wizard tower, responsible for coordinating matters in the entire tower. They've been doing well recently and have the air of stewards. His bodyguard, Tawa, has gained some weight recently.

Standing in front of Dore, the two became somewhat restrained.

Kancher and Libesa, who followed Dore the earliest, were very relaxed at this time.

The four of them walked in from outside and came to the hall.

"Greetings, Master," the four said together, bowing.

Dore looked at the four and nodded. He glanced at the three of them and was very satisfied with their meditation progress.

"It seems you haven't slacked off. Your cultivation is quite good. I'm very satisfied."

As the first batch of people to follow Dore, Libesa and the others had long figured out Dore's temperament. At this time, she said with a smile, "Master, did you call us over for something?"

The Babel Tower is very large, much larger than Chris's wizard tower. There are almost no facilities inside, and it looks empty. Could it be that he called them over to furnish it?

Dore nodded, saying, "Someone will be visiting later. Tawa and Gideon stand next to us, and Libesa and Kancher will serve. That's all."

Hearing this, the four were somewhat surprised. Master Dore has been back from outside for so long, but he has never called them over to be waiters, not even when Master Allen came. Could it be that the visitors are distinguished guests?

But this wasn't the time for them to think. So, they nodded together.

Dore went down to the eleventh floor and sat in the living room with Aiche to wait.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door downstairs. Dore controlled the wizard array to open the door.

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Charles raised his head, looking arrogantly at the wizard tower, then suddenly shrank his head back, feeling a sense of awe for no reason.

Building such a wizard tower successfully with one's own strength is an extremely exaggerated feat among wizards. You have to know that this wizard tower costs hundreds of millions of gold coins. Even large families need decades of accumulation to build such a large-scale wizard tower.

The other party didn't come down to greet him. Although Charles was a little angry, he also knew why. In this wizard tower, the other party was a god. As long as it wasn't a level seven, they could suppress anyone with a flip of their hand. What if he, Charles, was a level six warrior? He couldn't beat a wizard with an octagonal level six wizard tower. Even ten of him would be killed by wizardry in minutes.

He looked at Orville next to him and didn't go in directly. Instead, he slowly said, "Orville, what do you think of this wizard tower?"

Orville looked at Charles, his expression equally solemn. "This is my first time here. An independent octagonal wizard tower. To be honest, I'm a little envious. If it were in my hands, I could definitely maximize its effectiveness."

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Behind Charles, a woman chuckled. "Come on, big brother Orville. Maximizing its effectiveness in your hands? Can you compare to its creator? Alright, sister Aiche is already waiting."

Orville was a little annoyed and immediately scolded, "Emily, don't be rude."

Emily snorted and wasn't afraid of him.

"Big brother, stop playing around. Serious matters are important. If you have the ability, build one yourself. I'm afraid you can't even build three floors."

Emily ruthlessly exposed him.

Orville's expression became somewhat awkward.

Not to mention a level six wizard tower, he didn't have the money to build even a level one. His money was all used for cultivation.

Emily was Orville's younger sister, so Orville didn't get angry at all when his own sister exposed him.

On the other hand, the others behind him were just smiling at this time and didn't say anything.

Orville was a genius from the previous generation's Ten Young Talents. His talent and ability were both excellent. He had always been the leader of the Rhine family. Except for his sister, almost no one around him dared to disobey him.

Emily's talent wasn't bad either, only slightly lower than Orville's. So, the two siblings had always been competing. However, Emily was, after all, a daughter, and she suffered a little in terms of resources, which is why she liked to argue with Orville.

ps: Today I went out on a motorcycle to play with everyone, and I just got home now. I almost died in the towering Qinling Mountains.