The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore truthfully answered where he lived, where he worked, and how old he was, and then the patrol let him go.

Back in the courtyard, the night was silent.

Barr's figure emerged from the doorway, his shadow flickering in the darkness.

"I just saw you go to the Assassin's Guild?"

Dore turned his head, looked at Barr, nodded, and said, "A man named Cardia led me there."

Barr tilted his dog head, thought about who this person was, and then smiled, "This person is the Vice City Lord's duelist, known as the number one duelist in Duomeng City. I didn't expect him to also be an assassin."

Dore nodded, his heart heavy. "The water in this city is much deeper than I imagined. I accepted the mission to assassinate Feller and have already obtained his information. I will implement it soon."

Barr shook his head and said, "Do as you see fit."

He slowly came to the doorway, and with a whoosh, he climbed onto the wall above the doorway, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

Watching Barr disappear, Dore slowly walked into the room, took out a bottle of Strength Potion and a bottle of Agility Potion, and poured them into his mouth.

Waiting for the potions to slowly take effect, he practiced basic boxing techniques in the courtyard.

Basic swordsmanship.

Although there was no real combat, practicing more, fixing movements, and forming a fixed boxing and swordsmanship framework would be very beneficial in the future.

What he was thinking about now was whether he should buy a set of ordinary martial skills to learn when he handed in the mission next time. There was really nothing to learn from basic swordsmanship, and he didn't have any real swordsmanship or boxing skills on hand.

After practicing for two hours, until midnight, Dore had only digested a portion of the power. His muscles were bulging and his skin was tight. The potion was quite effective.

These two bottles of potions were his last two, and then there would be none left.

One bottle of potion was one gold coin, so these eight bottles of potions were eight gold coins, which was quite extravagant.

However, feeling the increase in strength in his body, Dore felt it was worth the money.

Entering the room, he took out another bottle of Elementary Mental Strength Potion, drank it, and began to meditate.

The effect of the Elementary Mental Strength Potion was no longer so obvious, but it was better than nothing, much stronger than simply cultivating on his own.

Now he had visualized almost 30 coins. As he went further, the efficiency of visualization became lower and lower, and maintaining a large number of coins was also a problem.

The sea of consciousness was vast and boundless, but it was still very difficult to have 30 coins existing in the sea of consciousness without letting it collapse.

He had to maintain the shape of the coins at all times, which in another sense exercised his mental strength and willpower. Dore felt that he was getting more and more difficult and once thought that he was on the wrong path.

However, Barr said it was okay, so he could only continue to cultivate.

Soon, the night passed.

Blacksmith shop during the day, "strolling" out in the afternoon. According to the information, Dore quickly determined Feller's general whereabouts.

This guy usually had three places to go at night: the Soldiers' Bar, a bar opened by the military headquarters, and the military camp, which also served as a training ground. He would practice here for a while, and at about twelve o'clock in the evening, he would take the military headquarters' special carriage home.

The place where they lived was also very safe. It was in the northwest district, where the nobles were located. There were a large number of security patrol personnel, and because of their status, they themselves had a certain amount of guards.

Although Feller was not a nobleman, he was indeed a member of a noble descendant and had a small nest there. All around him were nobles, and the difficulty of lurking was greatly increased.

Dore then remembered why most of the people on the assassination list were nobles, but they were still alive and well. The security conditions here were really too good.

If he had Barr's speed, he could sneak in, kill someone, and leave, which would not be difficult, but he was not Barr.

So, he needed to use his brain.

Bar, military camp, home.

Dore thought for several days before preparing to strike on the way to the bar.

Feller didn't actually like to drink, he just liked the atmosphere. According to the information, the bar was to provide entertainment for the people of the military headquarters, providing many things: women, strong alcohol, and some strange things, such as various drugs that made people drunk, and some drugs that improve sexual performance.

As a squad leader, Feller had a ban, so he naturally wouldn't play with women there, but he would occasionally drink some wine, and then take some small things back, and have intense activities with the several wives at home. This was his hobby.

Dore could strike in this area.

Dore had also considered aspects such as diet and water sources, because they were all supplied by special personnel, so it was not easy to strike, unless he could sneak into the Water Affairs Bureau or sneak into his home.

Dore had considered these, but in the end, because they were easy to expose, they came to nothing.

Soldiers' Bar.

Dore ordered several glasses of wine and sat at a table, drinking listlessly. Several women passed by him, but he rejected them all.

Although he was thirteen years old this year, his physical growth was almost approaching a normal person, but after all, he was not an adult, and there were some things he simply could not do.

As the saying goes, the hair hasn't even grown yet, which is what this stage is about.

But it didn't prevent Dore from drinking. Although the Soldiers' Bar restricted soldiers from entering, Dore could come in with a little makeup, provided he had money.

He had money, so he came in.

The military headquarters bar was very chaotic. There were people drinking, people making trouble after getting drunk, all kinds of things. These were all their own business, as long as they didn't kill anyone. If things were broken, they were broken, anyway, someone would pay.

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Dore had only been there for a while when two such things happened: one was getting drunk and making trouble, and the other was because of a woman.

That woman was actually quite beautiful, with very white skin, clearly different from the locals, with a slender figure, convex where it should be, and upturned where it should be. A tight-fitting suit better highlighted her beautiful figure. Two officers were arguing over her.

The woman herself had no will, even like a puppet, with no vitality in her eyes, but this did not prevent her appearance.

This is a pitiful woman, Dore defined.

He drank for a while, inadvertently looked at the door, and then his eyes lit up slightly, and then he turned his head and stopped paying attention.

Feller is here.

Feller and his colleagues got off work together, without even changing their clothes, and went straight here. After shouting a few times at the bar and ordering wine for his brothers, he greeted a few acquaintances warmly, and then took his people to find a table and started drinking.

Dore observed for a while and soon discovered that he had asked a waiter for something and casually put it in the pocket in front of his chest.

Dore took all of this in, even knowing the location of the medicine.

…

Future Pharmacy.

Old Mi personally received Dore, still in that very ordinary pharmacy.

Dore didn't waste much time either, took out ten bottles of Elementary Mental Strength Potion, smiled faintly, "I need four bottles of Elementary Strength Potion, four bottles of Agility Potion, and exchange the rest for materials and money."

Old Mi nodded. This was not the first time they had traded, and the transaction was very smooth, but he found that Dore's medicinal materials this time were mixed with many strange materials.

However, he didn't ask. There were originally many slightly taboo things in the wizard system. As long as they were medicinal materials, whether they were poisons or ordinary medicinal materials, he could sell them.