The Witcher: Elemental Lords

At the banquet, Morris experienced the long-lost feeling of being courted, and he was almost tempted by the conditions offered by those people.

Unfortunately, they couldn't offer him a future, at most just money and some resources. For an apothecary, the future was more important than anything else. As long as you had the ability, were you afraid of not having resources?

Behind Morris, a frail little girl followed him. She was a young apprentice of magic potion studies entrusted to him by a nobleman, who also provided a lot of medicinal materials.

Morris gladly welcomed this.

The little girl was not young, fully fifteen or sixteen years old, and the parts that should have developed had developed. Only her appearance was a bit cold, but that didn't matter; she could be trained for a while.

"Lilia, if the lecturer asks you, you should say that you are my disciple, not a student, otherwise the lecturer will be unhappy."

Lilia nodded, her thin body slightly lowered, her eyes flashing with light, "My father said that as long as I can learn, you can do whatever you want."

Morris coughed pretentiously and said, "What your father said is what your father said; don't confuse the concepts. Just be my assistant. You can observe all the time until you learn level two and level three potions."

Lilia nodded, behaving very well-behaved, but sneered in her heart. Her family was originally from a merchant background and had been to many noble banquets. She knew these nobles too well. They looked decent, but when no one was around, they couldn't wait to transform into demons and pounce on her.

Although this Morris didn't seem to have made any moves yet, he would definitely be the same as others in the future. It would be better to take the initiative and learn more.

She smiled slightly, revealing a sweet smile, and slowly approached Morris, saying, "Teacher, what are we doing today? If there's nothing to do, can you arrange accommodation for me first? I feel so dirty and uncomfortable."

Morris…

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As the time approached, many more people appeared in Dorre's wizard tower, all brought in by the students one after another. He didn't restrict them; they could do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't damage the wizard tower.

Time was quickly approaching May. The sun moved north, and Wassonburg also slowly began to get hotter.

Every year at this time, northern merchants went south, and southern merchants went north, bringing local specialties to various places. The Wassonburg Chamber of Commerce activities also became more frequent.

In Dorre's wizard tower, the clone, holding documents and two portions of medicinal materials, slowly walked out of the room and headed towards the seventh floor.

The seventh and eighth floors were various classrooms, his own and the students', categorized separately. After class, these students would leave.

Entering the classroom, it was silent. Sitting in the front row were Morris and the others.

But just as he walked in, Dorre frowned.

There were many students in the classroom, some in their twenties and thirties, and some even in their forties and fifties, totaling more than a hundred people. What shocked him the most was that, in addition to the students themselves, there were also many servants present. They were being ordered around, walking back and forth in the classroom, making a lot of noise.

It was the first class, and Dorre didn't expect such a scene. He walked to the podium, gently placed the experimental equipment down, and looked at the students.

At this time, although there was no sound below, there were still people walking around.

Morris and the others in the front row lowered their heads in shame. Although they didn't bring servants, the actions of the people behind them were simply outrageous.

Dorre looked down, his eyes sharply scanning around. These people were all at level three or four, and there were even level five people, about the same strength as himself. He saw that everyone's eyes turned over at this time, so he slowly opened his mouth.

"Everyone, from now on, no one is allowed to bring any servants to class, no matter what type. You are not allowed to bring them. I don't care if you are disabled or whatever, you can only sit in the classroom alone. Now, send out the people you brought. I don't want to see anyone continuing to walk around in the classroom."

The classroom suddenly became chaotic. Someone immediately stood up and said, "Why? We paid money. If you say the servants didn't pay, we'll make it up, won't we?"

The surrounding area immediately burst into laughter, "That's right, we don't lack this little bit of money. Hurry up and start the class."

"That's right, don't waste everyone's time. We're still waiting to listen to the lecture."

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The classroom was noisy, and everyone seemed to want to see what Dorre's reaction would be.

Dorre stood on the podium, not saying a word, quietly looking at the people who were talking.

Those people saw that the situation was not right, and the voices gradually became smaller.

Dorre touched his ring and poured out more than a dozen bags from it. The things inside collided, making a crisp sound.

His eyes narrowed into a line, and he said word by word, "This is your tuition fee. If anyone is unwilling, send your servants over now, collect the money, and then get out of the classroom."

With a flick of his hand, a money bag automatically flew up from the table, broke through the air with a bang, and smashed towards the face of the person who stood up to speak.

The money bag made a sharp whistling sound, and the speed was extremely fast.

The person's face changed, and he hurriedly released a magic shield, subconsciously reaching out and pointing, and a little magic aura flew out.

At this moment, a great pressure came from all directions in the entire classroom, sitting on his body, his entire face changed.

The magic barrier shattered with a bang. In that instant, his entire person was hit by the money bag.

Bang.

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That person flew upside down, knocking down several people along the way. The powerful force directly smashed him five or six meters away, landing on the ground.

He spat out blood, with a look of shock and bewilderment, and his face changed drastically.

This was inside someone else's wizard tower, and it was still a level six wizard tower. Even if a level six wizard came, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly here.

And the people around were shocked when they saw this, and they all shut their mouths and dared not speak.

This was in someone else's wizard tower. Only then did they realize a crucial fact.

Dorre was lecturing in his own wizard tower. He was the god here. Whoever he wanted to get out, even a level six wizard, wouldn't dare to speak easily without tearing their face apart.

The money bag landed on that person, Dorre didn't even look at it, and said directly, "Get out."

The voice seemed to hit everyone's body. The entire classroom suddenly quieted down. After a while, some people quickly drove their servants out.

That person took the money bag, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a look of unwillingness, "You will regret it." After saying that, he fled in panic.

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses. This was someone else's wizard tower. Even if he said harsh words, he wouldn't dare to say them too heavily.

In the classroom, some servants, at the signal of the wizards, walked out one after another.

But there were still some servants standing next to their masters, wizards.

These wizards were generally strong, dressed gorgeously, with many decorations on their bodies, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.

Dorre glanced at these people, and after all the other people's servants had left, he looked at them and said lightly, "Everyone, what's the meaning of this?"

Morris looked back, exchanged a glance with Sano, and thought to himself, what's wrong with Lecturer Dorre today? Is he really going to take action against these people?

They recognized several of the wizards who stayed behind. They were all disciples of the enshrined apothecaries of various major families, with noble status and strong strength. They were indeed not comparable to the person who had just left.