The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Seeing Dorre so serious, everyone wisely kept silent.

Seeing everyone was present, Dorre cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention before speaking in a low voice.

"The Level Four potion course will begin tomorrow, the sixteenth," he paused and said, "I know you've all signed up for the course, so I won't say much more.

I'm going to take on some jobs that others can't, and I was wondering if any of you would be willing to do them."

Morris, Sano, and a few others who had advanced to Level Three from the start were immediately excited.

As a Level Five potion master, Wizard Dorre had access to far more people than they did, and this was going to be a perk for them.

Almost everyone became excited and said in unison, "I'm willing."

The voices were very unified, and the volume was deafening.

Dorre rubbed his slightly uncomfortable ears, feeling a little comforted, and smiled faintly, "Since that's the case, I'll start making arrangements."

Morris, Sano, and Raman exchanged glances, feeling indescribable excitement in their hearts.

The殿主(Hall Master) was finally getting the hang of things.

Although the Potion Hall was nominally under Dorre's management, most people did their own thing, and Dorre was simply unwilling to waste time on routine matters.

Now that he was finally willing to open up his authority, the students were extremely happy.

Especially Morris and Sano, and those few students who had advanced first, now had expressions of bitterness turning to sweetness.

Although they were Level Three potion masters and could usually earn a little, the number of orders was, after all, not very high.

In the academy, the person with the most orders was probably Instructor Dorre.

If he only gave them a little of the work he could get, it would definitely be enough for them to live a good life.

Morris said at this time, "殿主(Hall Master), we will definitely guarantee our quality!"

"That's right, that's right."

"We can't tarnish the teacher's reputation," Sketch said happily.

"Instructor, don't worry, if there are any quality problems, I'll twist my head off and give it to you."

"That's right, that's right, me too, me too."

A group of people expressed their opinions.

Dorre nodded and said, "Quality is the foundation, not something to be guaranteed, it must be done well, otherwise, if the brand fails in the future, who will be willing to look for us?

Okay, now Raman, compile a list of the medicines you can make, and I'll assign you tasks now."

Raman stood up and said excitedly, "Okay, 殿主(Hall Master)."

A group of people reported the potions they were good at.

The content of Dorre's lectures was very broad.

He didn't teach a complete potion, but rather the extraction content of many herbs, and then the students could use their own initiative, and what they could refine depended entirely on the individual.

For example, Morris, like himself, was very good at refining mental power potions, but Sano was the opposite.

He was very good at refining strength potions, agility potions, etc., while Raman preferred other types, refining different potions according to the formulas he obtained.

Of course, Dorre would definitely not provide them with formulas, which was the custom in the potion master world.

Raman quickly collected all the potion types, and Dorre just glanced at them and nodded, assigning tasks to ensure that everyone got an equal share and the same benefits.

As for the potions that these other people were not very good at, he planned to hang them in the Potion Hall and reward people for refining them.

As a Level Five potion master, he really had a lot of orders on hand, and as his Level Four course started, even the surrounding small counties sent many orders, especially those wealthy nobles, who really had too much money to spend.

Especially Level Five mental power potions and Level Five strength potions, the number of orders was almost burying him.

After arranging everything and sending everyone away, he left only Raman behind.

Raman was second only to Morris and Sano in advancing, along with Sketch, but the difference between Raman and Sketch was that Raman's language skills were also good.

This time he also applied to become a lecturer, and he decided to teach Raman some of his little tricks so that he wouldn't be at a loss in the classroom.

In fact, Raman was already twenty-six years old this year, a good nine years older than him, and the age difference between the two in academics was like it was reversed.

Dorre gave Raman private lessons, and Raman was extremely moved, so one taught seriously and the other listened carefully.

…

In the distant sky above Elleng Academy, a cloud of black mist hovered in mid-air, mixed with the dense black clouds in the surrounding sky and earth.

A heavy rain was about to come.

The black mist seemed out of place, and in the slightly gloomy sky and earth, the black mist was somewhat gloomy and terrifying.

From a distance, it seemed as if the black mist had turned into distorted and strange figures.

When the black mist came to Elleng Academy, Elleng, at the highest level of the Elleng Magic Tower, suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze penetrated the Magic Tower, looking towards the void.

He saw the black mist, as if the other party was not hiding anything, and appeared in front of Elleng.

Elleng was shocked when he saw the black mist. How did she come?

His figure swayed, and he also turned into a wisp of smoke, disappearing from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in the mountains dozens of kilometers away, standing opposite the mist.

His figure slowly condensed, turning into Elleng's appearance, and his expression was somewhat solemn.

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At this time, the black mist was also slowly rolling, and when it saw Elleng's arrival, it quickly condensed into the appearance of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

Her lips were covered with thick red lipstick, and her face was smeared with strange patterns, as if she were a rebellious and unconventional young woman.

"Junior Brother, long time no see," a strange voice like metal rubbing sounded from her mouth.

If others heard this, they would probably be shocked that Elleng, who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, was actually being called Junior Brother by a girl.

Elleng looked at the girl, his mouth twitching slightly, and at the same time he was somewhat vigilant.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice heavy, "Senior Sister Wushu, it has been decades since we last met, what brings you here this time?"

The meeting of senior and junior brothers and sisters was originally a relaxed and pleasant thing, but the meeting of the two, although not tense, had a bit more of a sense of estrangement.

Wushu looked at Elleng, a cruel look on her exaggerated face, "The establishment of Waltz New City and other new cities has affected me.

I hope you can delay their progress."

Elleng's mouth twitched slightly, and then a mocking look appeared, "Do you think I can influence them?"

Wushu snorted, "As far as I know, the expansion of Waltz New City is under the leadership of your academy.

As long as you delay providing them with detoxification materials, I can leave calmly."

Elleng shook his head and said, "Senior Sister, for the sake of our past together, let's pretend I didn't see you today, you can go."

Wushu's eyebrows stood on end, and the expression on her strange face became ferocious, "Are you sure you won't help me?"

Elleng shook his head, "There's no way to help you."

"Don't think that just because you've established an academy, you can abandon your former identity as a black wizard?" Wushu shouted sharply.

Elleng sighed and said, "No matter what I was in the past, now I am the Dean of Elleng Academy.

If you retreat today, I can pretend that nothing happened.

If you come again, then you can only blame Junior Brother for being ruthless."