Wizard Earl

Chapter 138 Creepy

Connor held Varga for a full minute before reluctantly letting go. Lately, he had been constantly fighting with others, never daring to relax his vigilance for a moment. But at this moment, seeing Varga's appearance finally allowed Connor to release his emotions.

"Valga, what are you doing here?" Connor asked, somewhat surprised, after calming down.

"Dr. Gulsi sent me!" Varga said softly, looking up at Connor's face, her beautiful eyes filled with joy.

Upon hearing Varga's explanation, Connor suddenly realized that he was not the only one allowed to take refuge in the safe house. As a pharmacology genius of the secret society, Varga was naturally a key person to be protected.

Having figured this out, Connor began to ponder, and a thought arose in his mind: should he ask Varga about the medicine to treat his psychological trauma?

After a slight hesitation, Connor suppressed the thought for the time being. He really couldn't bring himself to bring up this issue so soon after meeting Varga.

Seemingly oblivious to Connor's inner turmoil, Varga's beautiful eyes flickered as she asked with concern, "Connor, have you taken those mana-gathering potions I made for you? How are the effects?"

"The mana-gathering potion? I've been taking it recently, but it doesn't seem to be as effective as it was at the beginning!" Connor said, somewhat troubled.

With Varga's ample supply of mana-gathering potions, his cultivation progressed rapidly, and he had now reached the peak of the novice wizard apprentice stage. He was only one step away from becoming an intermediate apprentice. However, before he could break through that barrier, Connor discovered that the more mana-gathering potions Varga gave him, the less effective they became. According to the auxiliary chip's detection, now when he took a bottle of potion, the effect was less than one-third of what it was at the beginning.

"This is normal. After taking the enchanting potion multiple times, your body will develop antibodies, and the potion's effects will become weaker and weaker. In some extreme cases, the same potion can even turn into a deadly poison!" Varga explained with a smile.

"Uh... isn't this just drug resistance?" Connor thought to himself.

Varga's slender fingers gently touched the spatial ring on her hand, from which she took out a briefcase and handed it to Connor, saying with some regret, "These past few days I've been learning new potion-making techniques from Master Gul'si, so I only managed to concoct these Faful Potions. Connor, you can try this. If only we could see each other every day, I could tailor-make a mana-gathering potion specifically for your constitution, Connor. That way, the effects would definitely be much better!"

When Varga handed him the briefcase, Connor did not take it immediately. On the contrary, he was very resistant to it all, even though his rational mind told him that the potion in the briefcase might allow him to break through to become an intermediate wizard apprentice in a short period of time!

For some reason, Connor's mind drifted to Margaret. If Margaret had delivered the box of potions to him, Connor felt he would have accepted it without hesitation. In his eyes, his relationship with Margaret was purely one of mutual exploitation, nothing more. But his relationship with Varga was clearly more than that…

Seemingly sensing Connor's resistance, Varga's eyes gleamed with an indescribable joy. She gently placed the suitcase on the ground, embraced Connor, and whispered in his ear, "In my life, Grandma was the most important person to me, and now I only have you..."

Sensing the affection in Varga's words, Connor knew that it would be inhuman to say anything else at this moment. With a sigh, he put aside all his concerns and kissed Varga's red lips fiercely.

If it weren't for the lingering chill of the safe house, Connor might have acted rashly...

Connor, retaining a sliver of reason, barely managed to suppress his desires and looked around the walls of the safe house.

"What's wrong?" Varga, whose clothes were somewhat disheveled, noticed Connor's unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask.

"Varga, don't you feel anything special in this room?" Connor closed his eyes slightly, carefully savoring the chilling feeling in his heart.

Hearing Connor's words, Varga's eyes sparkled, and after a moment's thought, she said, "I don't feel anything special, but Connor, you cultivate the spiritual path, your intuition far surpasses that of ordinary wizards, so it's quite normal that you can sense things we can't!"

For some reason, Connor felt something was off about Varga's words, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He decided to put this unease aside for now and, with a wry smile, said to Varga, "Standing here, I always have a lingering sense of unease, as if I'm surrounded by evil and resentment!"

"Connor, don't overthink it. This is the Secret Society's safe house, and what is the Secret Society anyway...? Given the Secret Society's nature, interrogating and torturing a few people in a safe house is perfectly normal, isn't it? Your mentor is none other than Professor, the number two figure in the Secret Society!" Holding Connor's head, Varga smiled and comforted him.

Hearing this, Connor nodded. Varga was right. This was the Secret Society's safe house. If Reyes wanted to harm him, he had plenty of ways to do so without needing to do anything here. He was practically powerless against him now; he could do whatever Reyes wanted…

If Reyes wasn't trying to harm him, then being in the Secret Society's safe house meant he was most likely safe. Could it be true, as Varga said, that the reason the safe house gave him this feeling was because the Secret Society had tortured and killed people in this supply room before?

Taking a deep breath, Connor squinted and walked to the side of the safe house wall, beginning to carefully examine his surroundings.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will have to stay in this environment for a few days, and being in this unknown situation is unacceptable to Connor!

(End of this chapter)