He was in disguise, how could anyone recognize him?

Unless someone from the Wizarding Union told them about it? This enemy's intelligence system is really powerful.

He looked at those people carefully and wrote down their facial features.

In the Glory Empire, if you really want to find someone, it is actually very easy. The formation of the Wizard Alliance can identify any wizard through the badge, and basically no wizard can escape. No matter how well he disguises himself outside, he cannot fake it when he comes to the city, unless he uses someone else's badge. But if he uses someone else's badge, the nature of the matter is even worse, and he will be arrested or killed directly after being discovered.

Thinking of this, Dolai turned his head and looked at the wizard tower again. It was not peaceful here either.

He soon arrived under Tower No. 3.

It was relatively quiet below the Wizard Tower, with only two or three people walking around chatting. They were all internal staff of the Wizard Tower, wearing wizard robes and with serious expressions.

Dole came to the bottom of Tower No. 3, showed the token and explained who he was looking for before he was allowed to pass.

…

McLaren stood in the hall, looking at Dolai at the door, and said with a gentle smile, "Welcome, welcome. I didn't expect you to come so soon. You have to stay a few more days this time. It just so happens that the Pharmacists' Union has a lecture for senior pharmacists. Did you get the news in advance?"

Dolai walked in and was a little stunned when he heard this.

"I have seen Wizard McLaren, but I didn't know this news. I came here this time because I had other things to do and I wanted to take a look at Watsonburg. That's all."

McLaren was a little confused. "All the pharmacists above level 5 in the entire Northwestern Province have been notified. How could you not know?"

Duolai thought about it and said awkwardly, "Maybe it's because I was still running around outside those few days."

Dole glanced at Wizard McLaren. This was the second time he met him, and they were not actually acquaintances. But now it seemed that he was a nice person.

"I don't really care about the lecture. I came here this time because I have something to sell that's quite valuable, so I'll be staying here for a few days."

McLaren nodded.

Dolai is undoubtedly a man of great talent. He is only eighteen years old this year, but he is already a fifth-level pharmacist. He will have great talent in the future. Such people are rare even in the Watsonburg Pharmacists Guild. He wants to come here to sell things, and it is obvious that these things must be worth a lot of money.

He smiled and said, "Sure, you can find accommodation here in the Magic Tower or at the Pharmacist Guild. I'll arrange it for you right away. How many days do you want to stay?"

Dolai thought for a moment and said, "I don't know yet, but it will probably take about ten days."

McLaren thought it would only be three or four days, but when he heard it took so long, his eyes lit up, so he said, "That's quite a long time. Can you help me out in the next few days? I heard that you have done some research in biotechnology, and I would like to ask you to help me figure it out."

Dolai was stunned. What on earth was he going to do? Biological research. However, in the spirit of liking new things, he perked up and said, "No problem."

It takes time for Erangel, and it also takes time for him. There are many masters in Watsonburg, and he needs to ask a few to see who has a good place to sell and can sell it at a good price.

McLaren was indeed hospitable. As Dolai intended to stay, he immediately made arrangements. Not long after, Dolai had a badge for a room. It was in Tower No. 3. It was a lower-level room, but not bad either. This was an eighth-level magic tower with abundant magic elements, much stronger than the outdoor ones.

After Dolain settled down, McLaren couldn't wait to gather his disciples to start experimental research.

McLaren has four disciples, two of whom came to help. One is a female disciple, who is in her thirties. She looks very rigid, does things meticulously, and is stern. Her name is Elena. The other is a male disciple, who is a little younger, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. His name is Curry. Both of them are level five pharmacists. When they heard that Dole was also a level five pharmacist, their eyes sparkled.

…

"According to the news, Nadola has come to Watsonburg and is resting in the Wizard Guild. I don't know what he is here for, but this is good news."

In a gorgeous room, two people sat face to face, chatting and laughing.

The man opposite smiled and said, "An eighteen-year-old pharmacist, without a backer or mentor to back him up, it's up to him if he doesn't want to join any force. You should contact him now and make sure he joins our Temple of Life."

The man on the other side nodded and said, "There are many people competing with us in Wassenburg. Do you want to find something for them to do?"

The man nodded and said, "Okay, but don't go too far. Although we have a lot of resources, they are not strong enough."

The man opposite nodded, smiled, and said, "I'll go down and make arrangements right away. There's been a small-scale plague outbreak in Mingze County, which should keep them busy for a while."

The man frowned slightly, then nodded.

…

Meanwhile, news of Dolai's arrival spread throughout the Pharmacists Guild.

In the Pharmacists Guild, many small forces are also ready to be won over.

Dole didn't know any of this, he was helping McLaren.

McLaren wants to do a micro-biotherapy project to achieve the purpose of treatment through the dual therapeutic effects of drugs and microorganisms.

This kind of project is very common for pharmacists above level five, and Dolay has also done it, but the final difficulty of this project is very difficult, because McLaren wants to achieve the goal of regenerating severed limbs, which is a bit outrageous.

The potion he used was quite good. It was called Water of Holy Light. It was a very high-end level six potion that could repair limbs to a certain extent, but the effect was average, so he thought of using biological methods.

Through studying with Wu Shu, Dole knew several of these things, but why should he tell McLaren?

Four people stood in front of the experimental table, armed themselves tightly.

McLaren said, "Currently, the most useful organism for delivering severed limbs is this worm. It can secrete a magical substance that allows the broken bone cells in the body to regrow and grow complete bones. Then, through the power of medicine, it can cover the skin and flesh. But the problem is that the effect of this worm is uncontrollable. Although the bones that grow out are hard enough and have the characteristics of bones, their shapes are very strange and uncontrollable. We have tried many times but have not succeeded."

McLaren seemed to be sighing, but he was actually explaining his ideas to Dole.

Elena's expression was meticulous, she had been involved in this experiment for a long time, her thoughts had long been dry, and she couldn't think of any good ideas at this moment.

Curry glanced at Dole from the side, ready to see what this genius thought.

Duolai thought that the best way to regenerate severed limbs was to merge with the insect body, just like Wushu, he was the insect and the insect was him. This required a strength of formal level five or above and biological attainments of level seven or above. He had also seen this kind of worm in Wushu's records. Although the effect was okay, there were too many uncontrollable factors.

He thought for a moment and said, "It's too uncontrollable and can easily cause bone deformities. But we can change our thinking. What if we let the bones grow first, no matter what they look like, and then use surgical methods to repair them to the shape we want? That would be the solution, but the experimental period would be a bit long."