The Witcher: Elemental Lords

An extremely strong smell wafted out, and he quickly replaced the bottle cap after only catching a whiff.

"That's right, it's Level 5 Dragon Serpent Venom." He swayed slightly on his feet, his battle aura surging continuously, quickly suppressing the bit of venom he had inhaled.

"Let's complete the mission handover." The man began to relax.

Dore glanced at the other party and suddenly had an idea, so he smiled and said, "Dragon Serpent Venom is potent, but it also has a major flaw: it can only poison the opponent upon contact. Moreover, it's more effective against Dragon-attribute magical beasts. If you're dealing with Dragon-attribute beasts, I have something else here that you might find useful, but the price might not be too cheap."

He had obtained Red Dragon Blood and other things from the dragon's body, so he naturally refined some targeted items, intending to exchange them all for money.

Although his net worth now exceeded 300,000 gold coins, no one would complain about having too much money.

Upon hearing this, the man was indeed stunned, and then said, "What else do you have, sir? Please bring them out. We do intend to attack a Level 4 Dragon-attribute creature, and using poison is part of the plan."

As soon as he said this, all the surrounding adventurers, mercenaries, and even staff members were somewhat astonished. Attacking a Level 4 Dragon-attribute creature? These people were truly bold. Everyone knew that Dragon-attribute magical beasts were three or four times more powerful than ordinary magical beasts, and not so easy to deal with.

Dore didn't care, and with a flip of his wrist, he took out two more bottles, one red and one green. "10,000 gold coins per bottle."

He casually tossed them out.

The man didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly caught them.

These two potions were not in a fixed liquid state, nor were they even solid. Inside, they were active, with layers of bubbles rolling around in the bottles, looking very domineering and strange. The bottles even had sealing magic runes on the outside, indicating they were not ordinary products.

The man carefully examined them and confirmed that they were even stronger poisons than Dragon Serpent Venom, so he solemnly said, "Okay, deal."

He took out 30,000 gold coins, completing the transaction for three potions at once.

Dore's mood instantly improved greatly.

Just then, a middle-aged figure wearing a Magus Apothecary's robe walked in from outside, came to the hall, and went straight to the window. He spotted Dore at the window at a glance.

Dore was disguised, so he didn't recognize him, but Dore immediately recognized him.

Wolfe of the Apothecary Association.

Why was this guy here instead of going home for the New Year? Did he also lack this little appraisal fee?

Wolfe looked stern, his expression heavy, as if he had something on his mind. He came to the counter and directly asked, "What do you want to appraise? My time is precious."

The counter pointed in Dore's direction, and Wolfe nodded and walked over.

When he saw Dore, he clearly noticed the disguise potion on his face.

He was immediately stunned.

At this time, Dore smiled and said, "Master Wolfe, long time no see."

Wolfe blinked, "So it's you appraising something. Did you make something good again?" The other party was disguised, obviously not wanting others to know his face, so he tactfully didn't say his name. However, he didn't know that Dore had already revealed his identity.

Dore said, "Just some poison, doing some missions. I've been a bit poor lately."

Wolfe twitched his lips as he walked, "If you're poor, then no one in the entire City of Waltz is rich. I'm now one of your customers."

As a Level 3 Wizard, Dore's Level 5 Mental Strength Potions were selling very well in the Rose Merchant Guild, and he was naturally one of the beneficiaries.

Dore smiled and said, "If you want some, prepare the materials yourself, and I can help you make them. Of course, a fee is definitely required."

Although Wolfe was a member of the Waltz family, his character was trustworthy.

Wolfe blinked and became serious. He directly transmitted his voice, "Alright, I heard you're opening a Level 4 Apothecary course. I'll register too."

Dore nodded and also transmitted his voice, "It's after the New Year. There are already twelve people registered for the Level 4 course."

"What's the fee?"

"1,000 gold coins per semester. It's already very cheap." Dore was a little helpless. This pricing was set by the academy, and it was practically a free giveaway.

Wolfe's eyes lit up and he said, "Count me in. I never thought there would be a day when I would go to Ellenger Academy."

Arriving at the counter, the woman and middle-aged man looked solemn.

Wolfe pretended to take a look and gave all the potions an excellent evaluation.

The delicate woman and middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and cheerfully traded the gold coins to Dore.

A full 120,000 gold coins, a total of three gold cards, two for 50,000 and one for 20,000.

Seeing this, Wolfe's eyes were almost red. This was simply robbing people!

Dore conveniently used the money to post missions, requesting redwood over a hundred years old, ironwood over a hundred years old, and sunken wood over a hundred years old, the older the better.

Wolfe had been around Dore, and after seeing these things, his heart sank. Apothecary Dore was preparing to build his own magic tower.

Good heavens, if he had his own magic tower, who in the entire City of Waltz, besides the three great families, would dare to mess with him?

The City of Waltz was a county-level city, and the three great families' annual income could only support three magic towers. So far, only they had built magic towers within their families. Other middle-sized families couldn't afford one at all. Dore had been plagued by this. If he built a magic tower, even if it was only three stories high, all other forces, even the Assassin's Guild, would definitely back down, except for the three great families.

So that was his goal. His ambition was not something ordinary people could compare to.

He looked at this young man who was decades younger than him and sighed in his heart. None of the young people in the City of Waltz could compare to him. Even the family's number one genius, Xiya, might be very powerful in combat ability, but he couldn't compare to him in terms of ambition at all.

He was a person who could independently own a magic tower.

After Dore posted the last mission, seeking high-level alchemy manuals, he relaxed.

This trip was considered a complete success.

Next, he would return to the Waltz Hotel and wait.

He turned around and found that Wolfe hadn't left, so he said, "Elder Wolfe, is there anything else?"

Wolfe nodded and said, "I would like to invite you to my home as a guest. Don't worry, I've already moved out and am not within the Waltz family. I'm in the Third Magus Tower of the Glorious Wizard Alliance."

Dore shook his head and said, "Some other time. I'm staying at the Waltz Hotel and have other things to do. You know, it's not easy for me to come out."

Wolfe sighed and nodded, "Then I'll see you after the New Year. I look forward to seeing that moment with my classmates." He smiled slightly.

The Level 4 course was meant to gather all the Level 3 Apothecaries in the City of Waltz, and no one would miss the opportunity to attend. He was very much looking forward to it, to seeing those old friends and old rivals being led by a young man. That feeling would be absolutely hilarious.