The Witcher: Elemental Lords

At night, Wassenburg looked dark, yet the darkness was punctuated by specks of light, creating a unique tranquility.

In the evenings, only a few places in Wassenburg remained open: bars, theaters, and some specialized establishments. Most other places were closed.

Dore glanced around and noticed that his own Azure Drinks shop was still open in the distance, with lights at the entrance and brightly lit inside.

His lips twitched. Were there any customers at this hour? The magic lamp fees alone must be substantial.

He pondered for a moment, then started walking in that direction.

Just then, he sensed that someone was watching him.

He turned around, looking in other directions, but there was no one there.

He was puzzled. Was he mistaken?

In this place, he couldn't casually release his mental power for indiscriminate scanning, only relying on his senses. He didn't want to offend anyone.

He dismissed the thought and continued walking forward, but soon he noticed that the number of people observing him was steadily increasing.

Am I a celebrity now? Dore chuckled to himself and casually scanned his surroundings, noticing many people wandering around.

He kept walking, and before long, he reached the intersection of Tai Luo Street. At this point, he sensed that some of the people watching him harbored malice, faint as it was. But malice was malice, and there was no mistaking it.

Could it be that noble?

Within Wassenburg, Dore feared no one, as long as they didn't court death.

With that thought, he swaggered toward the Azure Drinks shop.

There were a couple of people coming and going at the shop's entrance. The number wasn't large, but inside it was lively. He reached the door, lowered his head, and when he looked up, he had changed his appearance.

The hall inside was still bustling. The popularity had returned in the last couple of days, and the price reduction had attracted many customers back, mostly long-term patrons, which was a good sign.

At this moment, many people in the hall were whispering.

"The Langte family has really lost face this time, a complete disgrace."

"I heard they're planning something else?"

"Really or just a rumor?"

"It's definitely true. Aren't the people from the Chris Wizard Tower all alchemists? They're probably planning to poach people."

"I don't think it's likely. The Langte family deals in some grain and alcohol, but they can't get involved with wizards."

"Shhh, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you."

"Isn't there also the Marcia family?"

Dore sat nearby, listening casually, his expression neutral.

Those noble families had suffered such a great loss, how could they not retaliate? And the retaliation came early. The methods they were using were also quite foolish, trying to poach people right under his nose. Dore couldn't help but laugh.

The Langte family did have a few high-level wizards, even some at level six, but none of them were alchemists. Why would alchemists go to them?

Besides, the Marcia family was also causing trouble, trying to cut off his supplies and win over his customers, all of which was laughable. The market wasn't something that could be solved with words and influence. He had cultivated a loyal customer base over the years. Their goods couldn't compare to his, their supply couldn't match his, and they couldn't even afford a price war. What were they playing at?

In the alchemist market, Dore was the undisputed leader, except for the Alchemist Guild. No one could compete. Even the people at the Chris Wizard Tower knew that as long as the Chris Wizard Tower didn't fall, they were his cash cow. The Chris Wizard Tower had become a paradise for alchemists, and most importantly, they could exchange ideas and improve their skills at any time, which was crucial.

Although Dore himself couldn't give lectures now, it didn't prevent communication.

He listened to the conversations around him while pondering his own affairs. After a while, he paid the bill and left.

The moon hung in the starry sky as Dore walked out of the drinks shop, feeling inexplicably cold.

He frowned and glanced around. At that moment, he saw a man in black robes watching him from across the street.

A black wizard's robe, black decorations, a black face covering.

He emanated very little aura, but there was a special feeling about him: chaotic, orderly, and with a strange sense of threat.

This feeling reminded Dore of someone.

"Old Poison?"

Dore frowned. What was he doing here?

He strode over, silently activating his power to protect himself, and simultaneously borrowing power from the Wizard Tower from afar.

It was best to be completely prepared when dealing with such unpredictable wizards.

The man in black saw Dore walking toward him, unaware of his subtle movements, and walked into a nearby alley.

The two of them entered the alley together.

Once inside, Dore spoke, "Poison Master, what do you want from me?"

Old Poison stopped, turned around, and slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, which were surprisingly vertical pupils, snake eyes.

"Heh heh, as expected, I couldn't hide it from you. I'm here this time because I need your help with something. As for the reward, you can name it."

Dore smiled faintly, "I changed my appearance, how did you find me?"

Old Poison chuckled, "High-level mages don't look at faces, they look at auras. Although your aura has become several times stronger, the essence hasn't changed at all. I admire you somewhat. In just a few years, your strength has directly improved by a large margin. You're among the top geniuses, even those geniuses in the capital might not be much stronger than you."

Dore stroked his chin.

"Then tell me what it is. I'll see if I can do it."

Old Poison smiled faintly and said, "You can definitely do it. Help me kill someone."

Dore shook his head and turned to leave.

He didn't want to be enemies with anyone, nor did he want to get involved in any trouble. Killing someone was easy, but how could he help kill someone that a level six wizard couldn't kill?

Old Poison panicked when he saw Dore leaving, "It's not actually a person, it's a guardian. I found some ruins."

Hearing about the ruins, Dore immediately stopped. He stopped and turned around, "As a level six wizard, if you can't kill the opponent, why do you think I can?"

Old Poison chuckled, "Because you're a poison master."

Dore felt baffled, "If it's a person, wouldn't you be able to kill them with your poisoning abilities?"

Old Poison shook his head and sighed slightly, "That guardian, is and isn't a person. I've used over thirty kinds of poisons and fought for almost a year, but I still haven't been able to kill him, so I came to you. I originally wanted to find Allen, but Allen is in seclusion, trying to reach level seven. Donny only wants to manage his territory and doesn't want to come out. The others aren't trustworthy. After thinking it over, only you, with the Wizard Tower, are trustworthy."

Dore's lips twitched. He shook his head and said, "I'm very busy lately and don't have much time. Besides, our relationship is limited to transactions, I don't trust you."

Old Poison fell silent. He raised his head. He didn't speak, but slowly lifted his mask.

Under the mask, a horrifying face full of pits and bumps appeared before Dore. In those pits and bumps, terrifying worms crawled in and out, looking extremely frightening.