The Witcher: Elemental Lords

His face was somewhat bitter.

He knew some of the things the people under him usually did, but under normal circumstances, they were very tactful, knowing who to provoke and who not to provoke. It seemed like they were in trouble this time.

This guy really knows how to stir up trouble. Last time he came, he executed several people. Why is it that someone is deliberately making trouble this time? What is going on?

He looked around, glanced at Hunter, turned his head, and said with a smile, "Then let's talk somewhere else."

Dore shook his head and said, "No, right here."

The people around were dumbfounded, especially Hunter. Who exactly was this person? How dare he speak to the chief steward like that? Sweat started to drip from his forehead, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

The auction house entrance was quiet and eerie.

Just then, a luxurious carriage quickly arrived from outside. The carriage wasn't particularly extravagant, very simple, but strangely, it had no wheels, just floating quietly on the ground.

As it arrived at the entrance, four wizards stepped out, including two high-level wizards and two clerks.

One of them was Allen.

As a level six wizard, Allen's appearance instantly silenced the area around the auction house.

The level five warrior stood silently to the side, hands clasped in front of him.

At the entrance, Hunter's legs went limp.

Seeing this, the chief steward's face instantly turned pale.

Damn Hunter, damn the two good-for-nothings from the Sikong family. After this is over, I'll settle accounts with you. He naturally resented Dore as well, but Dore was an important customer, so even if he resented him, he could only do it secretly.

Ten minutes later, in a huge office in the auction house.

Allen looked at everyone, understood everything, and turned to face a middle-aged man.

That was the vice president of the auction house, Singlen.

"Your auction house is quite capable, arbitrarily framing wizards as black wizards. You take care of this matter."

He saw through Dore's disguise at a glance. This guy always disguises himself every time he comes. He was used to it.

Singlen glanced at everyone, his face not looking much better.

"Magister Dore is also our important customer. We will put his potion up for auction at the end of the year. How about this, in addition to punishing the relevant personnel, we will give Magister Dore a silver card, a lifetime membership with rooms above the fifth floor, so that no one will bother him in the future."

Allen nodded. This solution was acceptable. But Dore had concocted another potion? And it would be auctioned at the auction house?

Wasn't it difficult for this guy to concoct?

He turned his gaze to Dore.

Dore looked at Allen's questioning gaze and transmitted his voice back, "A level seven wizard used a branch of the Tree of Life to ask me to concoct some of that potion. The rest are here. If you have any injured friends, you can come here to buy them."

Allen's mouth twitched. Where did he get so many injured friends? It was bad enough that he himself was injured.

He coughed and said, "Alright, I will personally send a letter of condemnation regarding the Sikong family's matter." Singlen and he were old acquaintances, so he couldn't go too far. Anyway, that Hunter and the two from the Sikong family couldn't escape. Hunter arbitrarily accused a wizard of being a black wizard. Even if he didn't die, he would lose a layer of skin. Although Dore had taught them a lesson, it only made them itchy, nothing more.

Although the matter was small, the impact was very bad. If anyone dared to say that a wizard was a black wizard in the future, how would wizards be able to go out?

The auction house had to bear a great responsibility.

The matter passed just like that, much to Dore's surprise.

Dore met a new high-level executive, Singlen, a level six warrior.

Singlen breathed a sigh of relief. This time, it was fortunate that Allen came. If someone else had come, he would have had to bleed heavily.

He glanced at Dore and waved his hand.

The person behind him immediately brought over a silver card and handed it to Dore.

Dore didn't reach out. The silver card flew out of the person's hand and automatically landed in his ring, disappearing.

Although it was a little disgusting, the matter ended in such an anticlimactic way today.

The matter was resolved perfectly. Singlen shielded his subordinates, leaving only Dore and him, the chief steward who first contacted Dore, two wizards above level five, and Allen and a few others. He looked at Dore with a burning gaze and said directly, "I have another version of the story here. I wonder if it's credible?"

Dore frowned and said, "What version?"

Singlen said, "I heard that concocting that kind of potion only requires a branch of a tree with strong vitality?"

Dore shook his head and said, "A branch of a tree with strong vitality is only one of the main ingredients. The Evil Spirit Spores are the second. There are also three or four other medicinal materials that are more difficult to find. Currently, besides the branch with immense vitality, I only have enough of the other materials to concoct it three times."

Allen was also hearing about the formula from Dore for the first time. Hearing this, he was immediately stunned. It was already difficult to obtain the branch of the Tree of Life. Evil Spirit Spores? What the hell was that? It was even harder to find than the branch of the Tree of Life. It was completely based on luck.

He and another wizard exchanged a look. This potion was indeed powerful, but the formula was indeed very difficult to find.

Singlen thought for a moment and said, "If our auction house issues a task to find these materials, can we order them from you in large quantities?"

Hearing this, Dore was shocked, because when Singlen said this, coupled with his identity as the vice president of the Walsenborg Auction House, there was a kind of powerful aura and confidence, giving people a heavy pressure.

Order this magical potion that surpasses ordinary potions from me? What is the auction house trying to do?

He thought about it and said, "As long as there are enough raw materials, it can be done." He raised his hand and took out a jade slip, adding all the required raw materials and adding some extra ingredients.

It was impossible for them to see the real formula. Let them figure it out.

For high-level potions, the formulas can be deduced. As long as there is a rough formula, the original formula can be found based on principles such as water and fire balance. However, the Super Vitality Potion cannot be deduced at all. Many things in it use methods that are not from this world, so Dore is not afraid of them deducing it.

He was going to change the name of this potion to Body Repair Potion.

As the name suggests, it specializes in repairing the body. The name matches the efficacy of the potion.

Singlen nodded and said, "Then it's a deal. If we find the raw materials, we will send them to you. In addition, do you need to study level six potions?"

They had investigated Dore's every move in the auction house clearly. Obviously, this person was preparing to advance to a level six potion master.

Dore nodded sheepishly.

At this time, Allen Ge smiled and explained, "Potion masters above level six must have a lineage. There are two reasons for this. First, it is for the sake of the empire, to curb wild wizards and black wizards, and to limit the number of wizards above level five. Second, potions above level six involve some potion formulas and alchemy methods, which cannot be learned without specialized instruction. Therefore, if you want to learn level six potions, you need to undergo review at the Potion Masters Guild before you can obtain the relevant information."

All guilds in the Glory Empire are under the jurisdiction of the empire and are supervised by the Glory Wizard Alliance. Singlen's words clearly meant that he wanted Dore to spend more time in the Potion Masters Guild.