Wizard Earl

Chapter 344 The Scent of Conspiracy

"Five to seventy percent?" Upon hearing such a number, even Connor, with his deep cunning, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. What Varga said was simply too shocking. In the wizarding world, someone once calculated that the success rate of intermediate wizard apprentices breaking through to become advanced wizard apprentices was about thirteen percent. That is to say, out of one hundred intermediate wizard apprentices, about thirteen people could become advanced wizard apprentices.

According to Varga, a mid-level mental wizard apprentice who takes the Spirit Spring can increase their success rate of breaking through to the advanced wizard apprentice level by 50% to 70%. This means that after taking the Spirit Spring, a mid-level mental wizard apprentice, along with other methods to assist in the breakthrough, can turn the extremely difficult and low-probability event of breaking through to the advanced wizard apprentice level into a high-probability event that can be almost guaranteed as long as no mistakes are made!

Even with the Spirit Spring Potion's significant side effects—such as draining life force and causing permanent damage to the mind and spirit—it's still difficult to achieve a 50-70% success rate for breakthroughs. The wizarding world does have potions with severe side effects that aid breakthroughs, but even those potions, while having a higher success rate than those without side effects, would only reach a 40% success rate at best; 50-70% is a number unthinkable.

"That's right! Five to seven out of ten!" Just as Connor was beginning to doubt whether Varga's deduction was wrong, Varga once again confirmed with Connor with absolute certainty, "I was also very surprised to get such a result, but after several tests, I firmly believe that my result is correct. I think the problem most likely lies in the characteristics of mental wizards themselves!"

"Yesterday, the Secret Society, through that crystal ball, once again assigned the hospital the task of refining a potion. This time, the potion they asked us to refine is also one we haven't encountered before: the Grid Potion. We still don't know what the Grid Potion does; we only have the refining method and a list of the required ingredients. Based on these two points, I believe the Grid Potion and the Spiritual Spring Potion should be related in some way. Pharmacologically speaking, the Grid Potion should be a potion that consolidates cultivation and nourishes the body. If taken for a certain period of time, I believe it can delay the onset of the Spiritual Spring Potion's side effects..."

Time flew by unnoticed, and the three minutes of possession were almost up. Varga's voice, which was possessing the waiter Williams, was becoming increasingly unclear.

"I'll ask for help with my things here as soon as possible and go meet with Connor... Give this waiter a bigger tip." After struggling to say these words, Varga, who was possessing the waiter, fell silent. The waiter, Williams, collapsed onto the apartment floor tiles again, but before his body could touch the ground, Connor raised his hand, and a gust of wind blew the still unconscious waiter, Williams, onto a chair in the apartment.

Connor looked at Williams with some pity. He knew that all he could do now was give the poor fellow some money so that he wouldn't have to worry about money in the final moments of his life. The possession spell that Varga had just cast on Williams was a very powerful spell. Spells are extremely harmful to the possessed person, especially when a wizard possesses an ordinary person. Ordinary people's bodies are simply unable to withstand the energy fluctuations brought about by possession. The radiation that accompanies the energy will cause almost devastating damage to their bodies. Connor estimated that within three months, Williams would show symptoms such as losing teeth and skin ulceration, and he would definitely die within six months.

"Ah..." Ten minutes later, Williams, who had been possessed, slowly woke up to find himself lying in a chair, while Connor was sitting at the dining table leisurely eating the food he had brought. He immediately struggled to stand up from his chair and said to Connor apologetically, "Sir, I'm so sorry, I don't know why, I suddenly fell asleep. I remember I went to bed very, very early yesterday... How rude of me!"

Glancing at the pitiful man, Connor knew his memory had been deliberately erased; he wouldn't remember the cruel things that had happened to him. Taking a sip of his red wine, Connor said calmly, "I don't like being waited on. You can stand aside; I'll need about ten more minutes to finish eating!"

"Sir, please enjoy your meal. I'm not in a hurry!" Williams said respectfully, stepping aside.

While enjoying his meal, Connor's thoughts drifted out of the apartment. Although he had some doubts, he chose to believe Varga's claim that the Spirit Spring Potion could increase the probability of a mid-level mental wizard apprentice breaking through to become an advanced wizard apprentice by 50% to 70%.

If that's really the case, then the question arises: why would the Secret Society, or rather his mentor Reyes, not only conceal the enormous side effects of the Spiritual Spring Potion—its depletion of life force and permanent impact on mental and spiritual health—say that the Spiritual Spring Potion, which could actually increase his chances of breaking through by 50% to 70%, could only increase them by 30%?

"Concealing the side effects of the Spirit Spring Potion, minimizing its actual effects, and using the Glutton Potion to delay the onset of the Spirit Spring Potion's side effects..." Without even thinking about it, Connor could smell a strong sense of conspiracy in this. The secret society seemed to desperately want him to become a high-level wizard apprentice as soon as possible, and to achieve this goal, they were willing to pay such a heavy price. What exactly was their purpose in doing this?

"Cough cough cough..." Just as Connor was deep in thought, puzzled, the waiter Williams, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly started coughing, and an unnatural flush appeared on his face. His coughing pulled Connor back to reality. After taking another look at Williams, Connor realized that the poor waiter's physical condition was even worse than he had imagined. He couldn't possibly last six months; three months would be his limit.

(End of this chapter)