The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Experiments inevitably involve failures, like that wizard just now. Therefore, Dole needs to take all precautions, as the power of a rule-level explosion is quite terrifying.

Dole has long understood the rules of the lightning element. Worlds differ, and this world might have other lightning rules that Dole isn't familiar with. The silicon-based clone's abilities can't be fully utilized in this world, forcing him to explore like other wizards, which is an unpleasant feeling.

He doesn't know when he can project the silicon-based clone's power into this world. The super-giant teleportation array can currently only transmit stone slabs; teleporting something weighing several hundred kilograms is simply unrealistic.

Time passed quickly. About three days later, most seventh-level alchemists in the professional association knew that a new seventh-level alchemist had purchased Lightning Rune Crystals and Lightning Demon Potions, preparing to advance to become an eighth-level alchemist.

This news quickly spread, and even many nobles began to pay attention to this eighth-level wizard, secretly inquiring about his background. After all, a wizard who might become an eighth-level alchemist is extremely valuable.

Lightning Demon Potion is an eighth-level potion worth hundreds of millions. It can fundamentally improve a person's physique and allow one to comprehend the rules of lightning to some extent, which is incredibly tempting for sixth and seventh-level wizards.

Of course, these people were only inquiring and didn't take any concrete action. Every year, countless seventh-level alchemists attempt to advance to eighth-level and fail, wasting countless money and resources.

Only after he successfully refines the potion will he receive everyone's attention. If he fails, they will only observe.

Just as Dole was immersed in research, not yet officially starting the refining process, a telepathic message interrupted his thoughts.

"Emergency recall! Special order: Wizard Dole, report to the alchemist conference room immediately."

Hearing this message, Dole frowned. What's the trouble now?

Participating in an organization has its advantages, but it also has its disadvantages. One is always subject to constraints when facing enemies.

Thinking of this, he put down his experiment and thought, 'The matter of the clone must be prioritized. I'll go back to the auction house to see if there are any of the Ten Unique Insects for sale, or just teleport one over directly.'

He walked out of the room and came outside, discovering that two other people were also walking out of their laboratories. One of them was the person who bought the Water of Life last time, and his face looked rather unwell. It was unclear whether it was from doing experiments or something else.

When the other party saw Dole coming out, he immediately walked over, and the two walked out side by side.

"Have you heard? We may be gathered together to mass-produce a seventh-level potion?"

Dole frowned as he walked, "Tulu, mass-produce a seventh-level potion? What does that mean? What kind of potion is it?"

Tulu sighed, "The Wizard Association of Innocuous City recently discovered a secret realm on a mountain, a sub-dimensional world attached to the Great World. It's a poison-type world that produces many high-level crystals and poison-type materials. The expeditionary force has already been deployed, but the high-level antidotes can't keep up, so they're drawing us over. Damn it, my experiment is only halfway done."

Dole's expression also turned unpleasant. "I see. That certainly wastes time."

Tulu glanced around. By now, more and more wizards were coming out, including a few others he recognized. So he said, "I took a look; they're all alchemists without any backing. Not a single one with any influence. This is going to be a tough job."

Dole's expression worsened upon hearing this.

Forced conscription even has this aspect to it. He followed the crowd forward, wanting to see what was going on.

Being conscripted is being conscripted; he didn't have any better options.

He thought for a moment and asked Tulu, "Do any of us here have insects or something that can be used as a clone?"

Tulu turned to look at Dole and chuckled. "What are you thinking? Insects that can be used as clones are very precious and particularly difficult to raise. You can buy them, but I'm afraid you won't be able to keep them alive."

Dole's spirits lifted. "Where can I buy them?"

"Auction houses, black markets."

Soon, they arrived at the conference room.

At a glance, only six seventh-level alchemists had been drawn. He and Tulu, another familiar one named Witch Anshina, and three others he didn't recognize well.

Only the six of them. Dole's heart sank.

After the six took their seats, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression entered the conference room and sat at the head of the table, glancing at the six of them.

"I am Ansair, the person in charge of this matter. I won't say much else. This time, you six have been drawn to participate in refining a seventh-level antidote. The antidote was personally modified by a ninth-level alchemist based on the toxicity, so it can be said to be a completely new formula. Although it's only seventh-level, it's enough for you to learn a lot."

"The conscription time depends on the situation, but it will not exceed one month at most, and will not be less than half a month at the shortest."

"In addition, many aristocratic families and nobles will also participate in the attack on the secret realm. In addition to the potions handed over to the empire, you can also sell the potions to them, which is considered a benefit of this mission. After the mission ends, the empire will issue a certain amount of honor points, and each person will receive a seventh-level potion formula."

Hearing this, the expressions of the six people improved, but they remained silent.

Ansair also knew that things had been done somewhat unfairly, so he added, "All materials will be provided by the empire, and each person's medicinal materials are fixed. If you want to refine more, you need to purchase additional medicinal materials. The refining location is not here. An eighth-level wizard tower will be opened outside the secret realm, and everyone will refine there. In addition to you, the two major temples and some folk alchemists will also be refining, so how much money you can earn depends on yourselves."

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Almost no one asked questions, because it was useless to ask.

At this time, Dole suddenly spoke, "Since the number of medicinal materials provided by the association is fixed, is the number we hand over also fixed?"

Ansair nodded. "Yes. I'll give you the formula now. You can study it on the way and try to start refining as soon as you arrive."

Dole asked again, "If we purchase additional medicinal materials, how will the market price be calculated?"

Ansair glanced at Dole. This guy has some brains; he finally asked the key question. "Twenty percent lower than the market price."

Dole put down his hand. There was nothing more to ask. With his refining probability, he could still earn something.

And hearing this, the expressions of the others also improved slightly.

The failure rate of seventh-level potions is not low, and there is basically no output in the early stages. It takes several days of research, which requires one's own investment, and one might even lose money. Only later can one make money.

Moreover, this potion is particularly useless; it can only be used in that small secret realm, and cannot be used anywhere else. It's a big pit.

Since they were all adults, there was no need to make a scene. After receiving the potion formula, the six alchemists began to ponder it themselves, examining the composition of the potion, the magic patterns, and the refining techniques to see if it suited their type and how many days it would take to figure it out.