The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Vassenburg fell into a superficial calm. Only a day later, Aisi emerged from the wizard tower beneath the Tower of Babel, her brow furrowed as she looked at the sky outside. A large patch of red illuminated the entire sky behind the eastern mountains. It was the early morning of the second day.

In the family's backyard, the clan had asked her to return, saying they had something to discuss. She wondered what a small wizard like herself could possibly have to discuss.

A few days ago, she had given her aunt an initial version of the bloodline purification potion. Could it be about that?

The bloodline purification potion was originally a customized potion for herself. Under Dole's guidance, it could only be used by her. Now, to use it on someone else, it would need to be re-adapted and the formula re-configured, the changes in the process not easily understood by ordinary people.

From the time she arrived on the island until now, several months had passed before she had even a little progress.

Raising her head, a carriage slowly stopped in front of the wizard tower, in front of her. A familiar face appeared before her.

The coachman was an old man, his face covered with wrinkles, but he jumped down from the carriage with agility, chuckling, "Aisi, come on, let's go back."

Aisi nodded, her expression immediately becoming respectful. "Yes, Grandpa Ram, why are you here today?"

Grandpa Ram was an elder in the family. Under normal circumstances, he only drove the carriage for the Lord of Rhein City. Now, he was running to be her coachman, which was simply an unexpected honor.

Although Ram was a coachman, the way he stood gave people a sense of steadfastness. He smiled slowly, "What else could it be? If your thing is successful, it will be a great thing for our Rhein family. I am not a big shot, so it is my honor to pick you up."

Aisi pursed her lips, covering her mouth slightly, revealing a rare girlishness. "Grandpa Ram, if you are a nobody, then everyone in the Rhein family is a nobody. Okay, okay, let's not flatter each other. Let's go home. Oh, right, who asked me to come back this time? I still haven't figured it out."

Ram nodded kindly and said, "Get in the car, get in the car and I'll tell you."

The carriage was low-key, but it was very spacious, with plenty of room inside. The outside was made of special alloy and had multiple magic arrays attached, making it very strong, impossible to break even with a desperate attack from a seventh-level expert.

Entering inside, Aisi looked left and right, feeling very novel. This was usually the city lord's ride, so it was rare to see.

Seeing Aisi like this, Ram smiled and closed the curtain.

The carriage started and slowly left the wizard tower complex in the morning light.

In the Marcia family, Molly stood in front of a man, listening to his earnest words, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Although she was not a high-level member of the Marcia family, she knew the trend of the entire Vassenburg. Now that Lord Alan had survived the tribulation and become the second seventh-level wizard in the Glorious Wizard Alliance, and also controlled the wizard tower of the Glorious Wizard Alliance, he was already second only to Lord Pures in Vassenburg. Although each family also had seventh-level experts stationed, how could their foundation compare with the Glorious Wizard Alliance? Moreover, controlling the formation of the entire Glorious Wizard Alliance, killing anyone was just a matter of a thought.

This was the path she had chosen, and there was nothing she could do, because the man in front of her was her husband.

She lowered her head and whispered, "I already told him last time. He said that he has no intention of fighting with anyone. In fact, he is doing just that. He hasn't come to make trouble for us for so long. Now it's not his business, but the business of others kicking us when we're down."

The man's face was extremely gloomy. "Even if he didn't do it himself, the actions of others are related to him. Go and beg him again, maybe there is a turning point in this matter?"

Molly shook her head, "He doesn't even reply to my messages now."

The man's expression changed, and he became furious. "I don't care, our family's feud with that Dole is all because of you. If you don't do this well, don't even think about getting any more resources from the family in the future."

Molly could imagine the other party's changing face and the ways they could punish her. Hearing these words, she silently turned around, a tear falling from the corner of her eye.

It was impossible not to regret it, but now that things had become like this, there was nothing anyone could do.

Since the last incident, the Marcia family had suffered a sharp decline, with business plummeting. Until now, they were only relying on a few large caravans to maintain themselves. All the businesses in the city had been greatly affected.

The Marcia family's own industrial structure was very complex, but the most fundamental thing was the caravan. Now, they had basically all retreated back to the caravan.

Molly had previously valued the caravan, which was why she followed them. She didn't expect that just relying on Dole's influence alone could affect a family. A genius pharmacist was too terrifying.

She bit her lip, "I'll go talk to him, but I can't guarantee he'll accept it."

The man said hatefully, "You go and talk first. If it doesn't work, we'll think of another way."

In fact, it wasn't that Dole was deliberately targeting them, but that the adventurers were spontaneously boycotting them. Dole wouldn't sell them potions, and the adventurers who liked Dole wouldn't go to their stores, and they couldn't hold on for long.

For those adventurers, even if Dole's potions returned to the price set by the Pharmacist Guild, they were still very popular because the quality was too good.

As long as Dole could resume supplying them with potions, it would mean that the two families had reconciled.

...

At Dole's feet, there was already a pile of potion residue, too lazy to clean up. He had changed the alchemy method thirty times, constantly changing it. The potions he made included finished products and waste products. In order to refine the potions, he had completely closed off his floor for a full ten days, not seeing anyone.

After thinking for a while, he recorded the results of the alchemy. After thinking for a full half an hour, he cleaned the experimental platform and did it again.

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In the air, a full thirty magical hands each did different tasks, sorting medicinal materials, extracting, purifying. In less than half an hour, a pile of materials had already been placed in front of him. Dole stood there, only doing the final alchemy.

About half an hour later, a beaker of azure potion appeared in front of him, with various psychedelic colored stardust twinkling inside, looking very beautiful.

Azure?

Dole was only puzzled for a moment, then extracted a portion of the potion and drank it all.

In the spiritual world, a large wave of power poured in from the outside, supplementing the meditation method. After carefully sensing it, this potion was actually equivalent to half a month of his cultivation.

"It seems it's done. This is the alchemy formula!"

Dole's requirements for potions have always been to strive for perfection. This was already the tenth successful formula he had created, and it finally met his requirements.

Next was to announce it to the public.

Dole thought about it and decided to handle it in a low-key manner. First, prepare a batch for Aisi, then ask the Orn family how many copies they wanted and have them prepare the relevant medicinal materials. Finally, ask the Glorious Wizard Alliance.

Yes, let's do that. As a partner, this was the Orn family's due treatment.