The Witcher: Elemental Lords

He directly asked his question.

Emperor Yale smiled, "Although the maze world is complex, some of the more dangerous places have iconic markers, and the aura of the dangerous places is very powerful. Just do what you can. The strongest creature inside is only level six."

Aisley then asked, "So, only young people are going this time?"

Emperor Yale nodded, "Yes, only the younger generation is going this time. It's useless for the older ones to go."

He turned his head and glanced at Yuno, "You can go too."

Yuno's calm expression revealed a slight hint of joy.

Dore looked at Emperor Yale, feeling a heavy pressure on his shoulders. Emperor Yale inexplicably gave him such a benefit, and the purpose was obviously not that simple. The matter of the potion was indeed very important. The empire must have a large number of level six or seven injuries that have not healed for so many years. It is understandable that the emperor asked him to refine potions for them, but using this as a condition to let him go to the secret realm, it's hard to say who is taking advantage of whom.

Dore thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, when do you need the potion?"

Emperor Yale turned his head, looked at Dore, and said easily, "Don't worry about this. You should have a clear idea of the potion's ingredients. First, make a list, and I will ask someone to prepare the materials. It will probably take some time. After you are ennobled, if the materials are prepared first, then refine the potion first. If the materials are not prepared, then go to the secret realm first. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's a month later."

Emperor Yale referred to himself as 'Benjun,' which was obviously a preparation to exercise his rights as an emperor.

Da Di (Great Emperor), Di Jun (Emperor Ruler), and Ben Jun (This Ruler) are ways to refer to oneself.

Dore nodded. Refining Super Vitality Potions was not difficult for him, or even not difficult at all. The biggest difficulty now was the lack of relevant materials.

He immediately took out a piece of paper, using his mental power to write lines of text on it.

Emperor Yale liked Dore's straightforwardness.

As Dore wrote, Emperor Yale frowned. In the end, he even wanted to scratch his head. Why couldn't he understand the things listed here?

The branch of a naturally occurring divine tree containing extremely strong vitality was understandable, but what was this 'Tai Sui'? It seemed like he had heard people say that it was an ominous thing. And what was this 'Corrosive Spirit Grass'? Wasn't it a poisonous herb?

He blinked, not understanding.

When Dore finished writing the recipe, he asked in surprise, "These materials listed here?"

Dore knew that Emperor Yale was not a wizard and might not know the intricacies involved, so he said, "They are all necessities, with nothing superfluous. They must be found. I still have some Tai Sui here, but of course, it would be best if Your Majesty could send someone to find it."

Emperor Yale scratched his head a little. He wanted to ask someone, but he was embarrassed to ask in front of Dore, so he could only smile and say, "Okay, I'll go down and ask someone to prepare them. Looking at the things listed above, they don't seem complicated, but a few of the main ingredients are quite unusual?"

He used the word "unusual," which clearly showed that the well-informed Emperor also had things he didn't recognize.

Dore smiled, "This is a recipe from another world. Although it can be used in this world, the style and refining method of the potion are very different. To be honest, even if I write this recipe in great detail, no one will be able to refine it. It's not the style of this world."

Emperor Yale nodded. He understood the issue of different worlds better than others. Some people in some worlds liked to use poison, even in healing potions. He was quite clear about this.

"Alright, I'll go down and ask people to prepare."

George watched his father and Dore complete the transaction, his face showing neither sadness nor joy.

His father was pulling people in front of him, obviously wanting the other party to owe him a favor. This was paving the way for him.

He looked at Yuno and found that Yuno was staring at Dore, and he couldn't help but smile.

She discovered it.

He chuckled and said, "Yuno, this is your savior. I didn't exaggerate, did I?"

Yuno, enduring the pressure from the Emperor, mustered her courage, stood up, and bowed to Dore, "Thank you!"

Dore casually waved his hand, "I just made a deal with George. You don't need to thank me."

Yuno nodded, sat down quietly, and looked at Dore with endless gratitude in her heart. If it weren't for Dore's potion, she would probably have ended up like this in her life, making no progress for hundreds of years and suffocating to death. That would have been so sad and desolate. But now, she had the opportunity to embark on a higher-level path, which could no longer be expressed with just the word 'gratitude'.

After Emperor Yale finished talking to Dore, he turned to Aisley, put on the appearance of an elder, and said gently, "How is Delledraid? I haven't seen him in almost ten years."

Aisley said respectfully, "Uncle is the same as before. Since breaking through to level eight, his spirits are much better than before."

Emperor Yale nodded, "Your father is Westerlin, right? How is the Northwest Army now?"

Aisley's face became serious, "Yes, he is. As for the Northwest Army... A few years ago, we took a part of the Southwestern Highlands. Some of the elites of the Steel Reclamation Corps were lost, and they are now slowly being replenished. The ordinary legions have now been fully replenished and are no longer a problem."

Emperor Yale nodded, "There may be riots in the Northwest recently. I will have Andes take a portion of the Imperial Guards to help suppress them for a period of time."

Aisley frowned, "Your Majesty, isn't the Northwest doing well?"

Emperor Yale glanced at Dore, a hint of killing intent revealed in his smile, "This is just the surface. It will soon be uneasy, and the empire must react in advance."

Aisley really didn't know.

She quietly observed Dore and found that he seemed to have no reaction, just like George next to him.

It seems that something is indeed happening. These two know about it, but I don't, which is really hateful.

Emperor Yale always had a very precise grasp of the data of each army. Asking Aisley was just small talk.

"Westerlin is also very good, and you are also very good. With your family in the Northwest Army, I am very relieved."

Next were all kinds of meaningless words.

Dore, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. Emperor Yale didn't seem to have any airs and was very casual when chatting.

He remembered that Delledraid also seemed to have this temperament and was very nice to him.

Are all these leaders usually like this?

Being benevolent does not make a good soldier, and being righteous does not make a good financier. As an emperor, being able to show such behavior was beyond Dore's expectations.

About half an hour later, a message came from the inner palace, and everyone dispersed.

It was already night, and the surroundings were pitch black.

The four of Dore returned the same way, and only after leaving the palace did they slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

There was a very powerful magic array in the palace, and the Imperial Magician Corps was also behind the palace, bringing great pressure to Dore. Especially the stronger the mental power, the deeper the feeling. In addition, with Emperor Yale, a level nine powerhouse, in front of him, the pressure brought by his huge vitality made Dore feel very stressed. The imperial palace was truly a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

Dore didn't think much of it at first, but after entering this place, he felt the majesty of the imperial capital, which was indeed inviolable.

...

Imperial Guards.

"What, Father wants to send me to the Northwest?" The First Prince Andes had just calmed down for a while when he received such a message.