The Witcher: Elemental Lords

"Those things are all with Lord Allen. If you have time, you can go see Lord Allen. Do you have anything else?" Eks was now a little afraid of this young man.

Dore thought for a moment, his expression relaxing, and he said with a faint smile, "Then let's do the third business next. I want to acquire something."

Eks's scalp went numb. As an apothecary, what was this guy going to buy? It couldn't be a level six poison formula, right?

He said calmly, "Please tell me."

Dore said almost without thinking, "I need a high-quality, high-grade, high-capacity alchemy furnace, preferably made with dark and fire attributes. The better the quality, the bigger the volume, the better."

Eks breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't buying a poison formula, he nodded and said, "What you said is rare, but we can help you keep an eye out. The dwarves should have a lot of unsold stock. We can help you contact them."

Dore was stunned for a moment. Good fellow, no wonder it's Wassenburg. An auction house actually has so many tricks.

He nodded and said, "Then let's do that. I need to get a reply as soon as possible."

The two handed over all the remaining items, and Dore turned and left, not wanting to stay here at all.

He didn't get a good impression here either of the two times, and he didn't like this place at all.

In the slightly dark room, Dore's back slowly disappeared at the door.

The cold sweat on Eks's head flowed down all of a sudden. He carefully took the things in his hand and immediately sent a message to call someone special to deal with them. Damn, the things in his hand were simply bombs.

Before long, Eks appeared in Singlen's office, and he told the story again.

Singlen called the auction house's apothecary over and carefully inquired about the situation. After that, he decided to keep the matter a secret for the time being. It just so happened that with Dore's batch of poisons, they could take the next step.

However, he had learned Dore's methods. The last time he came, the auction house had offended him. This time, he directly gave them a warning, using these poisons to show his strength. This little guy was really not simple.

After driving everyone away, Singlen stood alone in the room, thinking quietly.

...

Returning to the sunlight, Dore felt a warmth on his body, and the haze brought to him by the auction house behind him slowly dissipated.

Selling poison was just a cover. His purpose was to deter.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly walked towards the street. He hadn't had a good time shopping last time, so he would take a good turn this time.

Wassenburg, as the center of the Northwest Province, is surrounded by mountains. On each mountain peak, there is a watchtower every so often, jointly guarded by wizards and warriors. Each watchtower is a magic circle with various functions. Of course, most of them are still reconnaissance. These magic circles cost a lot of money every year just for maintenance and daily consumption.

Wassenburg doesn't seem big, but the space planning inside is very good. The somewhat crowded crowd here doesn't seem to have the impetuousness of a big city. Instead, they are all very comfortable. Everyone walks back and forth on the street with smiles on their faces.

The living standards here are obviously very high. Ordinary people also wear very good clothes, while some nobles wear clothes that are more gorgeous, brighter, and nobler than the dresses on their bodies. People here seem to value aesthetics more.

Dore turned into a restaurant, ordered a random meal, and praised it. The big city is different.

He went to the bathroom, changed back to his original appearance, and walked out slowly.

On the street, people come and go. From time to time, you can see various races, dwarves, werewolves, and some tall barbarians. In addition to various races, there are also some nobles leading various tamed and well-behaved magical beasts behind their masters, looking majestic and heavy.

Dore felt that this was the real magic city.

Compared to the Northern Kingdom, this is where people should live. The cities of the Northern Kingdom can only be regarded as rural areas.

However, it is obvious that there are more warriors in the Northern Kingdom, and the folk customs are more sturdy. In terms of overall combat power, it is not weaker than the Glory Empire.

Thinking of this, Dore slowly walked towards the city.

Before long, he came to the bottom of the Glory Wizard Tower.

At this moment, behind him, a crisp sound of horseshoes came from a distance and slowly stopped beside him.

Dore turned his head and saw a young master, a noble young man in gorgeous clothes, jumping off his horse and looking at him with a smile.

"I am Greiter, greetings to Wizard Dore."

Greiter himself is also a wizard, and even a member of the Youth Project, so he was a little surprised when he saw Dore and came forward to say hello.

What surprised him was that this person was already at level four. Without the resources of the Glory Wizard Alliance, he could reach level four on his own. This was simply amazing. You must know that the people in their Youth Project had only just reached level four not long ago, and they are still consolidating their strength.

Dore looked at Greiter without any impression.

He gave a slight salute and said, "Hello, I don't seem to have seen you before." After saying this, he frowned.

Greiter smiled gently and said, "Wizard Dore, please don't be nervous. I have no malice. I am from the Orn family. Our family specializes in managing various medicinal materials. I think we can cooperate with Wizard Dore."

He knows Dore's details very well. If this person can bring his magic tower to Wassenburg, he can immediately become the third largest apothecary force in the Wassenburg area. There will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future, so he came up to say hello.

Dore was stunned for a moment. It's really like someone sending you a pillow when you're sleepy. No, this is business coming to your door. At most, it's a commercial cooperative relationship.

He thought for a moment and said, "The Orn family? Specializing in the management of various medicinal materials?" He didn't know the distribution of power in Wassenburg, so he wasn't familiar with whether what this guy was saying was true.

Greiter nodded, a confident smile on his face, "Please believe me, no one knows medicinal materials better than our Orn family, and no medicinal material merchant has a wider business than our Orn family in the entire Northwest."

Dore raised his eyebrows. This guy is quite confident.

He nodded and said in an old-fashioned way, "Then since that's the case, please prepare one hundred portions of level six mental power potion materials and transport them to Elleng College. We'll settle the payment then."

Greiter was stunned, and then took a cold breath.

On the one hand, Dore's quantity of medicinal materials was very large. Secondly, the other party's eyes clearly showed that he didn't trust him. One hundred portions was a great test for him. What does one hundred portions mean? Oh my goodness.

Greiter cheered up and immediately said confidently, "Delivery in ten days." He turned his head and glanced at the wizard tower in front, "Are you going to the wizard tower? We can go together!"

Dore was a little surprised, even a little stunned. This guy can really get the materials for one hundred potions? Even the major chambers of commerce in Huaz City don't have this strength. One portion of materials, according to the maximum, can refine a dozen bottles of potion, and at least seven or eight bottles according to the minimum. One bottle is 10,000 gold coins, which is at least 70,000 to 80,000 gold coins, and the raw materials are at least more than 10,000. One hundred portions is more than one million. Such a big business was completed so easily?