"Those things are with Lord Allen. If you have time, you can go to see Lord Allen. Is there anything else you need?" Axe was now a little afraid of the young man.
Duolai thought about it, relaxed his expression, and smiled faintly, "Then let's do the third business. I want to buy something."
Axel's scalp tingled. As a pharmacist, what did this guy want to buy? It couldn't be the sixth-level poison formula, right?
He said calmly, "Please speak?"
Duolai said without thinking, "I need a high-quality, high-capacity alchemy furnace, preferably made of dark and fire attributes. The better the quality and the larger the volume, the better."
Axe breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't buying the poison formula, it would be fine. He nodded and said, "Although the kind you mentioned is rare, we can help you keep an eye out for it. The dwarves should have a lot of unsold stock. We can help you contact them."
Dole was stunned for a moment. Wow, it was worthy of being Watsonburg. An auction house actually had so many tricks.
He nodded and said, "That's it, I need a reply as soon as possible."
The two men delivered all the remaining things, and Dolai turned and left, with no intention of staying here at all.
He didn't get a good impression here twice in a row and he didn't like it here at all.
In the slightly dark room, Dolai's back slowly disappeared at the door.
Cold sweat broke out on Axe's head. He carefully held the things in his hands, immediately sent out a message, and quickly called for someone to come and deal with it. Damn, these things in his hands were simply bombs.
Soon after, Axel appeared in Singlen's office and told him what had happened.
Singlen called the pharmacist from the auction house over and after carefully inquiring about the situation, he decided not to make it public and keep the matter secret. Fortunately, with Dole's batch of poisons, they could take the next step.
However, he had experienced Dolai's methods. The last time he came, the auction house had offended him. This time, he was just giving them a warning and using these poisons to demonstrate his strength. This little guy was really not simple.
After sending everyone away, Singlen stood alone in the room, thinking quietly.
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Back in the sunshine, Dolai felt a little warmer, and the gloom brought to him by the auction house behind him slowly disappeared.
Selling poison was just a cover, his purpose was to deter.
With a slight smile on his lips, he slowly walked towards the street. He hadn't had a good walk around the place the last time he came here, so he decided to take a good look around this time.
As the center of the Northwestern Province, Watsonburg is surrounded by mountains. On each mountain peak, there is a watchtower every few meters, guarded by wizards and warriors. Each watchtower is a magic circle with various functions. Of course, the most common one is for reconnaissance. The annual maintenance costs and daily consumption of these magic circles alone are not small.
Watsonburg doesn't look big, but the space planning inside is very good. The crowded people here do not seem to have the impetuousness of big cities, but rather they are all very comfortable. Everyone walks around on the streets with smiles on their faces.
The living standards of the people here are obviously very high. Ordinary people also wear very nice clothes, while some nobles wear clothes that are more colorful, gorgeous, and noble than their own dresses. The people here seem to pay more attention to aesthetics.
Dole turned into a restaurant, ordered some food at random, and then started praising it highly, saying that the big city was just different.
He went to the bathroom, changed into his original appearance and walked out slowly.
On the streets, humans were everywhere, and from time to time one could see people of various races, dwarves, werewolves, and some tall barbarians. In addition to people of all races, there were also some nobles leading various domesticated and well-behaved monsters following behind their masters, looking mighty and heavy.
Dolai felt that this was the real magic city.
Compared to the Northern Kingdom, this is where people should live. The cities in the Northern Kingdom can only be considered as the countryside.
However, it is obvious that the Northern Kingdom has more warriors and its people are more tough, and its overall combat effectiveness is actually not weaker than that of the Empire of Glory.
Thinking of this, Duolai slowly walked into the city.
Soon, he arrived under the Glory Wizard Tower.
Just then, behind him, the crisp sound of horse hooves came from a distance and slowly stopped beside him.
Dole turned his head and saw a young man, a noble boy in gorgeous clothes, jumping off his horse and looking at him with a smile.
"I'm Gretel, and I've met Wizard Dolai."
Gretel is also a wizard herself, and even a member of the youth program, so when she saw Doley, she was a little surprised and came forward to say hello.
What shocked him was that this person was already level four. He could reach level four without relying on the resources of the Glory Wizard Union. This was simply astonishing. You know, the people in their youth program had just reached level four not long ago and were still consolidating their strength.
Dolley looked at Gretel, without any impression.
He bowed slightly and said, "Hello, I don't think I've seen you before." After saying this, he frowned.
Gretel smiled gently, "Please don't be nervous, Wizard Dolai. I have no ill intentions. I am from the Orne family. Our family specializes in various medicinal herbs. I think we can cooperate with Wizard Dolai."
He knew Dolai's background very well. If he could bring his magic tower to Watsonburg, he would immediately become the third largest pharmacist force in the Watsonburg area, and there would be many opportunities for cooperation in the future, so he came up to say hello.
Dolai was stunned for a moment. It was like someone sent a pillow just when he was sleepy. No, this was business coming to him on its own. It was at most a business partnership.
He thought for a moment and said, "The Orne family? Specializing in all kinds of medicinal herbs?" He didn't know the distribution of power in Watsonburg, so he was not sure whether what this guy said was true.
Grete nodded and a confident smile appeared on his face. "Please believe me, there is no one who knows more about medicinal materials than our Orne family, and there is no medicinal material dealer with a more extensive business than our Orne family in the entire Northwest." He said in a heavy tone.
Dolai raised his eyebrows. This guy is quite confident.
He nodded and said calmly, "If that's the case, please help me prepare a hundred doses of the sixth-level spiritual power potion ingredients and ship them to Erangel College. Then we'll settle the payment."
Gretel was stunned, then took a breath.
On the one hand, the number of Dolai's medicinal materials was huge. On the other hand, the other party's eyes clearly showed that he did not trust him. One hundred copies was a great test for him. What did one hundred copies mean? Oh my goodness.
Grete was in high spirits, and immediately vowed, "I'll receive the goods in ten days." He turned his head and glanced at the wizard tower in front of him, and said, "Are you going to the wizard tower? We can go together!"
Duolai was a little surprised, even a little stunned. Could this guy really get the medicinal materials for 100 potions? All the major chambers of commerce in Huazi City combined did not have this strength. One medicinal material, if calculated at most, could be used to refine more than a dozen bottles of potion, and at least 7 or 8 bottles. One bottle cost 10,000 gold coins, which means at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan, and the raw materials were at least more than 10,000. 100 portions would be more than 1 million. Such a big business was completed so easily?