Wizard Earl

Chapter 104 The Potion (Third Update, Please Subscribe!!!)

"What?! All these potions are yours?" Connor exclaimed in a low voice.

When did Varga become so wealthy? Given how scarce enchanting potions are in the wizarding world, the thirty or forty bottles in this box must be worth at least ten thousand gold pounds. Keep in mind that the luxury apartment Connor currently lives in in the East End would only cost ten thousand gold pounds to buy.

"That's right, I've reached an agreement with Professor Gulsi. The Secret Society will provide me with materials and guidance, and I can keep one of the three bottles of potions I concoct for them!" Varga nodded, extending a slender white finger and smiling as she spoke.

Seeing the astonishing number of potions in the suitcase, Connor's heart sank. One out of three bottles meant Varga would need to brew three times the amount of potions in the suitcase! Only two or three weeks had passed since their last separation. In such a short time, wouldn't Varga have to brew over a hundred bottles of potions? No wonder she said she'd gone to such lengths to see him!

Seemingly sensing Connor's feelings, Varga was secretly pleased and said shyly in a low voice, "It's just some potions. I can make them anytime, Connor, don't worry about it!"

His eyes swept over the rows of potions in the briefcase. Among them were Sapphire Potions, Mana-Gathering Potions, and others that Connor recognized, but there were many more that he didn't. However, it was precisely these potions that Connor recognized that stirred up a sense of greed in his heart.

After a fierce internal struggle, Connor silently told himself that he would definitely make it up to Varga!

"Thank you!" Connor said sincerely, looking into Varga's eyes. To be honest, Connor suddenly felt like he was a gold digger.

"What's this? Without Connor, I don't know how many times I would have died." Seeing that Connor didn't refuse her kindness, Varga's face lit up with a bright smile.

"My potion-making skills have improved by leaps and bounds under Professor Gulsi's guidance! Did you see that Mana-Gathering Potion? I prepared it especially for you. Professor Gulsi said that it's considered top-grade among Mana-Gathering Potions. When you drink it, Connor, you'll definitely become an intermediate apprentice very smoothly!"

"And that black potion, it's the Carol Potion, created by the apothecary Mr. Carol and named after himself. Its main function is to quickly restore mana and mental strength, as well as to alleviate some pain. With your current level as a junior apprentice, Connor, drinking this will probably restore at least half of your mana and mental strength."

"Most importantly, this dark red potion, Connor, you must remember this clearly: it's the Blood Lion Potion. After drinking it, Connor, your mana and mental strength will be restored to their peak state within three seconds. In addition, after drinking this Blood Lion Potion, Connor, the power of your spells will increase by about 30% to 50%!"

"However! The Blood Lion Potion's powerful effects come at a price; on the contrary, the price is extremely high. An hour after drinking the Blood Lion Potion, the side effects will appear. Connor, blood will flow from every pore of your body. You will experience extreme pain and suffer a magical backlash... The consequences are very serious, so Connor, do you understand what I mean?"

"The Blood Lion Potion is a last resort, a life-or-death situation. Connor, I really don't want you to ever need it!" Pointing to the only dark red potion in her briefcase, Varga said with a complex expression.

Listening to Varga's introduction, Connor immediately became interested in the Blood Lion Potion. Something like the Blood Lion Potion, which greatly increases strength in a short period of time, is something every wizard wants to have, but everyone hopes they will never have to use. In a critical moment of life and death, this kind of thing might just be able to pull your name back from the Grim Reaper!

Connor's rough, large hand covered Varga's fair, delicate hand and gently squeezed it. Connor smiled and said, "Don't worry, you know I'm always careful."

Varga nodded, a hint of hesitation flashing across her pretty face, but she still said, "Connor, please don't take what Professor Gulsi said last time to heart. He'll come to see you on his own every now and then!"

"My mentor, Gulsi, has been very kind to me. She shares her knowledge with me without holding anything back. My potion-making skills have improved so rapidly thanks to her!"

Connor pulled the petite Varga into his arms, chuckling as he gently pinched her nose. "I'm not as petty as you think," he said. "As long as she's good to you, I'm perfectly content!"

"Connor, you're so kind!" Varga exclaimed with a happy smile.

For some reason, looking at Varga's sincere smile filled Connor with a very strong sense of guilt...

"Connor, look at this!" Leaning against Connor's chest, Varga seemed to have thought of something and took out a mask-like object from the spatial ring on her hand.

"Is this the replica of the Eusébio mask that Dr. Gulsi mentioned last time?" Connor asked with some surprise, carefully examining the mask in Varga's hand.

During the Byzantine period, there was a great wizard named Eusébio, who was known as the Wizard of a Thousand Faces in his time. As the saying goes, there are wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. The reason he was called the Wizard of a Thousand Faces was because he had a mask named after him, Eusébio.

This Eusébio mask is a very strange and magical enchanted item. It is said that by using this Eusébio mask, you can completely conceal your true appearance, figure, aura, and even magical fluctuations. You can completely transform into another person and become extremely difficult to be recognized. The great wizard Eusébio, with the help of this Eusébio mask, also roamed freely during the glorious Byzantine era.

"You used this to disguise yourself like that at the Green University train station today?" Connor asked curiously, examining the mask in Varga's hand closely.

"Hmm! I think that wouldn't attract much attention. See, you didn't recognize me either, did you?" Varga chuckled, a hint of smugness in her smile. "This replica of the Eusébio mask, and this spatial ring on my hand—Instructor Gulsi said it was a gift from the professor, the second-in-command of the Secret Society, as a token of our meeting. That professor is really generous, giving me such valuable things right off the bat!"

(End of this chapter)