The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Feller belonged to the military headquarters and was under the city defense guard, a squad leader. He was also at the intermediate warrior apprentice stage, making him relatively strong.

Moreover, Feller didn't always guard the city gate. He rotated every few days, one day at a time, which greatly limited Dorre's reconnaissance.

However, he quickly found their pattern. Feller and the others rotated every three days, guarding for three days.

Feller's residence at night was the barracks, but he could go home after ten o'clock every night. Squad leaders like him had this privilege.

This was also a characteristic of the military camp, which was to motivate them to improve. Moreover, those who could become soldiers basically had some background.

This was the conclusion Dorre reached after ten days, and after those ten days, it was his second time taking the Strength Potion and Agility Potion.

Time slowly passed for a month, and Dorre's strength greatly improved. He had completely surpassed the initial stage of an intermediate warrior. At this time, he was a head taller than before last year. He used to be thin and weak, looking like a tall monkey, but now he was strong and sturdy, already resembling an eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenager. Among the many blacksmiths, he was considered a veteran.

The blacksmith shop was still very busy, clanging and banging, everyone was doing their own thing. Dorre was also busy, he was forging a broadsword, he looked up and saw someone coming.

A man in black, Cardia.

Cardia was sizing him up at this time, seeming to feel very strange.

Dorre was also a little surprised, how did he run into this guy? His serious expression couldn't help but change slightly.

Cardia was even more surprised. He could see through Dorre's disguise. As a seasoned professional, he had a lot of experience.

Is this Dorre? Such a big change?

He watched Dorre silently, with a smile on his face, "How should I call you? Little blacksmith brother."

Hearing this, Dorre knew that Cardia had recognized him, so he showed his signature naive smile, "My name is Lin Rui, does this sir have any business?"

Hearing the voice, Cardia was even more certain of Dorre's identity. He looked at Dorre's figure and was a little shocked. This guy's improvement was a bit fast. Looking at it this way, he had already reached the stage of an intermediate warrior apprentice.

Cardia flashed the sword at his waist and said, "It's broken, can you fix it?"

Dorre blinked. Wasn't this sword usually repaired by Verrick? He was a little puzzled.

Cardia naturally couldn't say that Verrick had a cold today and didn't come. Others didn't have the confidence. The price of a level three blacksmith was too expensive, so he could only come to Mondo Blacksmith Shop. Anyway, both blacksmith shops were properties of the Link family.

The Aoun family also had their own blacksmiths, but their skills could only be considered average.

"Can you fix it?" Cardia asked again impatiently.

Dorre laughed and said, "Yes, I can fix it, but I need some other materials, such as black refined copper."

This fighting sword, in principle, was just an ordinary sword, made of a mixture of refined steel and black refined copper, ensuring both hardness and toughness. At this time, he saw that the sword was pitted and scarred all over, with cracks everywhere. It wouldn't work to repair it with just refined steel.

Cardia was a little surprised. Dorre was so powerful now that he could even repair level two fighting swords? But when he thought of this guy's strangeness, he was a little relieved.

"Okay, I'll go find Uncle Hong." Cardia said readily. Obviously, he was also very familiar with Uncle Hong.

Soon, he took out some iron ore and black refined copper.

Repairing the sword was not difficult. It took a little time to finish the sword, and it was almost time to get off work.

Cardia took the sword back from Anderson, carefully inspected it, and nodded secretly in his heart. It was almost perfect. This technique was basically equivalent to a level two blacksmith. No wonder he said he could do it.

"Now that it's done, do you want to go for a drink?" Cardia looked at Dorre with interest.

Dorre dismissed the apprentice, cleaned up, and said, "Okay, I'll go to the back and change my clothes first."

Cardia nodded.

Soon, Dorre, wearing a clean set of clothes, came out from the back. The two walked together towards the city and soon arrived at a tavern.

Cardia was a regular here and went straight to the private room. The waiter didn't even ask and quickly brought some wine.

Dorre rarely drank alcohol. First, there was no environment, and second, he would spend the money on food. Where would he get the money to drink? He also didn't like the taste of alcohol, it was the smell of drunkards on the street.

Cardia poured himself a glass, and when he poured a glass for Dorre, he was stopped by him.

"Dorre, I was looking for you for a while, I thought you were already... I didn't expect that the instigator died inexplicably a few days ago?" Cardia said with some meaning.

Sitting opposite Cardia, Dorre was not moved by his words. The person was dead, what else could he say?

"Sir Cardia came to find me, I'm afraid it's not to talk about these things. I consider myself a nobody, I don't deserve your attention." He smiled faintly.

Dorre had long known Cardia's identity. The number one fighting sword expert of the Aoun family, a transcendent swordsman. He had a high degree of freedom and could accept apprentices or establish a sect in this godforsaken city, but so far, he was still a loner, only accepting the Aoun family's fighting sword requests.

This was very unreasonable. Everyone guessed that Cardia must have another identity.

This was what the blacksmiths said when they had nothing to do. Dorre just heard it.

Cardia looked at Dorre at this time and smiled, "Any profession, when it reaches the intermediate stage, needs a lot of meat and drug assistance. I believe you also know this, you should be very short of money now."

Dorre was stunned. What did Cardia mean by this? Did he want to give himself money to spend? He thought for a while and said, "Besides being a blacksmith, I can't do anything else. My monthly salary is not bad now. I plan to save it up and buy fighting spirit techniques in the future. If there are no drugs, then there are no drugs, I'll just be slower." This was the biggest pain point for all commoner warriors.

Without resources, they could only rely on time to grind, and then slowly, they would pass the age of the most vigorous Qi and blood, and finally they could only end in disappointment, forever without a chance to be transcendent.

Cardia's eyes narrowed slightly, he stared carefully at Dorre and said, "No, you have other ways to make money, at least you did a very good job with the Sam family's matter. It was a perfect assassination."

After he said this, the fanaticism in his eyes was revealed without a doubt.

Dorre felt a chill in his heart. Who was this guy?

Cardia looked at Dorre and said, "Do you want to earn more money?"

Dorre thought to himself, here it comes, this guy's trump card is about to be revealed.

He narrowed his eyes and said without hesitation, "Of course I'm willing."

Cardia picked up the wine glass, smiled slyly, and said, "Follow me to a place later."

Half an hour later, the sky had completely darkened. The two walked out of the bar and soon entered the darkness. They moved forward slowly and soon arrived in the northwest district. On the way, Cardia asked him to change his face, and he himself quickly changed into another face, also wearing a hood to hide himself.

Dorre naturally followed suit. He could see that Cardia's second profession was probably not a good one.

This was still a bar, named Wien Bar. The entrance was a very inconspicuous small doorway on the street. The light was very dim and dark inside.

As soon as he entered the bar, Dorre felt that something was wrong, because it was summer now, and it was still a bit cold entering the bar, not the cold of temperature, but a kind of cold from the spirit. He was a magician and very sensitive to the surrounding environment.

The bar's facilities were also very simple. As soon as you entered, you could see a long bar. The surrounding environment was a uniform dark black tone. The light was very dim, only able to see the surrounding environment, and that was it. Around the bar, there were not many tables distributed, and the distance between each table was very far.