Wizard Earl

Chapter 286 Gray Tarot

"The virus that infected Connor's mind is called Grey Tarot. It is a strange virus that specifically targets the mental power of wizards. The origin of this virus is unknown and it is very rare in the wizarding world. I only saw a record of Grey Tarot in the secret society's books by chance."

"According to ancient records, the Gray Tarot is extremely rare due to the difficulty of its creation. Its form is the grayish-white mist you just described, Connor. Because of its creation process, the Gray Tarot can ignore most defensive barriers and magical artifacts. Furthermore, it is very stealthy; wizards can easily fall victim to its attacks without even noticing!"

"Once infected, you'll end up like Connor, with a small grayish-white dot appearing in your dantian. Basically, all known treatments for Gray Tarot are ineffective against it; in fact, they accelerate its spread. Initially, besides the grayish-white dot appearing in the wizard's dantian, Gray Tarot doesn't affect their dantian or mental strength. This is the optimal time to treat Gray Tarot; missing this window makes dealing with it virtually impossible!"

"Connor, if your current situation continues, that grayish-white dot of the Gray Tarot in your mind's eye will soon grow larger and larger. At that time, the Gray Tarot will gradually devour your spiritual power, and your mind's eye will gradually shrink under the influence of the Gray Tarot until it completely disappears..."

Sitting in Connor's lap, Varga carefully and meticulously explained to Connor the situation of the virus called Grey Tarot that had infected his divine sea.

Connor listened intently to Varga's account, nodding occasionally. From the information Varga provided, he gleaned the following information: the virus he was infected with, called Grey Tarot, was extremely troublesome, but he was fortunate that the Grey Tarot he contracted in the Divine Sea was treatable!

"Auxiliary chip, search the database for information about the Grey Tarot!" Connor silently commanded in his mind. Although Varga's description of the Grey Tarot was extremely detailed, Connor still wanted to check if there was any record of the Grey Tarot in his database.

"Ding, quest established. Searching the database for information about the Grey Tarot. Estimated time: 10 seconds... quest complete. No information related to the Grey Tarot has been found in the database so far!"

There was no information about Grey Tarot in the database, which did not surprise Connor at all. After all, he had already used the auxiliary chip to search for the characteristics of the virus he was infected with without getting any useful results. In addition, Varga had just told him that the Grey Tarot virus was very rare and little known in the wizarding world.

"Valga, how do I deal with the Gray Tarot that's infected my Divine Sea?" Connor asked Varga gently. Unable to find the information in his own database, Connor could only ask Varga.

In response to Connor's question, Varga smiled charmingly, but instead of answering directly, she changed the subject and asked, "If someone cures your Gray Tarot virus, how will you thank them?"

With the beauty in his arms acting coquettishly, Connor, naturally, couldn't resist the charm. He gently stroked Varga's delicate nose and said softly, "Varga, I'll give you anything you want!"

"Hmph!" Hearing Connor's perfunctory attitude, Varga gave a disgruntled snort, then rolled her eyes at him and said with a hint of grievance, "I knew you big bad guy didn't care about me at all. You didn't even know it's my birthday in a week..."

"Uh..." Connor was immediately embarrassed upon hearing Varga's words. After all, given their current relationship, it was quite inappropriate for him not to know Varga's birthday. Fortunately, Connor reacted quickly and immediately began to coax Varga, saying, "How could I forget your birthday? I just wanted to give you a surprise!"

Hearing Connor's words, Varga, feeling extremely wronged, finally reconnected with him, asking with some skepticism, "You're not lying to me?"

Looking at the hopeful look in Varga's beautiful eyes, Connor felt a pang of guilt. He patted Varga's head tenderly and nodded heavily.

Having received a positive reply from Connor, Varga's expression immediately brightened, and a smile returned to her face. After another tender moment, leaning against Connor's firm chest, Varga carefully instructed him, "Connor, you should stop cultivating for the next few days and avoid fighting anyone. The strange thing about the Gray Tarot virus is that any fluctuation of spiritual energy within the Divine Sea will accelerate its spread and development. Only specialized treatments and medications can eliminate it!"

"Even if you don't use the spiritual power within your divine sea, Gray Tarot will still develop, but the development speed will be extremely slow. If everything goes smoothly, it will probably take me three days to refine the Gray Tarot's healing potion!"

Holding Varga's delicate body tightly in his arms, Connor was filled with boundless joy. However, in his excitement, he completely failed to notice the complex emotions and sense of relief in Varga's eyes...

An hour later, Varga emerged from Connor's apartment, now wearing the magical Eusébio mask. Not only was her exquisite and charming face seamlessly transformed into an ordinary-looking, unfamiliar one, but even her petite figure became taller.

After leaving Connor's house, Varga turned left and right, making sure there were no tails following her, before quietly arriving at the exterior of a luxurious building called the Falcao Opera House.

If Connor were here, his expression upon seeing the name Falcao Opera House would be quite interesting, because having investigated Emery, he knew that this bustling opera house was owned by the Kroenke family, and the person in charge of the Kroenke family was none other than Emery, the wealthy businessman Connor had recently followed!

It was evening, and the Falcao Opera House was bustling with activity. Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were constantly pouring into the opera house from the entrance. Varga, who had her face covered, quickly followed the crowd into the opera house.

(End of this chapter)