Morris slowly walked out of the wizard tower, raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sun in late June is still very strong, and when it shines on people, their skin feels a bit hot.

He put his arms under the wide magic robe and walked out leisurely. Today was the banquet of the Sikong family. It was said that two younger generations of the Sikong family had conflicts with Dolai. He wanted to go and see who the nobles who were rumored to be against Dolai were and who dared to cause trouble for a fourth-level wizard and a sixth-level pharmacist.

Morris's own strength has also reached level four. Considering his age, and at least part of Dole's potion had gone into his stomach, it was hard not to improve.

The Sikong family is not a top family, but it is also among the high-level families. Many years ago, it was committed to the development of the family on the wizard side. The development was quite rapid and it did not fall behind many families. However, compared with the wizard side, the development of the warrior side was still not lagging behind.

The banquet was held in the backyard. Banquets at the wizard level were a bit mysterious and it was impossible for them to be held in the front hall.

Arriving at the entrance, Morris showed the invitation and someone soon took him in and to the back.

He soon saw several familiar faces, several pharmacists who belonged to the pharmacist sequence. These people were not nobles, but commoners recruited by the nobles. They were not very strong, and the strength of the pharmacists was not that great either.

In addition, he also saw other noble wizards, who were old acquaintances he had met recently.

He straightened his clothes and walked over with a smile.

Today, he came here specifically to inquire about the news, so he had to act serious.

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McLaren has been doing very well recently. After mastering the technique of recasting severed limbs, he and his students have had opportunities for development. In addition to ordinary soldiers, he has some regular customers from the legion.

To be precise, it was the lieutenants on the front line who would occasionally bring some disabled retired soldiers to receive limb regeneration technology. After a while, everyone became familiar with each other, and McLaren became a regular customer of theirs, and occasionally he would get some news.

Hansen brought some people here again today. They were three highly disabled soldiers, but their injuries were relatively minor. One had his right palm severed, one had his entire left arm completely gone, and one had his foot gone.

For soldiers, such injuries are enough to ruin their lives, but here at McLaren, they can be reborn, which is a great thing, although the price is a bit high.

"Here I am again." Hansen sighed and said, "These three are my former subordinates, all level 5 warriors. I have saved enough money recently, so I brought them here to show off my wealth."

McLaren was very favorable to the military, at least one-third cheaper than others. These three people must have retired and could be treated as ordinary people, but McLaren still had to give face to the people brought by Hansen. Moreover, these three people were very powerful and could go back to the battlefield after being cured, which did not violate his principles.

At this time, the three of them looked at McLaren with hope on their faces.

McLaren groaned for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "We are all men who have shed blood and tears for the empire. It's okay, leave it to me. Lord Hansen, you have been coming here more frequently recently. Is there something going to happen?"

McLaren was relatively isolated from the news, and only now is it aware of the situation.

Hansen smiled and said, "Your news is a little behind the times. The news has spread throughout the professional circles in the northwest. Don't you know?"

McLaren asked his disciples to help the three people go down for treatment. He did not personally participate, so he said curiously, "I really didn't know. Is there going to be another war in the northwest?"

Hansen nodded solemnly, "This time it's the southwest highlands. According to the information detected by the Flame Adventure Group, there is a very rich magic crystal mine there, as well as a lot of mithril, activated copper, various energy metals and other high-grade materials. After consultation between the two major northwestern military forces and the Imperial Mage Corps, they decided to attack the Youchi in the southwest highlands."

Hearing the name of the metal, McLaren was stunned. Mithril is the most important material for making alchemical equipment above level six. It is a metal with extremely excellent magical conductivity. Currently in the market, one gram of mithril is worth up to 100,000 gold coins. You can imagine.

But it quickly figured it out. "As for the wizards, is it the Imperial Mage Corps? Or the Glorious Wizard Union? Or a combination? As for the potions and logistics, who is providing them?"

Hansen felt a headache after hearing these words. He patted his forehead and said, "You wizards, why do you ask me these questions every time you see me? It's so annoying."

McLaren said awkwardly, "Isn't this caring?"

Hansen snorted, "You're concerned about the money. However, there are indeed many opportunities this time, because we have integrated the power of the entire northwest, so the gap is huge. We will use various methods to bid at that time, but it's not time yet. What are you afraid of? You have this skill. As long as you can hold on until the end of the war, you will make a fortune in minutes."

When the war is over, there will inevitably be a large number of disabled people. Will McLaren still be overcrowded by then?

McLaren shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with money. I'm just asking casually. There are many pharmacist organizations on the wizard side. Although our pharmacist union still occupies the majority, there are still many low-level pharmacists who have united privately to form teams to sell potions. I'm just asking casually. How can I make money here? Your money. To be honest, I can't make much from your money. Of the money I make, I have to pay a part of the patent fee to Dolai. There is not much money at all."

Hansen was a little surprised and asked, "Why, what does your treatment plan have to do with him? I've heard this name so many times recently that calluses are about to fall out of my ears."

McLaren looked at Hansen in confusion, "You don't know that there are only a few level six pharmacists in Wassenburg?"

Hansen was stunned. A level six pharmacist?

He blinked and thought to himself, no wonder the higher-ups always mention this person and there have been many quarrels. It turns out he is at level six. Is this plan for treating disability also from someone else?

Thinking of this, he became more thoughtful and asked, "Is Dolai just one person or a team? Can they handle large-scale treatment?"

McLaren immediately laughed, "They have an independent wizard tower, which is as high as level six, and they have thirty or forty level three and four pharmacists under them. They teach their own classes and pass on their experience as level five pharmacists. Even I occasionally go to listen to their classes. What do you think?"

Hansen gasped, "Then why haven't I heard of it before?"

"He is only 21 years old this year. He can be considered a young genius. He has only been here for a short time, and many people are suppressing him. It is normal not to hear his name, especially the legion system. There seems to be some contradictions in it recently." McLaren said after thinking for a while.

He was also aware of Dolai's situation and said it casually.

It would take several days to treat the injury, so Hansen had to stay in the city for a few days. That afternoon, he returned to his family to ask people and get information.