Wizard Earl

Chapter 294 Trust

Feeling the cold touch of the crystal bottle containing the potion, Connor played with it for a while before drinking it all in one gulp.

The pink potion tasted slightly sweet, but with a hint of fishiness. Before he could fully appreciate its flavor, Connor immediately noticed that as the potion entered his body, its abundant spiritual energy caused his mental energy to surge.

Overjoyed, Connor quickly activated his advanced meditation technique, the "Abyss Secret Art." Under its operation, the pink potion began to be fully absorbed by Connor's divine sea...

Half an hour later, after absorbing the effects of the pink potion, Connor ended his meditation. He opened his eyes and happily sensed the changes in his mind. The grayish-white dot in his mind, which was infected with the Gray Tarot virus, had become noticeably lighter in color!

"Auxiliary chip, calculate the effects of this medicine I just took on the Gray Taro virus in my deep sea?" Having regained his composure after the initial elation, Connor silently commanded in his mind:

"Beep! Following the subject's will, calculations begin... The drug the subject just took has about 8% of the effect on the Gray Tarot virus in the entire treatment process. It is estimated that when the subject takes the third bottle, drug resistance will appear, and the effect will gradually weaken. It is estimated that eleven bottles of this drug will be needed to completely eliminate the Gray Tarot virus infecting the subject's divine sea!" A short while later, the cool female voice of the auxiliary chip rang in Connor's mind.

"Eleven bottles? One bottle every three days, that's about a month. Great! I can resume my cultivation in a month! Haha, that masked bastard who dares not show his true face would never have imagined that he would have a genius pharmacist like Varga, who could completely rid him of this bullshit Gray Tarot virus in just one month!" Having received the answer from the auxiliary chip, Connor's smile undoubtedly became even brighter.

However, at that moment, Connor seemed to have thought of something, and the bright smile on his face froze.

The bronze-masked man who cast the Gray Tarot Mist on him... gave him that familiar feeling... why does he look so much like Varga...?

The thought that popped into his mind startled Connor. How could the bronze-masked man look like Varga?

"Impossible! Impossible!" Connor dismissed the idea without a second thought. How could that bronze-masked man be Varga, writhing in his arms? Varga, a pharmacist studying medicine at Gulsi Hospital, how could she be so powerful? In that fight, that mysterious bronze-masked man had suppressed him so badly. If he hadn't used his Necromancer's Binding in time, things might have really been bad that day…

Moreover, if Varga had cast that deadly gray tarot mist on him, why would he have actively healed himself? Logically, it's different!

Thinking of this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Connor's face. He was being far too sensitive, to the point that he could even conjure up such a bizarre idea as that bronze-masked man like Varga... If Varga were to turn against him, Connor Ferguson would probably be dead ten or eight times over!

Varga might have secrets she can't tell him because of the secret society, but Connor is confident that Varga is absolutely loyal to him and would never do him any harm!

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"Mr. De Sciglio, this is Butler Victor!" In a private estate on the outskirts of Rune, Barzagli pointed to the smiling, slightly hunched old man before him and respectfully introduced him to De Sciglio beside him.

"It is my honor to meet Mr. De Sciglio!" Facing De Sciglio, old Victor extended his right hand.

After giving old Victor a thorough once-over, Mr. De Sciglio smiled and extended his hand to shake old Victor's lightly, saying meaningfully, "Back in Hoy, I heard about the Secret Society. It's a great pleasure to meet Butler Victor today!"

Listening to the two main figures exchanging pleasantries and seeing that they had already met, Barzagli very tactfully bowed slightly and withdrew, no longer disturbing their meeting.

However, to Barzagli's utter surprise, after he walked away, Mr. De Sciglio took two cigars from his pocket, took one for himself, and handed the other with a smile to old Victor, saying, "Mancini cigars, top-quality cigars produced by our East Hoy company. Butler Victor, would you be interested in trying one?"

After carefully examining the cigar De Sciglio offered him, old Victor shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his wallet, and politely declined with a smile, saying, "I'm not used to smoking cigars; this Xuanhemen is more to my liking!" With that, old Victor waved the pack of Xuanhemen cigarettes in his hand at De Sciglio.

Seeing old Victor's actions, a strangely relieved expression appeared on De Sciglio's face. Only he and that certain person knew these two coded messages, and since the person introduced by Barzagli could match the coded messages, it naturally meant that this butler Victor was indeed arranged by that certain person!

Old Victor seemed unsurprised by the relieved expression on De Sciglio's face. He smiled slightly on his aged face and said softly, "Professor, please give him his regards!"

Upon hearing the words "Professor," even with Mr. De Sciglio's composure, a hint of excitement couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

"Everything here is going according to plan, Professor, please rest assured!" Mr. De Sciglio said solemnly.

De Sciglio's words clearly pleased old Victor, who nodded and cut to the chase, asking directly, "What is the internal attitude of the East Hoy Company regarding this matter?"

"The hardliners, led by Rebic and Maguire, advocate for a swift victory. Even without the support of the Kaman Empire, they want to concentrate the company's forces to wipe out the Foreign Legion in North Lecce. However, the conservatives, led by Schulz and Hector, while also wanting to fight, are determined to seek support from the Empire's homeland. After all, without the Empire's support, even if they successfully defeat the Foreign Legion in North Lecce, they will face significant trouble from the counterattacks of Fast and Persis!" De Sciglio pondered for a moment before explaining in detail:

(End of this chapter)