The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore stayed in the lab for three days.

Three days later, someone came looking for him.

It was Ansair, the director of the Magic Potion Association who had scammed Dore.

There were many level eight potion masters in the professional association, but Ansair usually only bullied those who had no background, no support, and hadn't joined any forces. He was a repeat offender.

Now that Ansair had come looking for him, Dore frowned slightly.

What was this guy up to?

As soon as he opened the door, Ansair looked at him with a professional smile and said softly, "Wizard Dore."

Dore leaned against the door, not intending to let him in, and frowned as he looked at him, saying softly, "Director Ansair, hello, what's the matter?"

Seeing this situation, Ansair also frowned and said, "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

Dore stared at him, "I've recently been researching a poison, and there are still some harmful molecules in the air that haven't been completely removed. If you want to come in, be my guest."

Dore opened the door wide and made a gesture of invitation.

Hearing this, Ansair didn't dare to enter. His face darkened as he looked at Dore, then he put on his professional smile again and said lightly, "It's like this, now that you've refined the level eight Thunderstorm Potion, you should naturally complete your professional advancement first and get your professional certificate. Only then can you be considered a true level eight potion master. Moreover, the treatment between a level seven potion master and a level eight potion master is worlds apart. Go for the assessment first, and then we'll renegotiate the contract."

Hearing this, Dore raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the association knew about his selling the Thunderstorm Potion and was finally responding.

He said with a slightly shy expression, "Director, it's not possible right now. My success rate is still very low. If I fail during the assessment because of nervousness, it would be a greater loss than gain. I'll wait a while, until my success rate goes up, before I go to certify as a level eight potion master."

Seeing Dore like this, Ansair knew what he was thinking. The success rate was definitely low, but he really didn't want to get certified.

He coughed and then looked at the other party, saying solemnly, "Actually, potion masters above level eight don't need certification at all. As long as you can prove that you refined the Thunderstorm Potion, you can advance to level eight. After level eight, your status in the professional association will be elevated accordingly. I'm really doing this for your own good. As long as you say that you refined the Thunderstorm Potion, that's all you need to do."

Dore looked at the other party, feeling strange. Why did the other party insist on him advancing to level eight potion master? There must be something fishy about this.

He smiled shyly, "My success rate is still too low, so I won't make a fool of myself. Maybe in a few months, Director?"

Ansair coaxed him earnestly, "You just need to admit it, you don't need to do too much."

Dore shook his head, "I don't want to be known by too many people right now. No one knows that I refined it."

Ansair was exasperated. Would it kill him to admit it? Although the professional association had fifteen level eight potion masters, none of them specialized in lightning-type potions. It was obvious who had refined it.

As long as Dore admitted that he refined it, not only would the other party advance to level eight potion master, but he himself would also receive a lot of cultivation resources.

He looked at the other party with displeasure and said, "Then you should hurry up and practice recently, and strive to become a level eight potion master before the end of the year. At that time, there will be special rewards for you, really, I'm not lying to you."

Dore casually perfunctorily said a few words, saying that he would talk about it later.

After sending Ansair away, Dore felt that he needed to understand the situation of level eight potion masters.

Thinking of this, he turned around, tidied up the laboratory, and went to chat with Anshina and Tulu.

Afterward, he learned that the higher-ups were making every effort to cultivate potion masters. If a place had a newly promoted level eight potion master, not only would the level eight potion master be rewarded with many things, but also the director of the wizard tower where the level eight potion master was located would receive many rewards.

So Ansair was plotting this. I just won't let you get your wish.

After chatting with the two for a while, they also admired Dore for breaking through the Thunderstorm Potion so quickly. Back then, they only got to know each other because they were close by. The other party was only a level seven, but he didn't expect him to break through to level eight so quickly.

After breaking through to level eight potions, Dore would naturally sense the rules of the lightning element. This guy will probably advance to level nine within ten years or so.

That's really fast.

However, they didn't act too sentimental. They were also genius potion masters themselves. After chatting for a while, Dore returned to his room.

Looking at the equipment in the laboratory, he thought of a mobile warehouse, the Sky Calamity Pearl.

If he wanted to leave here, it would naturally be better to do it quietly. It would be best to be able to pack up everything and take it away. Although a storage ring would also work, the storage ring couldn't hold living things. The Sky Calamity Pearl was more useful.

Thinking of this, he sent a message to his main body to transport the Sky Calamity Pearl.

Before noon, many people were lined up below Dore's wizard tower, all wanting to see Dore, but they were all stopped outside by Ansair's people.

This was the place for potion masters, and potion masters liked peace and quiet. Under normal circumstances, others were not allowed to come up, but there were exceptions.

The next morning, as soon as it dawned, someone knocked on Dore's door.

Dore opened the door and saw a person dressed as a butler. Dore didn't recognize the person and frowned.

The butler saw Dore's expression and smiled apologetically, "Wizard Dore, hello, I'm here on behalf of my master. I was very rude when we met last time. This is our apology?"

He took out a storage bag and presented it.

Dore looked at the other party. He didn't recognize the other party at all. "Your master, I don't think I know him, and who are you?"

The butler was stunned. He thought that the master had come in disguise, so he smiled faintly and said, "You'll know when you open the storage bag. The master's messages are all inside."

Dore reached out and took the storage bag.

As soon as the storage bag was in his hand, a slightly dignified and apologetic voice came out.

"Wizard Dore, I'm sorry, I didn't know that Thunderstorm Potion was so expensive here. The things in the storage bag are the price difference. I hope you'll be satisfied. In addition, I hope we can maintain a long-term cooperative relationship. Our family really needs Thunderstorm Potion. I've also attached two lightning-type level eight magic cores, hoping to use your hand to refine them into Thunderstorm Potion. We'll buy the refined potions at market prices, and the magic cores won't be included in the market price."

Hearing the voice, Dore knew who it was, that damned middle-aged man who bought his first bottle of Thunderstorm Potion.

But this guy reacted really quickly and came to apologize so quickly.

It's just that he's hiding his head and showing his tail, not knowing his true face, which is really a headache.

Dore glanced at him, looking at the other party with a fake smile, "Does your unknown master think I'll accept it just like that?"

"Unknown master?" The steward couldn't help but smile bitterly. So that's what the other party cared about?

He smiled and said, "The reason why our master doesn't reveal his name is because it involves too much. It's not that he can't reveal it, nor is he some kind of black wizard. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to stand in front of you. Look, so many people below want to see you, but I'm the only one who saw you. So our identity is not a problem."