The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Once he freed up his hands, he would definitely go and catch a Fiery Finch; revenge was a must.

Besides the Fiery Finch, he also decided to poke around the Assassin's Guild. These two organizations had repeatedly caused him trouble, truly treating him like he was made of mud.

Thinking of this, he picked up his things, left the Wizard's Tower, and headed to the classroom.

…

The lecturing process was naturally dull and dry, even a bit parched, but with two Fourth-level individuals in the class, everyone was more enthusiastic. Some people, as they listened, had a spiritual light fill their eyes, clearly not far from reaching Fourth-level themselves.

Seeing this, Dole was very gratified.

After finishing the lecture, he directly left the classroom, returned to the Wizard's Tower, changed into a formal suit, and went out again. He was going to attend the monthly auction.

Just after he swaggered away, countless messages scattered outwards.

…

In the wasteland, the sky was clear and cloudless. The late autumn weather was somewhat cool. Standing high in the sky, looking north, some of the tall mountain ranges had even begun to accumulate snow.

Winter was approaching.

Dole thought of his days in the Northern Kingdom, feeling somewhat nostalgic.

In the blink of an eye, five years had passed since coming here. Time really flew.

With Windwalk cast, unless a large-scale mental scan was performed, his figure was impossible to find.

Before long, he arrived at Wasenborg.

From dozens of kilometers away, he sent a message to the Glory Wizard Alliance, reporting his arrival.

Reporting every time was actually quite annoying, but there was no choice, it was the rule.

Soon, he stood at the entrance of the massive auction house.

Today was October 30th, tomorrow was the 31st, the day the auction house held its monthly auction. Some high-level potions would be released, and Dole's goal was among these potions.

Sixth-level potions could be used by Fourth-level wizards, and Fourth-level wizards were actually quite wealthy. He wondered if he could snatch one with money.

Thinking of this, he stepped into the auction house. He also came here to take a look and see if there were any higher-grade forges.

Everything could be auctioned at the auction house, from magic crystals smaller than a fingernail to wizard towers tens of meters high and airships hundreds of meters long. It could be said that as long as it was within the scope of the Empire's laws, anything could be sold.

Not to mention Sixth-level potions, if there was a chance, even Seventh-level potions could be found at the auction house.

Although Dole was only one day early, the entrance of the auction house was still packed with people who had arrived early to compete for a spot.

Dole was visiting a place of this scale for the first time and was still somewhat unaccustomed. After entering, it was chaotic inside, with people everywhere, and the auction house staff were standing at the very back, selling tickets.

The lines were very long, but they were clearly divided into many queues: adventurers, mercenaries, nobles, ordinary warriors, and most importantly, a separate channel for wizards.

The wizards' separate channel naturally had the fewest people. Dole stepped over and followed behind one of them.

That person glanced back at Dole but said nothing.

There were three people ahead of Dole, all of whom needed private rooms. These wizards had varying levels of strength, the lowest being only Second-level, and the highest being Fifth-level, all obediently waiting in line.

And there were five people responsible for selling tickets on the wizard side, three of whom were warriors above Fifth-level, and two wizards of unknown strength.

Clearly, these were all experts maintaining order and were also the foundation of the auction house.

Soon, it was Dole's turn. He slowly opened his mouth in a deep voice, "A smallest private room." He was wearing an ordinary formal suit, so he deliberately took out the Glory Wizard Alliance's Fourth-level wizard badge and flashed it.

The young man selling tickets nodded when he saw the badge and handed Dole a key, "Third floor, Room 102."

The price of a private room was not expensive, only three thousand gold coins, but for ordinary people, this was completely astronomical. For ordinary Second-level wizards, this could buy ten bottles of Fourth-level potions, so it was not necessary at all.

But for high-level wizards, these were not worth mentioning.

The auction had many venues, and this auction was relatively large, so it was held in the largest venue.

After entering, he came to the second floor. Under the guidance of a waiter, he quickly found his room and walked in.

The small private room was indeed small, with only room for two people side by side. There was a table, two stools, and some fresh-looking fruits on the table.

The auction would not start until tomorrow, so Dole was not in a hurry. After telling people not to disturb him, he sat on the stool and began to meditate.

Before long, he frowned slightly and opened his eyes. Ellengard was looking for him.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the Wasenborg Auction!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then, "After the auction, come back. I need to see you."

"Okay."

Dole didn't understand why this guy was looking for him, so he sent a message to Lamb.

Before long, Lamb replied, "The Empire has blocked some of the Academy's supplies. It should be the envoy of the Third Prince who did it."

The corners of Dole's mouth twitched slightly. He only replied, "I know," and then stopped paying attention.

Night fell and ended quickly. When the dome above his head slightly brightened, the entire auction house sprung into action, with people coming and going, arranging various things. And the auction hall, which had been silent all night, was now flooded with people from outside.

The auction was about to begin.

Dole sat upright, preparing to wait for the start.

Just then, the door of the private room rang, and a waiter brought in the auction catalog.

Dole tipped two gold coins and took the catalog to look through it. It was the first time he knew that the private room had this benefit, having a catalog so he didn't have to waste energy paying attention to other things.

Sitting on the stool, he opened the catalog and looked at it carefully, feeling somewhat moved.

The scale of this auction was somewhat larger than previous auctions, from large quantities of Third-level materials to high-end Fifth and Sixth-level materials, and even two or three relatively rare Seventh-level materials. There were also high-level potions, alchemical products, weapons, armor, etc. In addition to these regular items, there were also some slaves for sale.

A batch of dwarves, a batch of werewolves, and even two female elves were on the list.

Seeing this, Dole had a renewed understanding of the power of the auction house. Daring to directly auction elves, were they not afraid of causing retaliation from the elven race? He had always thought that the sale of special races would be placed in private auctions, but he didn't expect that this kind of orthodox auction would also do it.

He had never seen an elf before, so this time he could see one and see if they were as beautiful as the legends said.

As for the dwarves and werewolves, Dole could sometimes encounter them on the road outside, so they were not very rare. Elves were really rare.

The Sixth-level mental power potion he wanted to buy was on the list. He breathed a sigh of relief; the money was not wasted.

He carefully glanced at the list and didn't see anything else of interest. He put down the list and closed his eyes slightly.

The auction had not yet started, and it was too chaotic outside to be worth paying attention to.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the private room, and Dole, unable to bear the noise, simply closed the small door.