Wizard Earl

Chapter 411 The Plotted Poisoning

Back in the apartment, Connor felt somewhat sorry for George, but since George had already resigned himself to his fate, there was nothing he, as an outsider, could do...

Connor didn't have much time to think about George's affairs. The day after meeting George, in his apartment at 16 Land Street, he received a guest that surprised him greatly late at night!

"How did you get here?" Connor asked in a deep voice, looking at Varga, whose face was pale and pitiful.

Looking at Connor with resentment, Varga didn't answer his question. Instead, she uttered words that struck Connor like a bolt from the blue: "Did you already know the Secret Society was going to attack you?"

Although he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, Connor's composure had long since been honed by so many experiences. On the surface, he remained calm and asked Varga, "What's wrong?"

Upon hearing Connor's words, Varga took out a green pill from her spatial ring and pushed it into the air between her and Connor. Seeing this, Connor raised his hand to take the poison pill, but she quickly stopped him, saying, "This is a primordial poison pill! It's extremely poisonous. Remember, do not let it come into any contact with your body!"

Upon receiving Varga's reminder, Connor immediately stopped what he was doing and began to observe carefully with his mental power. What he observed truly shocked Connor. Although he was not very proficient in potion science, he still had the most basic common sense. The poison on this thing, which Varga called the "Origin Poison Pill," was far more potent than any poison Connor had ever encountered before.

"The secret society sent you to concoct this thing to harm me?" Connor raised an eyebrow and asked Varga with a half-smile:

Connor's words immediately brought a look of sorrow to Varga's beautiful eyes again. She looked at Connor and said softly, "Your mentor knows our relationship. The potion that needs to be concocted, passed down from Professor Gulsi after his death, has absolutely nothing to do with you!"

"Oh, right! I almost forgot to congratulate you! Congratulations on becoming the hospital's vice president!" Connor raised his glass, smiling as he congratulated Varga.

A month after Dr. Gulsi's death, Connor observed a very interesting phenomenon: the famous Dr. Gulsi Private Hospital in Rune had been renamed Dr. Ivanka Private Hospital. Dr. Ivanka had been the vice president of the hospital when Dr. Gulsi was in charge, and both she and Dr. Gulsi Hospital were members of the Imperial Registered Physicians Association.

The official announcement regarding the hospital's change of ownership stated that Dr. Gulsi, missing his son who was developing his career in the capital, transferred the hospital to Dr. Ivanka and moved to the capital. For Connor, who took over the hospital was unimportant; what mattered was that at the bottom of the announcement, it stated that to enhance the hospital's treatment capabilities, Angelina Hospital had specifically hired Dr. Angelina to serve as the vice president of Dr. Ivanka's private hospital. The painting introducing this Vice President Angelina prominently featured Varga disguised as Eusebio.

It is clear that Varga handled the aftermath of killing Dr. Gulsi very well. Not only did she get the Secret Society to tacitly accept Gulsi's death, but she also took another step forward, moving from behind the scenes to the forefront and becoming the hospital's vice president under the alias Angelina!

"Connor, I know I've lost your trust because of what happened with Professor Gulsi, but I can't explain it to you right now. However, you must find a way to get Old Victor to take this Primal Poison Pill. The Storm Church is keeping a very close eye on the Secret Society, and all the official wizards in the Society are in hiding. So, it's very likely that Old Victor is the one who attacked you!" Varga ignored Connor's "congratulations" and pointed to the Primal Poison Pill, speaking very seriously to Connor:

Hearing Varga instruct him to use this "primitive poison pill" to trap old Victor, Connor instinctively wanted to feign shock and ignorance, just in case Varga was testing him on behalf of the Secret Society. However, the words caught in his throat. After a moment's hesitation, Connor's smile faded, and he looked directly into Varga's eyes, saying, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Meeting Connor's gaze, Varga nodded without hesitation.

"My mentor, a professor from the secret society, taught me advanced meditation techniques, imparted to me the alchemy he had dedicated his life to, and provided me with all sorts of resources, allowing me to become a senior wizard apprentice step by step... I think I have to admit that without my professor, I could not have gotten to where I am today."

As he spoke, a strange and desolate smile appeared on Connor's face. He stared at Varga's exquisite and pretty face and slowly said again, "I won't resent your choice to leave. With your talent in potion making, as long as you don't make a big mistake, both the professor and the secret society will choose to forgive you. You don't need to become my sacrificial lamb!"

To Connor's surprise, after hearing his words, Varga looked at him silently. As she looked at him, her eyes reddened, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

"Connor Ferguson...you bastard...all I did was not explain to you, why do you always doubt me and test me?...Do you really want me to take my heart out and show it to you?"

Faced with Connor's renewed probing, Varga seemed to lose control of her emotions, tearfully accusing Connor.

Seeing the girl he once held in his arms in this state, even Connor, with his heart of stone, felt a pang of pity. He silently took out a silk handkerchief from his spatial ring and handed it over.

Varga glared fiercely at Connor, then took the handkerchief and wiped her tears. After a long while, once she had calmed down, Varga held up one finger to Connor and said firmly, "One month! Connor, give me one month. After one month, no matter what you ask me, I will tell you!"

Seeing that Varga had taken the initiative to make a one-month agreement with him, Connor's expression softened, and he nodded, saying, "Then I'll look forward to a month from now!"

After the January agreement was made, the issue of "trust" between Connor and Varga was considered resolved. Varga took out a portrait of a woman from her spatial ring, opened it, and showed it to Connor, saying, "This guy, Connor, have you seen him before?"

(End of this chapter)