The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore's mouth continued to twitch. "I don't care what level you are, you're a black wizard, lady. If you show your face, won't I be investigated by the Glorious Wizard Alliance?"

Wushu bit her lip, snorted coldly, "Fine, I won't come out then. Also, I'll make some potions, and you can sell them for me. I'm really broke lately."

Dore looked at her, his eyes calm, but actually, he was looking down on her in his heart. When have you ever been rich? You're being chased like a dog, where would you find the time to make money?

He nodded to show his agreement.

Wushu turned around, swaying her shapely hips, and quickly disappeared through the door.

Dore rubbed his brow, feeling a bit of a headache.

Rosa poked her head out of the room, looked at the door, and said cautiously, "Master Wushu is here!"

Although she had advanced to level three, Rosa didn't have that much confidence when facing a real level six. The other party could kill her with a breath.

Dore turned his head, looked at her, and sighed, "Yes, she's here. Go and get me a few Rosengrass plants. I'm going to give a lecture in a while."

Rosa nodded and walked out with cheerful steps.

She didn't have the talent of an apothecary, but her alchemical talent was good. Recently, she was studying Dore's book, 'Horry's Alchemy Magic Hut,' and she could already help Dore imprint level one, two, three, and four magic patterns on the magic tower. Dore was very pleased with this, as she could finally help out and wasn't just freeloading.

...

The level four classroom was packed, and there were almost no absences each time.

When Dore brought the Rosengrass to the lecture table, everyone immediately sat up straight and stared intently.

Today was definitely going to be practical. Rosengrass could be used in many potions.

For some students, this might be the last obstacle preventing them from advancing to level four.

Dore looked down, glanced at the expressions of the students, and rebuked with some exasperation, "Look at you trash, you need me to explain everything clearly. Can't you think for yourselves? I only spent two days understanding the refining process of a Rosengrass. Look at you, you've listened to so many lectures, and none of you have reached level four."

In the classroom, Morris and the others lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look up.

Dore only said those few words and then helplessly connected his mental power to the magic screen and began to lecture seriously.

Rosengrass is a medium-sized herb with mild medicinal properties. Most potions that need to neutralize medicinal properties use it. He had no choice but to bring this out and explain it in detail, hoping that someone could use it to advance to level four.

Soon, a class ended.

After finishing the lecture, Dore took a sip of water, looked outside, and said, "It's still early today, I'll allow you to ask a few questions."

The people below were scribbling furiously, and almost no one looked up when they heard this.

Morris was taking notes while muttering in his heart, "Who dares to ask a question? If you ask badly, you'll be scolded, wouldn't that be unlucky in front of everyone?"

Bernard was also quiet at this time, not daring to speak. He secretly looked in other directions, but saw that everyone was afraid to look up.

Laman, Sano, and the others were the same, not daring to raise their heads.

The atmosphere on the scene became strangely quiet.

Dore looked at everyone, curled his lips. These people are really invincible.

He packed up his things and was about to leave.

Just then, he saw a fair hand raised in the back of the classroom. The owner of the hand still kept her head buried low, not daring to raise it.

When they saw this hand, the people around were stunned.

Someone actually dared to ask a question?

But when they saw who the questioner was, they understood somewhat.

Dore saw this hand and showed a smile, smiling faintly, "Yalina, stand up and speak."

Yalina was an apothecary who came from another city. Her apothecary skills were extremely strong, and she was even a registered level four apothecary, but she only knew one kind of potion, and she didn't know the other potions, so she came to Dore's class.

She was already thirty years old this year, but standing up, she looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Her eyes were firm, determined, and had a kind of uncertain, timid posture, which made the people around her scratch their heads.

"Lecturer, I would like to ask, do you need to pay to learn the mental power training method that you once mentioned?"

Dore suddenly realized that these newcomers probably hadn't really learned his impromptu mental power control method.

He nodded and said, "That method doesn't have any technical content. Find a classmate in the class who knows it and let them teach you. There's no tuition fee, no tuition now, and no tuition in the future. Everyone can learn it freely."

He steadied his mind and said, "Do you have any questions with technical content to ask?"

Yalina lowered her head timidly, "No more."

Dore's happy expression suddenly turned into majesty, "Class dismissed." After saying this, he turned and left.

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...

Back in the magic tower, Dore had just walked into the room.

Rosa was putting things on the table. When she saw him come back, she put a stack of letters on his desk.

Dore saw these letters, slowly walked over, and started to open them one after another.

Most of these letters were applications to join his magic tower. Recently, he would occasionally hold private lessons in the conference room on the fourth floor, which also led to a large increase in the number of people joining.

He just looked at the names, casually threw them into the trash basket, filtered out a few, and then saw Yalina's letter.

He took out Yalina's letter, threw the others that had no value into the trash can, and handed the letter to Rosa, "Approve this person."

Rosa took the letter, glanced at the name on it, and understood.

This Yalina, like him and his brother, was a freelance apothecary. If Dore wanted to leave in the future, these would be potential helpers.

She nodded, then looked at Dore strangely, "Tower Master, it seems like you've been recruiting female apothecaries lately. Haven't you considered any males?"

Dore thought for a moment, and it seemed like it was true.

He then shook his head, "I want someone who is free from worries, regardless of gender. Whether male or female, it's true that they can follow me in the future."

Rosa nodded, relieved, and said, "Tower Master, you're twenty now, haven't you thought about socializing?"

Dore turned his head and looked at Rosa seriously, but saw that Rosa was also looking at him seriously.

In this world, in aristocratic life, after the age of sixteen, you have to participate in various social activities. No matter whose party it is, you go if you can. This is not just to watch the fun, but also to expand your network. Aristocratic parties have two meanings: one is real socializing and making friends, and the other is a matchmaking event.

According to the usual saying that people come of age at sixteen, most men and women will start looking for a partner, whether it is true love or hypocrisy, being single is always not right.

As for the people in his tower, they would occasionally go out to gatherings, bringing some 'friends.' This was considered normal, but he had never brought anyone back, which was obviously abnormal.

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. Just do your own thing. Me going out now is purely making trouble for myself and giving others trouble. I don't have the mood or the opportunity to have fun." If he went out to play now, he would be making trouble for himself and giving others a chance. It would be better to stay put.