Wizard Earl

"I know my own situation, there's nothing wrong with me!" Seeing Varga's increasingly serious expression as she examined him, Connor couldn't help but smile and reassure her.

Varga ignored Connor's attempts to comfort her and continued her examination with unwavering focus. Connor could only shake his head helplessly. After another five minutes of examination, Varga finally stopped, gave Connor a deep look, and asked, "How did you get this?"

Upon hearing Varga's question, Connor gave a wry smile and slowly said, "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know myself, Varga?"

After waking up that day, Connor systematically checked his condition and found that his divine sea had some hidden injuries. In addition, there were some signs of energy erosion in his body. When he discovered these symptoms, Connor tried to take medicine to alleviate the injuries, but the effect was minimal.

"Since you're unwilling to talk about it, Connor, I won't force you. However, your current condition is at a critical juncture. If you put everything down now and come with me for treatment, I guarantee you'll recover completely within three years, and it won't affect your future cultivation in any way. But if you continue like this, Connor, you should know the consequences better than I do. You might very well be stuck at the level of a first-level wizard for your entire life..."

"Connor, I'm not kidding, this is something that could very well happen!" Varga said to Connor very seriously.

As Varga finished speaking, Connor lowered his head and fell silent. He was well aware of the injuries that had appeared on his body. Varga spoke very sincerely and did not exaggerate at all. If his injuries were not treated effectively and were delayed, trouble would really ensue. In addition to his cultivation being permanently stuck at the level of a first-level wizard, he might also suffer irreversible mental decline, limb energy transformation, and a series of other very serious consequences.

Despite the serious consequences, after careful consideration and weighing the options, Connor decided to observe the situation further and meet with Elena to see what the Cardinal of the Church of Storms thought before making a decision.

After thinking for a moment, Connor slowly said to Varga, "Varga, do you have any way to provide conservative treatment to temporarily control my injuries and prevent them from worsening?"

Sensing the hidden thoughts in Connor's words, Varga's face was undoubtedly very ugly. Seeing her like this, Connor quickly explained, "Varga, it's not that I don't want to accept your treatment, but right now, Frosinone is the calm before the storm, just waiting for a spark to detonate this giant powder keg."

"The situation is so chaotic, but it's a perfect opportunity for me! The Church of Storms is now united from top to bottom; they want Reyes dead! I can use their power to deal with Reyes. Varga, you should know very well how powerful my mentor Reyes is. Even if you and I, along with Margaret, the three of us combined, would only be able to flee for our lives against Reyes!"

"And Reyes has always had great ambitions toward me. If I don't take advantage of this opportunity to strike first and kill him while he's down, once Reyes recovers, I'll have no chance to deal with him anymore and will be at his mercy..."

"When Reyes comes knocking on our door, even if I'm with you and recover from my injuries, what good will it do?" Connor sighed softly and said earnestly.

Hearing Connor's words, Varga was speechless, instinctively wanting to retort, but ultimately she couldn't say anything. After a moment of silence, Varga looked up at Connor and said, "Promise me, Connor, you must take good care of yourself!"

Although he didn't want to deceive Varga, Connor couldn't bear to look at her hopeful eyes. He smiled and nodded, then leaned close to Varga's ear and said, "Don't worry, I, Connor Ferguson, am very lucky. No matter who dies, I won't. Besides, I haven't married you yet, made you Countess Ferguson, or given birth to little Connor. How could I die?"

Every word Connor said was taken to heart by Varga. Two charming blushes immediately appeared on her fair and delicate face as she softly said, "All you know is sweet talk..."

After exchanging a few more intimate words with her lover, Varga began to prepare for conservative treatment of Connor's injuries.

Varga spent two hours preparing a large tub of medicinal bath using more than ten different kinds of potions and magic potions. Connor soaked in it and could clearly feel the warm energy contained in the bath entering his body through every pore, repairing his injuries.

This gave Connor some comfort. To be honest, although he had decided to deal with Reyes, Connor was also quite wary of his injuries. He was really afraid that because of these damned injuries, he would be stuck at the level of a first-level wizard for the rest of his life.

Connor spent three hours meditating and absorbing the energy in the medicinal bath. After the bath, he took several bottles of medicine that Varga had specially prepared for his injuries. Under Varga's care, he also underwent a minor surgery to remove a tumor that had been eroded by energy from under the skin of his back.

After Varga's treatment, Connor could still feel the effects of his injuries, but they were significantly improved compared to the beginning. This undoubtedly boosted Connor's confidence. Looking at Varga, who had been busy for several hours and looked exhausted, Connor felt a pang of heartache. He cupped Varga's pretty face and gave her a deep kiss.

After a tender moment, Varga, facing another parting, straightened Connor's clothes while advising him, "Connor, although I've used medication to control your injuries, it's only temporary. The effects of the medication will last for at most a month. During this month, it's best to avoid fighting if possible. Even if you absolutely have to fight, be careful not to get hurt. Getting injured now will cause a lot of trouble!"

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