But if the other party had suddenly vanished, then the matter became rather intriguing.
He sent another message, but the other party simply did not answer.
There was probably a problem. Either this person himself had issues, or his grandnephew had perhaps used words to threaten this pharmacist who might advance to Level 8.
Level 6 and 7 pharmacists were as common as dogs, but Level 8 pharmacists—every one lost was one fewer.
If there was nothing wrong with this person, then the problem lay with his grandnephew. He had heard that the Pharmacy Department held considerable grievances against him.
He should investigate first, then draw conclusions.
He immediately sent orders for the enforcement team to go find Dole and bring him back at all costs. A pharmacist capable of brewing Thunderstorm Potion was still extremely important; perhaps he might even brew Thunder Soaring Potion in the future.
As a Level 9 potion, Thunder Soaring Potion could increase the fusion rate of a certain lightning-element rule by twenty percent with a certain probability. It was immensely important to any force. With the other party's talent, it seemed genuinely possible.
While having the enforcement team search, he thought it over and sent Dole a message.
"I am Ansael's uncle, but I am also a Wizard, and I believe in the principle of equal exchange. I will not interfere much in the matter between you and my grandnephew. You should trust in the Professional Association's assistance to Wizards."
By this time, Dole had already arrived at the commercial street opposite Profession Street and checked into a hotel.
He had completely altered his spiritual signature, physical appearance, height, and even his aura. To him, it was only a trifling matter.
He quickly discovered that someone was looking for him, and that damned