The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore thought marrying a princess would be simple, just like with Ash, a simple meal with the parents, a display of ability, and that would be it.

He didn't expect things to become so complicated.

Status, position, ability, and wealth were all indispensable, and he had to display them in front of everyone to gain their approval.

Dore was actually a bit baffled. What was this nonsense about gaining everyone's approval? He didn't even know ninety-nine percent of the people in the court. Why did he need their approval? He just wanted to live with Erleya.

But that's how the imperial system was.

After marrying Erleya, Dore would be considered an imperial consort, qualified to stand in court and participate in state affairs. This was the ultimate goal. Countless people would fight tooth and nail for this title, preening like peacocks, showing off in front of everyone.

As for the princess who was getting married, she was actually the least important part of the equation.

This was the pitiful aspect of being an imperial princess. She had no say in who she wanted to be with.

While feeling disgruntled, Dore also felt deeply saddened by the high-level turmoil among the nobles. Erleya leaving with him back then was truly forging her own path. As for whether she really liked him or had no other choice, that was another matter at the time.

He spent two days running between the Zongli Department, the Internal Affairs Department, and the Royal Palace Etiquette Department, finally settling the procedures. Next, the empire would announce it, and then Dore would have to face scrutiny from all walks of life in the empire. No matter who came to him, he had to meet them. No matter which aspect they came from, Dore had to accept it, whether it was a battle of wits or a battle of strength, they would come in waves.

The announcement would last for three days. After three days, the Imperial Zongli Department and the Royal Palace Etiquette Department would compile a list of competitors, and Dore would have to stand outside the Imperial Court Ceremony Hall to accept the challenges of all competitors.

Dore found this to be a headache, after all, he couldn't retreat or run away.

Finally, he asked Daphne, who told Dore, "Just stand there and release the Tower of Turin. Only those who can come up are qualified to challenge you."

Dore's eyes lit up. That's it! An eighth-level wizard tower, who could get up there?

The matter was settled.

On the fifteenth day of the new year, the empire was in an uproar. The news that a princess ranked near the top of the registry was about to marry spread to every corner.

After fermenting for more than ten days, almost everyone knew about it.

However, the candidate for the imperial consort had already been determined. When they learned that it was a guy named Dore, everyone was baffled.

No one in the capital knew this person. No one had ever heard of such a person. The common people simply didn't know. At least in most circles, Dore was a completely unfamiliar name.

Everyone believed that this Dore must be a decoy, chosen to stir up competition among the nobles, a pawn to attract jade. This was definitely a battle between dragons and tigers.

However, in the wizarding circles and the professional circles, this name seemed to be a taboo, and almost no one dared to talk about it.

According to the information obtained from various sources, Dore was equivalent to an eighth-level wizard. What was the concept of eighth-level? Eighth-level was equivalent to the ancestor level of each family. Who would dare to go up there? That would be tantamount to courting death.

Those who could compete with Dore were also the elder-level figures of each family.

What were eighth-level wizards doing? They were desperately studying the rules. Who would care about an imperial princess? The identity of an eighth-level wizard was much more valuable than that of an imperial princess.

Therefore, when the matter broke out and the news gradually spread to the outside world, everyone in the real high-level circles gasped.

A seventh-level expert, whose combat power was almost equivalent to that of an eighth-level, even the beggars on the roadside knew what was going on.

Therefore, when Dore released the Tower of Turin during the court challenge, the officials of the various families in the court could only sigh helplessly.

Erleya had lived with Dore in the north for so long, and the two had long been intimate. In addition, Dore's strong performance in the capital recently meant that even the Alexander family and the Wizard God family were now powerless.

Of course, this was only on the surface. In private, the nobles, the Glory Wizard Alliance, and various guilds were all in turmoil. But no matter how much they stirred things up, no one ultimately came to Dore. It wasn't that they couldn't, but that they didn't dare.

For a time, the capital was in turmoil.

After January 20th, the matter was settled.

In fact, when Dore took out the wizard tower, the matter was basically over, without any suspense.

The empire's dozen or so departments and dozens of nobles all watched the dark, death-filled Tower of Turin with their own eyes, and no one dared to go up.

…

The Alexander Family.

Mills stood at the ancient entrance, and after only waiting for a minute, Toby's burly figure emerged from the doorway.

He looked at Mills and didn't let him in, but stood at the door and closed the door.

The Wizard God Family possessed the power of death and had all sorts of incredible abilities, especially in biological research. He couldn't let him in.

"Lord Mills, is there anything that can't be resolved by sending a message?" Toby thought. This guy must be here for Dore.

Mills looked at Toby and snorted coldly, transmitting his voice, "I'm afraid you wouldn't reply if I sent a message. What does the Alexander Family think about Dore's matter?"

Toby narrowed his eyes, thinking, How would I know what they think? The family hasn't come to a conclusion yet, but the majority probably won't care. After all, a wizard with spatial attainments. Although the Alexander Family can afford to provoke him, the consequences are a bit uncontrollable. This isn't an ordinary wandering wizard, but a grand alchemist, a spatial wizard. Once they really become enemies and reach the point of breaking up, they can certainly do their best to hunt down Dore, but Dore's counterattack would be unbearable for them as well.

"Our family has already prepared not to interfere, each going their own way, each performing their own duties, without interfering with each other."

Mills' expression became a little strange, "Lord Toby's words are a bit of a compromise. That Dore is at most a rogue wizard, why not get rid of him?"

Toby said with a fake smile, "Two great evil gods have descended upon the East Ring Empire, stirring up trouble everywhere. Evil gods have also descended upon the Dark Empire, causing destruction everywhere. Lord Mills isn't thinking about solving this matter, but instead wants to stir up trouble in the Glory Empire. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Mills was immediately hit where it hurt.

The East Ring Empire has no gods sitting in town, relying entirely on several major wizard organizations to suppress it, which is not as good as the Dark Church. Although the Dark Church's rule is chaotic, with the Dark Church there, the Dark Empire will not be chaotic. Currently, the evil gods are about to be suppressed, but the East Ring Empire is somewhat constantly at war.

Mills snorted coldly, "I just wanted to ask you a question, you don't need to prick me." After saying that, he turned and left.

As he left, he slowly said, "The most famous organization in the East Ring Continent, the Voodoo Organization, is already preparing to attack him, to obtain that silicon-based clone. At that time, the struggle between various forces will be a problem. I'm just reminding you, don't stand on the wrong side when the time comes."

Toby was stunned for a moment, and then saw that Mills quickly left this place.