Wizard Earl

Chapter 426 Poisoning (2)

"This is... a mixed toxin... and it's... a psychotropic mixed toxin?" Looking at Margaret, who still hadn't regained consciousness, Connor's eyes were extremely complicated. He didn't know whether he should be grateful or unfortunate.

According to his judgment, the poison that Margaret was ingested was the most troublesome mixed poison. The mixed poison was composed of a variety of toxins and was very complicated. Taking ordinary antidotes would not only fail to cure the poison, but would also likely worsen the poisoning.

At this moment, Margaret's situation was extremely critical. The poison she had been poisoned with was very potent, and it had already begun to invade her mind. If she did not receive timely treatment, it was very likely that in another one or two hours, this peerless beauty, Margaret, would perish in this underground palace.

Connor's pharmacological knowledge only allowed him to determine that the toxins Margaret was ingested were a mixture of toxins, but he was powerless to find out exactly what those toxins were.

If Margaret had been poisoned by some other mixed toxin, Connor would have been helpless, utterly powerless. But Margaret was fortunate in a way; she had coincidentally been accompanied by Connor, a psychic wizard, to this dungeon! As a psychic wizard, Connor's mental power far surpassed that of other wizards of the same level. If Connor channeled his mental power into Margaret's spiritual sea, helping her resist the toxins, Margaret wouldn't have been without a chance of survival!

Looking at Margaret, Connor's eyes were filled with struggle. He knew that Margaret's life or death was basically in his hands. Judging from the extent of her poisoning, she could only hold on for an hour or two at most. In such a short time, even if Connor wanted to go back to Rune to ask Varga for help or contact Leonie, it would be impossible for him to do so!

If I don't take any effective measures, Margaret will most likely be finished within an hour or two, and I will lose a very helpful and valuable collaborator!

Why did Connor hesitate and struggle so much, not immediately helping Margaret when not saving her would result in such a great loss for him?

The reason is simple! As soon as Connor begins to try to save Margaret, regardless of whether he succeeds or not, he risks being infected by the toxin Margaret has ingested, potentially harming himself as well!

As he sensed that the Margaret's divine sea on the ground was gradually succumbing to the invasion of the poison, a resolute look finally appeared on Connor's face. He put the silver pendant around his neck, sat cross-legged behind Margaret, and poured his spiritual power into Margaret's body.

Connor had figured it out. If he was afraid of getting infected and causing Margaret to die here, then his plan to strike first and kill old Victor before the secret society could do anything to him would bankrupt him. To survive, he would only have one option: to become a fugitive. Rather than that, he might as well help Margaret now!

Even though they had taken the toxins invading Margaret's Divine Sea very seriously, Connor was still startled when his mental energy directly confronted them. Upon contact, he felt dizzy and utterly exhausted...

He bit his tongue hard, and the intense stinging pain and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth instantly brought Connor back to his senses. Without the slightest hesitation, Connor activated the silver pendant on his body. In just a moment, Connor's mental strength was greatly amplified, giving him the upper hand in the fight against the toxins. The dizziness and exhaustion caused by the toxins disappeared instantly.

Although the situation was very favorable, Connor still dared not be careless and continued to concentrate all his energy on carefully eliminating the toxins that had invaded Margaret's divine sea.

An hour later, Connor had largely cleared away the toxins that had invaded Margaret's divine sea, preventing them from threatening her life any further. He immediately stopped what he was doing. Although the process of clearing the toxins was risky but ultimately safe, the continuous mental exertion had taken a heavy toll on Connor. He fed Margaret a bottle of recovery potion and then sat down to meditate and recover.

Three more hours passed before Margaret slowly awoke from her coma, weakly surveying her surroundings.

"Margaret, you really owe me a huge favor this time!" Seeing that Margaret had woken up, Connor was completely relieved and said through gritted teeth. At this time, Connor's face was still very pale, and he had not yet recovered from the mental energy he had just used to clear the toxins from Margaret.

"You saved me?" Feeling the strong Connor aura emanating from the black robe she was wearing, the extremely weak Margaret took out several potions from her spatial ring and swallowed them, asking Connor with a complicated expression:

"Isn't that obvious!" Connor said irritably, but noticing the black robe he was wearing on Margaret and the complex emotions in her eyes, he said somewhat sheepishly, "You were poisoned and unconscious at the time, and things were urgent, so I didn't have time to think about much else. But don't worry, although I, Connor, am not a good person, I wouldn't do anything despicable while you were in danger!"

Margaret gave Connor a long look and whispered, "Thank you!"

Although Margaret's voice was soft, the emotions in her words were very sincere.

"Do you know? You've been poisoned with a mixed psychoactive toxin!" Connor was very satisfied with Margaret's statement. He stared into Margaret's eyes and instructed her:

Hearing Connor's words, Margaret smiled wryly and showed him a wooden carving that looked like a symbol hanging around her neck; "I think this is what's causing the trouble! You should have seen the Odin's Blood Pool, right? I checked it before going in, and there was nothing wrong with the pool!"

"What is this?" Connor carefully examined the wood carving that Margaret had shown him, but he couldn't see anything wrong with it or anything special about it.

Seeing that Connor hadn't discovered the secret of the item, Margaret took out a small bottle from her spatial ring, placed it together with the wooden carving, and handed it to Connor.

(End of this chapter)