Dolai was somewhat puzzled. Who was this Danube manager? When had he offended the other party to be treated in such a despicable way?
He thought for a moment and said, "How many managers do you have here?"
"There are three major stewards and twenty minor stewards."
"Is this common?"
“It’s not common.”
Dole asked for a while, and then he finished the interrogation.
I don’t know how much time had passed before the manager came in from outside, carrying a heavy bag in his hand.
As soon as he came in, he saw two men in black standing in the middle of the room, motionless, still beating people with sticks, while Dolai stood calmly on the side, seemingly interrogating the two men.
The manager understood it all at once and was stunned for a moment! Someone must have leaked the news. But, could this be enough to deal with a fourth-level wizard? And a biological wizard?
With a gloomy face, he walked in quickly and asked in a low voice, "Master Dolai, are you finished with the torture? Who did it?"
Dole glanced at the bag in the steward's hand and hooked it with his hand.
The steward handed the bag over, Duolai took it in his hand, checked it with his mental power, and found that the quantity was enough and met his expectations.
After putting the bag away, Dolai did not look at the steward and said without any emotion, "Ask them yourself. I drugged these two people and they are unconscious for the time being. Next time I come, I hope to see a few heads."
After saying that, he turned around and left the room lightly, looking nonchalant as if nothing had happened.
But when Dolai took a few steps, his figure gradually blurred, and a gust of wind blew past, and his figure disappeared at the door. Wind Walking Technique.
Seeing this, the manager was shocked. This is one of the most difficult level four witchcraft to learn, but it is too powerful. No wonder others are so confident.
He turned his head and focused his attention on the two people again, his heart gradually darkening. The auction house was in great disgrace this time.
Walking out of the auction house, Dole felt heavy in his heart.
The price that a level five potion can be sold for is limited. A few hundred bottles of potion only sold for one million gold coins of magic crystals. If one went to buy the formula, one could probably only buy the magic potion and the mental potion.
But he only needs these two types now, and he urgently needs to upgrade his level. As for selling them to others, that is another matter.
The magical fluctuations produced by the Wind Walking Technique were very small. Under his precise control, the whole person seemed to be a ball of air, walking on the street.
Since his whereabouts had been exposed, he had no intention of staying here any longer and wanted to finish his business quickly.
Soon, he arrived at the door of the Pharmacists Guild, appeared, and stepped in.
The entrance of the pharmacist is even more lively than that of the auction house. All kinds of people can be seen on the first floor, including adventurers, mercenaries, nobles, young masters, various warriors, hunters, assassins, and people in all kinds of costumes. It is crowded and noisy.
The first floor of the Pharmacists' Guild is the largest pharmacy sales center in Watsonburg. Here, there is a wide range of level one to level three pharmacy. Only after level four do pharmacy become scarce.
As Dole just walked in, McLaren came out. After seeing Dole, he waved and the two of them walked up the stairs in a low-key manner.
After arriving at the seventh floor, McLaren pushed open a door and saw an old man waiting there.
Dolai glanced at the old man and was suddenly startled.
The old man was not very old, only in his fifties, but in the wizarding industry, a fifty-year-old appearance was already very old, and his actual age might be two or three hundred years old. His mental strength was very solid, emitting an aura like a mountain.
Seeing the old man is like seeing a towering mountain.
Duolai understood clearly that this person was probably a level five or six person.
He walked in and bowed slightly to the old man.
McLaren smiled at this time and introduced Dolai, "This is the vice president of our Pharmacist Union who is in charge of the potion formula, Lord Ado, Lord Ado, this is Dolai, the maker of that potion."
The old man glanced at Dolai and was a little surprised. It was hard to imagine that the rumors were true. He was really so young. Not just young on the surface, but truly young.
Dolai bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Lord Ado. I am here to buy mental potions and magic potions."
The old man looked at Duolai and groaned, "You are now a registered fifth-level pharmacist. Your qualifications for purchasing medicines do not need to be examined. This is sufficient. I would like to ask, where did that medicine come from?"
Duolai looked at the old man and said without blinking, "It was obtained from a wounded seventh-level master."
The old man thought for a moment and asked, "Does he admit that he is from this world?"
Dolai blinked his eyes. This old man was very smart. He immediately realized that this potion might not be from this world.
“He’s from the outside world.”
Aduo sighed, and then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "I guessed that it was not a potion from this world. There are several potions in this world with the same function, but all of them are very expensive and difficult to make. Even a level 7 pharmacist may not be able to make them. You, a level 5 pharmacist, can make them. I guessed that it is not a product of this world."
He paused and said solemnly, "I am asking you on behalf of the Pharmacists' Union if you can sell this medicine formula to us."
Duolai shook his head and said, "I promised that master that I can only refine it myself."
Ado nodded regretfully and said, "If that's the case, then I won't say much. Two kinds of potions, a total of 500,000 gold coins."
Dolai was stunned for a moment. It was more than 200,000 gold coins cheaper than he thought. He thought for a moment and said, "Sir, where is the strength potion?"
Ado nodded and said, "The total is 750,000."
Dole heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Then add the strength potion." He handed over the black bag he had just received. Of course, he had kept the remaining 250,000 gold coins.
This is the last bit of money I have.
He swallowed.
The old man saw Duolai's actions and smiled faintly, "With your ability, it's not easy to make money. You can make back your investment by selling just one bottle of that medicine."
Dorae nodded shyly.
He probably had guessed the old man's temper. This man was a true master pharmacist who was only concerned with potions and didn't bother with anything else.
"I put three bottles of potion in the auction house. I guess they will be used as the finale product at the end of the year. In addition to wizards, warriors also need it. This kind of medicine can fundamentally activate people's potential and fundamentally repair people's injuries. Therefore, all professions can use it. A level 6 warrior should be able to buy it if he saves up money."
The old man nodded and sighed, "Comparatively, the potions in this world are much more expensive, and they are all above level seven. This kind of potion is very rare, I hope you can make good use of it."
Duolai nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. This time, things went relatively smoothly and he put all the foundation he had laid before into use. He would also have to meet Alan later to keep in touch.
He came quietly this time without alerting others, otherwise, there would be many people who would want to attract his attention.
However, now that the message has been passed on, he will have to use the magic tower's teleportation array to escape.
He doesn't need to be a level 7 pharmacist to be able to refine potions that can treat level 6 and level 7 injuries. It is inevitable that some people will go crazy. The most direct result is that various pharmacists and underground forces will come to him frantically.
Magic Tower No. 4.
Alan stood at the door, looking at Doley who came in with a faint smile.