The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Throughout the Human Kingdom, there were far too many places bordering the demons. Simply opening up a piece of land would suffice. Many newly promoted nobles did just that.

Dore looked at Glyte and shook his head. "We'll see when the time comes. I've made quite a few enemies recently. If I break away independently, many people will likely seek trouble with me. I'd rather stay in Wassonburg for now."

Glyte breathed a slight sigh of relief and nodded.

He looked at Dore and smiled faintly, "I know your concerns. You're afraid of someone like Xilan, aren't you? But rest assured, as long as you succeed in opening up and occupying a territory, expanding the borders of my Glorious Empire, the Empire will reward you at the higher levels. A small fry like Xilan won't be able to do anything to you. Moreover, with your current strength, just one more level of improvement and you'll be able to suppress a region on your own."

Glyte actually wanted to say, 'You've already suppressed a centuries-old family, what's there to be afraid of?' If I had your abilities, I would have gone out on my own long ago.

Dore had someone backing him, but very few people actually knew about it, so Glyte was unaware.

The two discussed for a while, and Glyte hurriedly left.

The family had previously made things difficult for him because there was no foundation for business. Giving him a million worth of goods directly was a bit risky. But now, with these five hundred thousand gold coins, there was much more he could do. At least the family wouldn't make things too difficult for him. He had already made this deal.

This was a million gold coin deal! From today onward, within the Orn family, Glyte was someone who could handle level five businesses and above. For this deal, Glyte seemed carefree on the surface, but in reality, he had put in a lot of effort privately, even using some of his privileges within the family. Now that it was finally about to succeed, he was excited.

After Glyte left, Dore sat in the private room, eating and drinking. He didn't leave until much later. The beverages served at this Azure Cloud Pavilion were quite good, which gave him many ideas.

...

Leaving the city and arriving outside the mountains, Dore waited briefly in the wilderness. Soon after, Allenberg's figure slowly appeared before him.

He came to Dore and stretched out his hand, a ray of light appearing in his palm, slowly handing it to Dore.

Dore was slightly stunned.

Seeing this ball of light was like seeing thousands of magic runes. In the middle of the runes was a piece of material. These runes formed strange spatial energy, shrinking an incredibly large object down to the size of a fist, held in Allenberg's hand.

Dore blinked. Was this the application of magic runes by a level seven alchemist? It was too amazing.

At this moment, Allenberg spoke.

"Knowing you've been short on medicinal herbs recently, I had someone buy some for you. You can calculate it later and give me the equivalent in finished potions. My disciples are all short on potions right now." Allenberg actually didn't want Dore to leave, because he had four major disciples, all at level four. Lamb had also successfully advanced to level four and was also in dire need of potions. If Dore left, their advancement to level five would be a distant prospect.

Dore looked at the light, thought for a moment, and then used his mental power to guide the light. The light quickly entered his storage ring and disappeared.

He checked the quantity of the medicinal herbs, pondered carefully, and said, "Thank you, Lord Allenberg. I will give you the potions later."

Allenberg smiled faintly, "No need, I'll have Lamb come and get them."

Dore immediately became thoughtful. It seemed that Allenberg wasn't just doing it for himself, but also doing his best for his subordinates. There was no problem with his character.

After the two completed the transaction, they flew towards Allenberg Academy together.

What Dore needed most now were medicinal herbs. Allenberg's action undoubtedly solved some of his problems. Moreover, among these medicinal herbs were some ingredients for magic power potions. He could try to refine magic power potions when he got back.

Compared to the tight supply of mental power potions, the market for magic power potions was not small at all.

The essence of magic power potions was compressed, attribute-less magic power, similar to the effect of a magic core, but without the magic core essence. However, the effect was still very obvious, allowing people to get through the magic power accumulation period. It was just that this thing was complex and difficult to refine, and very few finished products flowed into the market. Basically, it was all consumed internally.

As long as Dore was willing to sell them, wizards above level four would be happy to pay for it.

The number of potion masters was too small. A true high-level potion master directly determined the number of high-level wizards in the region. This was simply too realistic.

When Dore understood all of this, the timidity and weakness that had previously existed in his heart disappeared completely, leaving only confidence and pride.

In this day and age, whoever mastered the technology and ability could control the world.

...

This transaction went smoothly without any problems. Three days later, a convoy arrived outside Allenberg Academy, at the foot of Dore's magic tower.

Glyte was escorting the goods himself, and accompanying him was a level five wizard expert from the family.

When Dore came down from the tower, the level five expert from the family was still somewhat incredulous.

Too young, frighteningly young. And also a level four wizard. This Dore was truly a monster.

He was the first person he had seen who had refused the Glorious Wizard Alliance's youth program and was still progressing faster than them.

Glyte glanced at his surprised clan uncle and smiled slightly, "Seventh Uncle, how is it? Do you feel shocked?"

Seventh Uncle was expressionless, but a wave had already been stirred up in his heart. He glanced at Glyte and slowly said in a low voice, "A million gold coin deal, you kid really know how to seize opportunities."

Glyte said softly, "Opportunity is in the hands of those who are prepared. Ever since I knew it was him, I've made a lot of preparations."

"Congratulations, nephew. You are about to step into the mainstream of the family."

"Same to you, same to you."

At this time, Dore had already walked down, looking at Glyte with some delight.

However, business was business. The two still inspected the quality and quantity of the medicinal herbs together.

It had to be said that Glyte had made sure that everything was pretty good for himself and for the business, so Dore paid all the remaining funds on the spot.

Glyte was very excited. With this million gold coins, there were too many things he could do in the future.

Both were delighted.

After getting everything inside, Dore invited the two to visit the wizard tower together.

As soon as he entered the wizard tower, Seventh Uncle's heart sank. He felt great pressure. This wizard tower was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. In this tower, he was probably not even his opponent.

The wizard tower itself was the precipitation of all the wizard's power, the precipitation of knowledge, the precipitation of ability, far exceeding the wizard's own power.

The three entered the wizard tower and started from the first floor, walking and looking around.

Soon, Glyte sighed, "To be able to have your own independently built wizard tower before the age of twenty, in our Northwest, in Wassonburg, you are the first in centuries."

Dore's wizard tower, from a general perspective, was very rough. Many places were incomplete, without decorations, and the decoration was very simple. However, the materials used were very solid. It was a full-fledged level six wizard tower, and it was said to be the masterpiece of the two level six wizards, Fengdu and Fengchen. There were no problems with the foundation. What was lacking was only the precipitation of time. If some more time was spent decorating the wizard tower, it would look more perfect.