The Witcher: Elemental Lords

At this moment, Dole was stunned. Could Ansair actually say such a thing?

However, the next moment, Dole frowned. If he were really expelled from the Alchemist Association, his fate would likely be grim. Once he lost the protection of the alchemists, the moment he stepped out of this door, countless people would be watching him. No matter who caught him, he would probably be doomed to making potions day and night for someone else.

This was forcing his hand!

Dole raised an eyebrow, his expression fearful, but the corners of his mouth curled into a sarcastic smile. "You're just a steward. To put it bluntly, if I listen to you, you're a steward. If I don't listen to you, you're nothing. Showing off your power in front of this esteemed guest, those who know will know you're just a steward, those who don't will think you're an elder or the president of the association. What great power you wield."

Dole looked at the other party speechlessly. To drive him out? A few days ago, before the Thunderstorm Potion, perhaps he could have relied on his connections and abilities to do it. But now, to drive him out, he would probably need the approval of the association's higher-ups.

Sure enough, after he said these words, the other party's face turned terribly gloomy.

Ansair was so angered by Dole's words that his face turned green and red. He was about to explode, but he was blocked by the steward's aura, which prevented it from landing on Dole. He angrily said, "Although I am just a steward, my uncle is the vice president of the Professional Association. Getting rid of you wouldn't be easy. You just wait and see."

Hearing this, Dole's face stiffened. Damn, his uncle was the vice president of the Professional Association, this…

He thought a lot. Wizards are a very special group. Under normal circumstances, they only talk about benefits, but in some cases, they still talk about some human feelings. He was just a newcomer who hadn't been here for long. If he was really messed with by the other party, it would probably be really uncomfortable.

He said with a gloomy face, "Ansair, are you sure you want to do this?"

"It's your arrogance that has ruined you. Let's go, Steward, I'll get someone to deal with him."

Seeing this situation, the steward didn't know what to do. This matter was truly both interesting and boring.

He gently waved his hand, and a vast and thick aura stopped Ansair, and he slowly said, "You two, calm down a little. It's just a small matter, not worth such a fuss. Moreover, with Wizard Dole's current abilities, as long as he goes out, is he afraid of not finding an organization?"

Ansair snorted coldly, "With his current abilities, without obtaining a backer through his achievements in potions, as long as he leaves the Alchemist Association, I don't know how many forces…"

His sentence suddenly stopped, and he didn't dare to say the next sentence.

Although everyone knew some things, saying them out loud would mean he was using a knife to kill someone.

The steward's face changed, and Dole's face also changed.

The steward snorted coldly, "As long as Dole is willing, I can take her away. Steward Ansair, he thinks that your character is questionable. I will truthfully report this to my master. Presumably, my master is very willing to meddle in this matter, if Wizard Dole is willing to come with us."

Ansair's face changed. He suddenly glanced at Dole, snorted coldly, and said, "I'm afraid there's no chance, this one is simply unwilling to join Steward's family."

The steward snorted coldly and said, "As long as Wizard Dole becomes a free man, we will definitely treat him with courtesy."

…

The two of them acted like they were singing a duet, one saying one thing and the other saying another. They seemed to be scaring Dole, but in fact, they were telling him the pros and cons of this matter. Dole figured out the meaning. This was a carrot and stick approach, plus someone was using chocolate to lure him.

Playing it smoothly.

He glanced at the two of them, who were still saying one thing and the other, then took a step back and slammed the door shut.

Bang, the corridor was completely quiet.

Outside the door, the two of them were suddenly stunned. This?

Ansair was also stunned. Normally, anyone would be scared to death by this, how could this person be like this?

And the steward was also stunned, thinking to himself that Ansair had overplayed his hand.

He glanced at Ansair, put away his aura, and then walked out without saying a word, his face terribly gloomy.

…

"I can't stay here anymore, I have to prepare to leave. Fortunately, I'm already an eighth-level pharmacist, which is considered to have gotten myself a ticket to a high-level wizard."

Dole frowned, then looked at all the experimental equipment, bottles, and jars.

He thought about it and sent a synchronized thought to his main body, which was located several worlds away.

The thing about consciousness is very strange. The only thing that can cross worlds is consciousness. Separated by several Adam worlds, he can still clearly feel the location of his main body, and even the consciousness between the main body and the clone can be shared.

This feeling is very strange, but it is also very mysterious.

If there is something called the Law of Consciousness in this world, it is probably more powerful than all the laws, second only to the Four Supreme Laws.

After exchanging information, in a moment, there was an extra sphere in Dole's laboratory, which was the Sky Calamity Bead.

After putting everything in, Dole disguised himself, and even his aura changed slightly. Then, without thinking, he pushed open the door of the laboratory and walked out without looking back.

Being stuck with a dog skin plaster, it is estimated that doing experiments these days will be unpleasant. He will go outside to see the situation first, and then talk about coming back later.

Arriving outside the Professional Association, he did not find anyone paying attention to him, and then prepared to leave the city directly.

Dole was confident that others would not discover him, and was also confident that he could escape. Leaving Wushang City was not a big deal, it was just a change of place to develop again, it didn't matter.

Just as he was leaving the Professional Association, a voice transmission sounded in his ear.

"Wizard Dole, please go to the third floor of the main hall of the Professional Association."

The voice was very unfamiliar, and Dole immediately became vigilant. He directly responded, "May I ask who you are?"

The other party said, "I am Majeri, the vice president of the Professional Association. Regarding your identity, we need to confirm it here."

Hearing this, Dole immediately walked out without looking back. Damn it, so fast, is this a bastard?

…

On the third floor of the Professional Association, with the voice transmission, a dignified middle-aged man looked at his nephew and grandson in front of him, frowning.

According to the direction and location of the voice transmission, the other party was not in the Professional Association, nor was he in the Wizard Tower behind.

He looked at his nephew and suddenly opened his mouth, "The other party did not reply, go and see his room."

Ansair was stunned and said, "Uncle, what do you mean?"

Majeri frowned into a Sichuan character, "The other party is not in the Professional Association, but outside, and is not responding now."

Ansair felt a little surprised. Was the other party going to run?

He immediately perked up and said, "I'll have a friend take a look to see if there's anyone in that room."

He ran out in a puff of smoke.

Majeri looked at Ansair, somewhat helpless. This guy was still as absurd as before. The other party was an alien wizard who could refine the Thunder Demon Potion. It would be easy to handle him, and being favored by a prince of the empire was considered a high incense burned by his ancestors.