The Witcher: Elemental Lords

In the eyes of everyone, the wizarding world of Wassonburg has changed a lot in the past few years. Dole's sudden emergence and sudden promotion to a seventh-level pharmacist has attracted the attention of almost all major forces. There is simply too much demand for potions.

However, due to relationships, currently only the Orne family and the Rhine family can contact Dole. Others are still working hard on Morris, Sano, and others, hoping that they can be promoted to the sixth level or even the seventh level as soon as possible.

Inside the Chris Wizard Tower, those few people are also close. Several people have already touched the threshold of the sixth level, especially Morris, who is estimated to reach it in the near future.

Dole understands this matter very clearly, and he wants to obtain the maximum benefit from it.

As expected, O'Phiel frowned, but quickly relaxed and said, "I understand this. Then we can take the orders they don't need. The Orne family only has so many fifth-level wizards, and their demand won't be higher than ours."

Dole nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I mean. Now let's talk about the price. As my supplier, I'm giving the Orne family potions at a price that's 10% higher than the market price. How much do you think I should charge you?"

10% higher?

Hearing this, the room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Dole in disbelief. Then, several people kept glancing at Aisha. Why not lower the price, but instead increase it by 10%?

Aisha looked at O'Phiel at this time, shrugged her shoulders like Dole, and said, "The quality is excellent, worth the price."

The air suddenly froze, and the hall was silent.

O'Phiel frowned, "Then we need to see the quality?"

Dole nodded. He turned his head and waved his hand.

A cabinet in the room opened, and a chilling ice aura emerged. A sealed small box flew out from inside and slowly landed on the table.

Dole snapped his fingers, and the box automatically opened, revealing the clear and bright blue potion inside.

O'Phiel lowered his head and glanced at the potion. His eyes suddenly flicked upwards. He understood that Dole's potion refining level was indeed above the other two in Wassonburg. The potion was very clean, with almost no impurities, while the potions of others would have some impurities in them to varying degrees.

Not to mention a 10% increase, if the elders in the family saw it, even a 20% increase would probably be agreed upon.

However, this is Aisha's man after all. A 20% increase is a bit too much. He has already given away his daughter, shouldn't it be a bit cheaper?

He stroked his chin and said, "To be honest, these potions of yours are very tempting. I can't make the decision on a 10% increase."

A 10% increase for a bottle of potion is 77,000 gold coins, which is not a small amount. The elders didn't say that when they came.

Dole nodded and said, "Don't worry, contact them now." He was naturally confident.

He looked at Charles at this time and said in a faint tone, "The wizard side is different from the warrior side. The price of warrior side potions of the same quality will increase by 20%."

Charles was still arguing over that 10% in his mind. When he heard that the price of warrior side potions had suddenly increased by another 10%, he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up with a thud, snorted coldly with a loud voice, and shouted, "Dole, you are hoarding goods and deliberately making things difficult."

Looking at Charles who stood up, Dole's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled faintly, "The number of fifth-level warriors is much larger than that of wizards. A price increase is a general trend. I am just a businessman, so naturally I have to think about profits. If you think it's expensive, you can not buy it." He deliberately dragged out the ending of the last sentence.

At this time, O'Phiel and the others seemed to understand something. Seeing this, even a pig would know that Dole was deliberately targeting Charles. O'Phiel and Emily sat aside, contacting the family elders while quietly watching the show.

Charles's eyes widened instantly, and he said angrily, "Dole, you are extorting me."

Dole said, "The money hasn't arrived yet, so how can it be called extortion? Why did you stand up? Are you going to hit me?"

"You!" Charles was furious, "If it weren't for my sister's sake, I would definitely teach you a lesson today. A 20% increase is out of the question, 10% at most. Are you selling or not?"

Although he was furious, he hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit today, which was to bring the potions back.

Dole smiled and said, "10% won't work, it must be 20%. This is my bottom line. If you can't make the decision, why don't you go back and discuss it with Lord Westerling?"

Westerling is in charge of the legion, and procurement is also under his jurisdiction. Charles came out to purchase naturally under Westerling's authorization.

Of course, reprimanding Charles was also Westerling's idea. As long as he angered him and made him lose his temper, imprisoning him for a few days would be considered Dole's completed mission.

Charles entered the sixth level at a young age, and usually holds great power, is very arrogant, and his temper is not good. This time, he also took the opportunity of coming to trade to reprimand him and let him know that he is not the only genius in this world.

Aisha stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two, with a smile on her face, but she was secretly holding back her laughter.

Charles said categorically, "No, there's no need to discuss this. A 20% increase is definitely not possible, Dole, I think you are deliberately making things difficult for me." He was really angry, and a surge of anger had nowhere to go, so he slammed the table hard, even saying threatening words in the next sentence.

Thump.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw his hand soften, and a large pit was instantly smashed into the hard table.

The next moment, Charles was stunned. He had smashed the table, why was it so flimsy? Oops, this table had no magic circle protection, just ordinary wood.

The table instantly collapsed, and the things on it fell to the ground. This situation also caused the others to stand up, looking at Charles in surprise.

Dole's face changed, becoming indifferent and gloomy, "Charles, what do you mean by this? Are you provoking me?"

Charles calmed down slightly. Hearing Dole's words, his anger surged up again. His fighting spirit flowed around his body, and his aura surged out frantically, as if a piece of armor was draped over him, exuding powerful strength.

"Provoke you? Don't look at your identity. Today, this transaction will only be 10%, not a bit more."

Dole looked at him, slightly frightened. A sixth-level warrior possesses his own fighting intent and understands the path ahead. His strength is indeed powerful. With just a light touch, he collapsed the half-damaged table. This light touch must have had a force of a thousand kilograms, right? If this hit someone, it would be terrible.

However, Dole was not afraid of him. At this time, his acting skills began to soar.

His gaze turned cold, and a threatening aura arose spontaneously. He said coldly, "Let's not talk about the transaction for now, let's talk about my table first. This table is made of high-quality hemlock, and the price itself is 50,000 gold coins. You must first compensate me for my table before we talk about anything else, otherwise, you won't be able to take the potions away today."

50,000 gold coins, this is not a small amount. Hearing this number, Charles was furious, "Dole, what do you mean by this?"

Two words, pay up.

Both of them were furious.

"I think you just need a lesson, Dole, don't think that I'll be afraid of you just because I'm on your territory." Charles was about to attack, but the people behind him immediately stepped forward and held him back.

"Don't, Brother Charles, calm down." At this time, anyone could see that something was wrong.

"You tell me to calm down, how can I calm down? A broken table costs 50,000 gold coins, that's two years of my salary." Charles roared.