The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore glanced at the person, the head of the Lei family, Carroll, a man with a slightly irritable personality.

Dore looked at him and said, "No hurry, no hurry. Raw materials are limited. After the new year, after the transportation team starts working, I will give priority to supplying the City Lord's Mansion with wood and stone, as well as other things. Even if I approve them for you, you won't be able to build well unless you transport them yourself."

Carroll was stunned. Transporting it himself would be too costly.

Wayne then chimed in, "City Lord Dore, if we join together to build our own transportation team, what can you offer..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dore interrupted him and said, "I'm so busy right now, where would I find the time to manage a transportation team? If you can cut wood and quarry stone yourself, as long as it doesn't involve mineral deposits, I'll approve it."

The eyes of the four men lit up. They had always thought that Dore wanted to monopolize the stone business, but they didn't expect that he didn't have that idea at all.

Regret appeared in the eyes of the four men.

Jefferson looked pale. He picked up his wine glass and said to the three, "I'll drink to that. You guys do as you please."

He drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp, and that stifled feeling eased slightly.

Anderson gave a bitter smile and said, "City Lord Dore, we thought you were going to monopolize the stone business, so we didn't compete with you. We didn't expect you to..."

"Exactly, forget it, I'll drink to that."

*gulp gulp gulp*

The four men drank together, which looked relatively small in scale, but was still quite spectacular.

These were the four most powerful people here, apart from Dore.

Dore was a little confused and said, "I didn't restrict you guys. Do whatever you want to do. If you can't do it, I'll naturally remind you. Now that the city is under construction, a large amount of wood and stone is needed. If you can get it, I'll buy the excess at the market price."

"Don't say anymore, let's drink, let's drink." Wayne now just wanted to punch himself in the head. What a miscalculation.

In the past, those lords who built cities controlled everything in their own hands, trying to earn as much as possible. It seems different here with Dore. He doesn't want to control things, he just wants to develop quickly, so he gives them enough room to maneuver.

The four men looked at each other at this moment, and they all saw the light in each other's eyes.

Dore knew what they were thinking. Since establishing the location of Albis City, he had never deliberately controlled resources, and he hadn't even charged much for the land. Now he just wanted to build the city up to facilitate his future potion business, nothing else.

How much money can you make by selling land and building buildings in the city? Turning this place into a potion mecca is the real money-maker.

Wood is needed. Although the surrounding wilderness now belongs to Dore, he allows logging and reclamation, but it needs to be within the specified area. The stone is a bit troublesome. It needs to be transported from the distant Albis Mountains, or collected from some surrounding plateaus. Roads need to be built. It is easy for some forces with wizards to do these things. Those without wizards can only rely on their own hands to build, which is very slow. In addition, it is winter now, and the progress of the project has slowed down all of a sudden.

Albis City is recruiting ordinary people, workers, and craftsmen, and more and more people are coming as time goes by, and more people will settle here.

Dore only chatted for a while before stopping to speak, holding his wine glass and standing aside, thinking about some other things.

It's the middle of winter now, and it's not suitable for development, so it's okay to leave it for the time being.

When he was free, someone was naturally busy. People around him kept coming up to toast, big and small nobles, and a few small families that Dore valued.

He dealt with them one by one.

Dore didn't make any promises, just chatted casually for a few words, dealt with them, and got to know some people by the way. Soon it was evening.

It gets dark early now. It was completely dark outside before six o'clock. When night fell, Wayne arranged other programs to make the scene look a lot more ambiguous. Many men and women were sitting together at this time, not knowing what kind of program they were going to do.

Dore didn't pay too much attention to it and was still thinking about some problems.

At this time, a familiar voice came, "City Lord Dore, would you do me the honor of having a word?"

Dore woke up from his thoughts, turned his head and glanced at the person, and immediately felt a headache, but his expression still smiled and said, "It's rare for Lord Akso to visit our Albis City. Where are you staying?"

He sized up Akso. The old woman from Hubei Regiment dressed herself very beautifully, wearing a decent evening dress, standing there with her slender figure, making many people drool. Dore saw her moving with light steps, walking over gently, and said, "I am a loner now. It's okay to stay anywhere. Why, are you going to invite me to your Babel Tower?"

The corners of Dore's mouth twitched slightly as he smiled. Just kidding, letting you go is terrible.

He shook his head and said, "Babel Tower is in the mountains, and there is no need for anyone there. Look, don't I live in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Akso looked at Dore up and down with disgust, "You are just a clone. It's okay to throw it in the garbage dump. It doesn't matter where you sleep. Where is your real body? Call it over and let me see if it has grown handsome."

This female hooligan.

Dore was speechless. He looked at her and didn't like talking to her anymore.

"What do you want to do? Just say it. I have a lot of things to do here and I'm about to leave."

Akso leaned closer to Dore, her eyes sparkling, "I just want someone to take me in now. I have nowhere to go."

"You are a level seven expert, and no one will take you in. Someone has to believe it if you say it. You can build a force yourself!"

"I don't want to worry about that. Two hundred years have passed. Look at me. My strength has not improved at all, just because I worry too much. Now I just want to improve my strength."

The two had already started transmitting sound at this time, while the people outside saw that the two were flirting.

In the distance, Carroll nudged Wayne's arm. When he turned his head, he pursed his lips and looked in Dore's direction and said, "Wayne, your Aisi has an opponent."

Wayne looked at the woman, then looked at Dore. The two were indeed talking, but there was no sound. This woman came by herself, not at their invitation. They thought it was that socialite, but now it seems that it is not the case. Just knowing Dore is enough to make people nervous.

The people Dore knows are not ordinary people.

As for Aisi's opponent?

Wayne looked at the other party and smiled faintly, "Carroll, how are your lovers?"

Carroll's old face turned red, "What are you talking about? We're talking about Dore now. Why are you dragging me into this?"

Wayne smiled and said, "I'm not worried about how many girlfriends Dore has. No one in our family cares about their affairs, not even Westerlin. When our Aisi is promoted to level six, the two will officially get married as the main wife. As for whether there are concubines, I don't know. That's Aisi's worry."

Carroll tutted and stopped talking.

Having strength and money means you can do whatever you want, unless the woman is relatively strong. Otherwise, it is normal for men to have three or five marriages in this world, just like him. He has two concubines and a few lovers outside, but he doesn't dare to let the tigresses in his family know.