In the square behind the association, as an eighth-level wizard tower powered up, a group of pharmacists and quite a few wizards left Unwounded City, flying out of the city at tremendous speed.
Fortunately, everyone had their own room inside the wizard tower, giving Dole some peace to cultivate. At that moment, he transmitted the formula to this world, and all his avatars began moving at once, examining the feasibility of the potion formula.
The wizard tower moved swiftly, the scenery beyond the window streaking backward. As Dole pondered, he stood by the window and watched the view outside.
This antidote had no name; it could be said to be something improvised for temporary use. It involved three minor laws, and was not complicated to brew, making it easy to learn. The initial success rate probably would not be very high, but there would be output in three to five days. By then, ordinary pharmacists could make money from it. This matter could be considered a small benefit, though it was rather taxing.
Setting the matter of the potion aside, Dole looked outside, and his mental power immediately seeped into the room.
The wizard tower beneath his feet was quite good. It was pretty fast.
Very soon, he discovered that his mental power could not infiltrate the wizard tower beneath him at all. When he tried to spy on it, he had nearly been discovered. He hurriedly stopped.
About two hours later, the wizard tower slowly came to a halt, landing atop a mountain in a mountain range.
Dole took a rough look around and raised his brows. What a coincidence—it was the mountain range beside the valley through which he had arrived. Its official name was the Aisby Mountains.
At some point, a road had been built in from