The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Charles looked at the people behind him, then at Orville, and felt inexplicably inferior. A wizard was a wizard, even if a warrior was slightly stronger, their social status was fixed.

He coughed and said, "Then let's go in. Aisi and the others are waiting."

Orville nodded and waved his hand casually, "Let's go in."

Orville was actually anxious because with the level five potion, he could advance faster, and level six would be just around the corner.

Entering from the first floor, everyone immediately noticed the layout inside, and their eyebrows rose.

It was very simple, almost without any layout. It was just the empty interior of the building, with nothing inside. The wooden structure of the floors and the metal structure of the construction almost occupied the entire field of vision. But despite the simplicity of this wizard's tower, standing inside, a sense of inexplicable pressure arose spontaneously.

The density of magical elements within the wizard's tower rapidly increased. Standing inside, it was like standing in the best wizard's tower in the family, even surpassing it. Cultivating here was definitely better than anywhere else outside.

The wizards sighed. A wizard's tower!

However, this was someone else's wizard's tower. Everyone had this thought, feeling a little jealous.

The group exchanged glances and began to climb the stairs. From the first floor to the ninth floor, it was very empty, with nothing at all. Each room was empty, without even doors installed, like an unfinished construction project.

When they reached the tenth floor, there were some decorations on the stairs. Obviously, the rumors were true. Aisi alone owned an entire floor, a large area with more than forty rooms. These decorations were more feminine, and it was said that she had arranged them herself.

Seeing this, Orville couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. No wonder Aisi didn't return to the family's backyard now. It was much better to occupy an entire floor. The elements here were so rich that they were almost comparable to the family's level seven wizard's tower.

She really found a good partner.

Coming here, he realized that Dore actually had fully developed wings.

Orville and Charles exchanged glances at this moment, and a strange thought arose in their hearts. This opponent should not be underestimated.

Going up from the tenth floor was the eleventh floor. Just at the top of the stairs, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and an iron-tower-like man stood at the door.

At this time, the little boy bowed slightly and said generously, "Greetings, lords. Please follow me."

Orville and Charles were slightly surprised at this time because this iron-tower-like man was already a level six warrior, and his aura was strong, even better than Charles.

This was the slave that Dore bought. This strength?

Charles put away his contempt and lowered his arrogant posture slightly.

Orville looked at the little boy, stopped, and pondered slightly. Then he slowly said, "You are Gideon, right? If I'm not mistaken, this is Tawa."

Gideon looked at Orville in surprise. This genius of the Rhein family, who was so high above in Wassenburg, actually knew him?

He lowered his head slightly and smiled, "Yes, Lord Orville, please follow me."

Charles looked at Tawa. Was this strongman from the small country on the northwestern frontier someone he could defeat? But looking at the other party's energy, he was probably much stronger than him. What did Dore mean by this, bringing such a person to intimidate him?

Charles didn't bother to be polite like Orville. He was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He was here to see Dore, not his subordinates.

Passing through the door, they soon saw Dore's room.

This floor was well decorated. There were many things around, but it could be seen that this was his sister's handiwork. Many of the precious ornaments seemed to be from their family's craftsmen.

Was he already starting to favor outsiders?

Charles sighed softly. Girls are always drawn to outsiders.

They quickly passed through the empty hall on the eleventh floor and came to Dore's living room.

Entering the living room, the arrangement here was truly like that of a noble family: simple, capable, and full of noble atmosphere. In fact, Orville knew that this person's title was even higher than his own. He was only a second-class baron, while this person was already a first-class baron.

Dore and Aisi were talking. Seeing everyone come in, he glanced over them and distinguished who was who. Aisi had already told him about them, and now he was deepening his impression. After all, these people were the future pillars of the Rhein family, the next generation of power holders.

He looked at everyone with a professional smile, "Welcome, everyone from the Rhein family. I am honored."

Aisi glanced at Dore from the side, thinking that this expression was too fake.

Charles and Orville glanced at Dore and bowed slightly to each other.

Orville sized up Dore at this time. In fact, this was their first meeting. They had never met before.

However, when he saw Dore himself, he was shocked. This person's true strength was probably not much different from his own.

Dore's aura was hidden very deeply, but he could feel a faint sense of threat. He had a majestic aura that faintly enveloped all directions, encompassing the entire wizard's tower. The magnificence of the aura was simply unimaginable.

This person was probably even more powerful than everyone imagined.

So he took the lead and laughed, "Haha, it is an honor to meet Wizard Dore. As a genius who was promoted to Grandmaster-level alchemist at the age of twenty-five or six, we dare not be presumptuous in front of you."

Orville was sincere. Everyone had seen Dore's efforts. He was too outstanding, so outstanding that Uncle Westerling couldn't refuse. Originally, Aisi had internally decided on a genius from the Langte family, but now compared to Dore, he was just a piece of trash relying on his family. Now, the meaning of this trash also included himself and Charles next to him.

Dore's expression remained unchanged, "You're joking. You two are the real leaders of Wassenburg. Orville, I heard that your Ice Goddess Meditation Technique has been cultivated to the eighth level?"

Orville nodded, "Yes, it's only one step away from the ninth level and advancing to level six, but this step is very difficult to cross."

Above the ninth level, there was no more room for improvement in the meditation technique. The so-called levels and ranks all depended on the individual's understanding of the rules of the world. Therefore, any level seven wizard could easily defeat anyone below level seven, but the difference between level seven and level eight was not too obvious. The ways of fighting were also very different, with the strong being ridiculously strong and the weak being ridiculously weak.

Dore nodded, indicating that he understood.

Orville's meditation technique was the same as Aisi's, the Ice Goddess Meditation Technique. On Orville's body, Dore could feel a deeper level of deep cold. The domain was indeed much purer than Aisi's.

This person was indeed a genius.

As for the other one, Charles, Dore didn't really care about him. He was a warrior, and although his close combat power was strong, he had to be able to get close. Dore's current combat range was around ten kilometers. Beyond ten kilometers, he could bombard this person, not to mention the wizard's tower, which could suppress the opponent in minutes.

So what if he was level six? Level six was just a warrior.

Dore chatted with Orville, deliberately not talking to Charles.

Charles also saw at this time that Dore didn't seem to look at him at all, and he suddenly felt a little annoyed.