The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Gleiter and the others weren't fools; Dorre's words were naturally what they wanted to say. Only by giving each other opportunities could they become true friends.

Becoming Gleiter's friend wasn't an easy thing, but they now acknowledged Dorre as a friend.

The waiter looked at Dorre's face, racking his brains to figure out who this young man was, capable of gaining the trust of these three. This was no simple feat.

On the fifth floor, usually only the extremely wealthy came up. Gleiter only ever went to the third floor. This young man came directly to the fifth floor, clearly indicating his extraordinary status and identity. Who was he?

However, professional ethics told him not to ask questions he shouldn't. She continued to smile, leading the four to a private room and opening the door.

The private room was clean and well-arranged, with a feeling of a family banquet. After entering, Gleiter pushed Dorre to sit in the main seat, while the others sat separately.

This meal lasted until dark, and then everyone patted their stomachs, satisfied, and left.

Stepping out of the door, the city was already illuminated by the first lights of evening. Everyone's stomachs were full, and they quickly parted ways.

As Dorre walked, he glanced back at the Delicacy Pavilion, thinking the taste seemed quite good.

He had come in his true form today. Although the meat of those magical beasts had been stored for a long time, it still contained some energy, which still had some effect on the body, stimulating the flesh and making him feel that his strength had increased slightly.

Although he had spent thousands of gold coins in one go, it was worth it. Compared with today's gains, these thousands of gold coins were nothing.

After separating from the others, he immediately hurried towards the wizard tower complex.

In the night, the surrounding wind blew on his face, creating a cool sensation. The distant wizard tower complex was mysterious, powerful, and full of strength, giving people a sense of security.

Dorre arrived in front of the tower complex, his mind becoming clearer.

Below the tower complex, people came and went, in considerable numbers, but he didn't pay much attention.

Soon, he passed the No. 1 tower and arrived inside the tower complex.

Inside, there were wizard towers one after another. His twelve-story wizard tower was actually quite conspicuous, after all, most wizard towers were ten stories or less, with five or six stories being the most common, and three or four stories also existing, but one as tall as his was very rare.

Dorre quickly walked inside.

Just at this moment, he felt a mental force land on him. His brow furrowed, and in a fraction of a second, he followed the mental force to observe the other party.

It was a young man wearing a starry sky wizard robe, gazing at him from afar under a wizard tower. Behind him, two warriors in armor stood quietly. Their life energy was strong, and their aura was restrained, the pressure only directed at the young man in front.

Dorre looked at the young man, puzzled.

Just then, the man transmitted his voice, "Dorre, is it?"

Dorre stopped and looked at the man. He looked at the wizard tower again, seemingly owned by a level five wizard, belonging to the Starry Sky school. Was this man from the Starry Sky school?

He looked straight ahead, his expression indifferent, and slowly said, "Yes, who are you?"

The wizard stared at Dorre, as if trying to see through everything about him, his gaze sharp, like a knife, stabbing into Dorre's eyes. On his body, a power belonging to a mysterious aura slowly circulated, forming a vortex of power as he looked at Dorre.

At this moment, Dorre felt as if he was in weightless void. Although he knew this was the illusionary ability of the other party's meditation method, there was nothing he could do, after all, this was a difference in rank.

Level five against level four was inherently crushing.

However, he didn't care about this illusionary suppression. His mental strength was also strong enough, and with a slight release of mental force, he firmly resisted this suppression.

The man's face changed slightly when he saw this.

He slowly opened his mouth, "I am Dak, Duke's elder brother, from the Sikong family. You have offended our Sikong family, and you are not prepared to apologize and admit your mistake, but instead want to stubbornly resist?"

Dorre looked at the other party, his gaze becoming playful. This man must have damaged his brain from cultivation.

He acted old and wise, and slowly opened his mouth, "Oh? The Sikong family is so awesome? How come I don't know?"

Dak's tone suddenly faltered, "You are as arrogant as the legends say, kid." He moved his feet, slowly walking over. As he walked, the pressure field formed by his magical illusion became closer and closer to Dorre, causing a greater impact on him.

Dorre frowned and slowly said, "Dak, I never want to be an enemy of anyone, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of anyone. This is the Glory Wizard Tower complex, and in front of me is a level six wizard tower. Do you think a small level five wizard like you dares to be arrogant in front of someone who owns a level six wizard tower? You are the truly arrogant one!"

Dak's footsteps suddenly faltered, and he slowly looked towards Dorre's front, his face changing uncertainly.

That's right, the other party owned a level six wizard tower, which meant that he had an energy source exceeding level six. Fighting him here would be courting death, wouldn't it?

His heart tightened slightly, feeling somewhat annoyed. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to show off today.

So, he said fiercely, "Our matter is not over, the days ahead are long."

Dorre looked at the other party, spread his hands, "Whatever, you should hurry up and work hard, maybe my wizard tower will become level seven tomorrow, you poor wretch."

He sneered and turned to leave.

Dak looked at Dorre's back, his face turning ashen.

Ordinary wizards, if they don't have a special skill, are very, very poor. If they are family wizards, it's a little better, with family offerings every month. Ordinary wizards can only tough it out. Without resources, it's very difficult to advance.

Dorre has a level six wizard tower. Within the entire Vassenburg area, he can be considered a level six wizard, and in general, no one really dares to provoke him.

Their family only has one level seven wizard tower and three level six wizard towers in total, but none of them are under his jurisdiction.

How hateful.

The more Dak looked at Dorre's back, the angrier he became, until Dorre's figure disappeared into the entrance of the wizard tower, and then he slowly withdrew his gaze.

He couldn't deal with the other party, but he could find someone else.

…

Back in the wizard tower, Dorre finally relaxed and could truly study potions.

Having obtained a large number of potion formulas, he estimated that he would be very, very busy in the coming time. As for the bidding matter, with Ash overseeing it, there shouldn't be any problems.

Soon, three or four days had passed, and the agreed-upon month was almost up.

Dorre didn't prepare much. The poison that the man in black wanted, he had already refined and put aside. He even took the time to study the poison's properties and, based on the properties, refined the antidote. He even adjusted the detection direction of the wizard formation on the wizard tower, in response to this poison, to prevent people from using this kind of thing for assassination. This kind of poison was too insidious.

However, as long as it wasn't used on the human race, he was still willing to help the other party refine it. After all, this was a matter of money. With Alan and that person's guarantee, the other party shouldn't be too presumptuous.