Wizard Earl

Chapter 291 Healing the Gray Tarot

"My lord, I have a suggestion, but I'm not sure if I should say it!" Seeing the helplessness in De Sciglio's eyes, a hidden glint of determination flashed in Barzagli's eyes as he spoke:

De Sciglio's gaze swept over Barzagli's aged face. He seemed quite familiar with Barzagli's style and wasn't surprised that Barzagli wanted to offer suggestions. He simply said calmly, "Feel free to give me any suggestions you have. I'll consider anything that can help the company out of its predicament!"

"The Secret Society!" Though it was just a simple word, in Barzagli's mouth, it seemed to possess some terrifying magic. He gritted his teeth and uttered it with great difficulty. After speaking, Barzagli subtly stared at De Sciglio's face, as if trying to discern something from it. However, to his disappointment, De Sciglio's face remained completely calm, as if he had no idea what the word "Secret Society" represented!

"I never expected the Secret Society to come after you!" Just as a fine layer of sweat began to appear on Barzagli's forehead because De Sciglio remained silent, De Sciglio suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"Thump!"

Although De Sciglio didn't explicitly reprimand him, Barzagli still knelt down before him nervously and said, "What right do I have to have the Secret Society contact me? They want the Master; I'm just a mouthpiece!"

"What are they thinking?" De Sciglio asked calmly, as if he hadn't even seen Barzagli kneeling before him.

Seeing that De Sciglio continued to question him, Barzagli's fear slowly subsided. He knew very well how ruthless this seemingly refined and cultured Mr. De Sciglio could be. He began to regret his adventure today, but there was no turning back now. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Such confidential information is naturally not revealed to me by the secret society. A man named Victor claims to be the professor's butler and wishes to speak with you in person, sir!"

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"This is the healing potion I concocted for you based on the book that records the Grey Tarot!" In the apartment at 16 Land Street, Varga took out five bottles of pink potions from her spatial ring and handed them to Connor.

Connor received the five pink potions from Varga's jade-like hands. Although the potions were tightly sealed in crystal bottles, Connor's innate keen intuition as a mental wizard allowed him to clearly sense the rich spiritual vitality emanating from these pink potions!

Looking at the five bottles of potions, a look of joy appeared on Connor's face. Putting aside everything else, the abundance of spiritual energy alone was enough to elevate his mental strength to a higher level!

"Connor, take one of these five bottles of medicine every three days. This is the first course of treatment. To completely eradicate the Gray Tarot virus that has infected your divine sea, I estimate that three courses of treatment will be needed. Connor, if you feel any drug resistance developing, remember to tell me!" Varga pointed to the five pink bottles of medicine and earnestly instructed:

"Understood!" Connor replied with a smile, firmly grasping Varga's soft, boneless hand.

Connor, lying on the bed, seemed to remember something and asked Varga, who was tidying her clothes in front of the mirror, "Varga, do you know of any potions or things that can help magical beasts train?"

Upon hearing Connor's question, Varga thought for a moment and replied, "Currently, over 90% of the known potions are for assisting wizards in their cultivation. Although there are some that assist magical beasts in their cultivation, they are very few, and there are many different kinds of magical beasts. In Emperor Raul's words, it's a matter of analyzing each case specifically. A potion that is beneficial to one type of magical beast may not only be useless to another, but could even be a deadly poison. Connor, why are you asking this?"

Finally, Varga looked at Connor with a puzzled expression in her beautiful eyes:

Connor paused for a moment, then looked up and met Varga's questioning gaze, saying, "Varga, I have something to tell you, but don't tell anyone else. I snatched an Odin Blood Tiger cub from someone!"

"Odin's Blood Tiger?" Varga exclaimed in surprise, instinctively whispering in astonishment.

Sensing the disbelief in Varga's beautiful eyes, Connor's masculine vanity was greatly satisfied. He nodded and continued, "That's right! An Odin Blood Tiger cub, currently hidden in one of my safe houses!"

As Connor recounted his story, a look of emotion welled up in Varga's beautiful eyes. She knew very well how valuable the Odin Blood Tiger was, especially a cub that could potentially be tamed! In the cold and selfish wizarding world, let alone lovers, even master-disciple and family members might kill each other for this!

"Connor, don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone!" Varga solemnly promised Connor.

Seeing the seriousness on Varga's pretty face, Connor smiled and shook his head, saying, "Will you have time later? If so, I'll take you somewhere!"

Varga nodded at Connor, somewhat puzzled, indicating that she had time, but she seemed to have no idea where Connor was going to take her!

Seeing the petite and adorable Varga's innocent and endearing appearance, Connor's heart naturally warmed again. He pulled Varga, who had just straightened her clothes, aside and gave her another tender moment...

As evening fell and Connor's steps became slightly unsteady, he and the fair-skinned Varga disguised themselves as an ordinary couple and arrived at an ordinary residential area in Rune. This was where Connor's safe house was located. After confirming that no one was paying attention to their safety, Connor activated the concealment and protection magic circle in his safe house and led Varga into it!

"Where is this place?" Varga asked Connor with some curiosity, looking at the undecorated walls and rough cement floor of the safe house.

(End of this chapter)