Wizard Earl

Chapter 44 Severely Injured and on the Verge of Death

With just one breath, White felt the terrifying power of the advanced meditation innate spell, and the black flames attached to him immediately began to burn.

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White let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed to the ground. He waved his hands, trying to extinguish the terrifying black flames on his body, but his arms seemed to be rusted, and his movements were extremely slow.

Connor watched with some surprise as the Arbitrator rolled around on the ground, trying to extinguish the black flames. Things were going much more smoothly than he had imagined. It seemed that an Arbitrator from the Church of Storms was about to die tragically at his hands. Although somewhat surprised, Connor did not hold back. With a thought, he commanded the Shadow Chains to shoot at the struggling Arbitrator on the ground once again.

However, at that very moment, just as Connor, who thought he had the victory firmly in his grasp, relaxed a little, White, who was already on the verge of death from being burned by the black flames, looked at the black wizard in front of him with a venomous glint in his eyes. He struggled to use the last bit of strength he had in this world to pull a revolver from his gray Arbitrator's cloak, aimed it at Connor's chest, and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a silver bullet shot through the air, heading straight for Connor's left chest.

Just then, the Greenwood badge that Connor wore on his body suddenly burst out with a layer of light, enveloping Connor inside, but this layer of light did not stop the silver bullet from advancing in the slightest.

Connor shuddered, looking down in disbelief at the blood splattering from his left chest, before collapsing limply to the ground.

"Beep beep beep beep!!!!!!!!! Emergency! Emergency! The main body has been shot and needs immediate first aid, otherwise the main body will die from shock due to excessive blood loss in three minutes!" The auxiliary chip issued an alarm in Connor's mind. Even at this moment, its female voice remained as cold as ever.

"Damn it, what a lousy sailboat!"

Despite being shot and bleeding profusely from his chest, Connor's exceptional physical abilities as a professional knight allowed him to remain remarkably conscious.

Connor's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to help himself in this situation. He didn't want to die! He hadn't yet flirted with beautiful young women like a nobleman, nor had he yet discovered the truth behind the path of the wizard!

There were still so many things waiting for him to do! He, Connor, absolutely could not die here! Absolutely not!

"Valga's potion?"

Connor's efforts paid off when he remembered the blue potion Varga had given him, which was said to be effective in stopping bleeding and relieving injuries!

With difficulty, Connor reached into his pocket with his right hand. He was now extremely glad that he hadn't bothered to leave the bottle of blue potion in the apartment, but instead carried it with him just in case.

As he felt the cold texture of the potion bottle in his palm, Connor's eyes showed no hesitation. Although he didn't know if the blue potion Varga had given him would be effective in saving his life at this moment, Connor had no better options than to try anything at this point!

Connor took out the blue potion and drank it all in one gulp.

Refreshing! Sweet!

This was Connor's first sensation after drinking the blue potion. Then, a miraculous thing happened: Connor felt the bleeding from his left chest wound, which had been flowing continuously, gradually decreasing, and his strength slowly returning.

"Beep! The blue potion's energy has temporarily suppressed the subject's injuries, but the anti-magic bullet still remains on the subject's body. According to the chip's analysis, the blue potion's energy can only last for about an hour. After an hour, the subject will be in danger again! Moreover, the anti-magic bullet is only three centimeters away from the heart. The chip does not recommend that the subject take action himself!" Just when Connor thought he was saved and was overjoyed, the auxiliary chip's warning rang in his mind again!

"****!" The dramatic ups and downs of his life made Connor shout out a vulgar curse.

He shook his head hard and forced himself to calm down. An hour, though not a long time, was still a considerable amount of time. He had a good chance of surviving!

Going to the hospital for treatment is definitely out of the question. Chip said he was hit by a magic-piercing bullet, and in Rune, only the police department and the Storm Church have magic-piercing bullets. Going to the hospital for treatment would be tantamount to walking into a trap!

"Looking for Reyes?" The thought crossed Connor's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Reyes's villa was located on the Green University campus, which was in the eastern suburbs of Loen City, while he was currently in the northern suburbs of Loen. Even if he traveled by carriage at full speed, it would be difficult to reach the destination in an hour. Moreover, he had no means of transportation at the moment, and there was a high chance that he would die on the way to find Reyes.

"Looks like I have no choice but to ask Varga!" Connor's face flickered as he made his final decision. It was the weekend, and if he remembered correctly, Varga should be staying at her home in the North End, not at Green University. Most importantly, Connor remembered that Varga's home was at 58 De Rossi Avenue in the North End, which wasn't far from where he was now; it would only take half an hour to walk there.

Having figured everything out, Connor stood up from the ground. His eyes swept over the Arbitrator's charred corpse, which had been burned by the black flames of the Shadow Chains. A few flashes of hatred flickered in his eyes, but in the end, all Connor could do was bury the charred corpse. After cleaning up the scene, Connor hurriedly set off on his way to the Varga family's house.

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"Grandma Mary, how's Varga's cooking?" In a simple and clean house at No. 58 De Rossi Street, Varga asked the somewhat thin old woman across the table with a sweet smile.

Glancing at the several delicious-looking home-style dishes on the table, the old woman's wrinkled face broke into a kind smile. She nodded slightly and jokingly said, "My little Varga will be a perfect wife someday. I just wonder which man will be so lucky as to marry her?"

"Grandma Mary...!" Hearing her grandmother's teasing, Varga seemed flustered, a blush rising on her fair face. Involuntarily, the image of a tall young man in a black trench coat appeared in her mind.

However, just as Varga and her grandmother were enjoying a warm moment together as a family, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door of the house.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!" The loud and heavy knocking sound showed the directness and urgency of the guest outside.

(End of this chapter)