Wizard Earl

Chapter 500 Flight Potion

"Connor, I just care about you too much. After Grandma passed away, you're all I have left in this world..." Valga whispered, leaning against Connor's chest, her voice filled with sorrow, looking pitiful.

Feeling Varga's dependence and trust in him, even the hard-hearted Connor Ferguson was touched. He gently stroked Varga's back and said sincerely, "Varga, I will never leave you."

The two, deeply in love, lingered for a while, and just as they were about to embark on another intimate encounter, Varga seemed to suddenly remember something. She took out a bottle of beautifully colored, red and pink potion from her spatial ring and presented it to Connor like a treasure. Then, mysteriously, she asked Connor, "Guess what this is?"

Looking at the rather "girlish" potion, Connor examined it carefully for a while, but still couldn't recognize what it was. Since he couldn't identify it, Connor didn't persist and then focused his attention on Varga, asking, "What is this?"

"This is called Pandev Flight Potion!" Varga smiled mysteriously at Connor and whispered in his ear:

"This is a flight potion?" Connor's eyes flashed with surprise as he asked the automated Varga. He automatically ignored the name "Pandev" in front of the potion. He had been in this world for some time and knew that the apothecaries and alchemists of this world had a unique habit of naming their creations after themselves.

The flying potion, like the flying enchanted item, allows wizard apprentices who haven't yet met the requirements to fly to take flight. Although Connor had never seen it, its reputation was already legendary. In fact, as a wizard apprentice alchemist who couldn't fly yet, Connor had been searching in the books for the possibility of crafting flying enchanted items. However, to Connor's dismay, his search, while not entirely fruitless, hadn't yielded much progress. Connor never expected that while he was hitting roadblocks everywhere, Varga had already crafted the flying potion.

"That's right. According to the records, after taking this potion, it can allow flightless wizard apprentices to fly briefly. The flight time and speed will depend on the individual's condition. Connor, you cultivate advanced meditation techniques, and with your advanced wizard apprentice level, you should be able to fly for about half an hour." Varga nodded and explained to Connor.

Taking the flight potion from Varga's hand, Connor examined the precious potion carefully once more. Then, recalling Varga's mention of "meditation," Connor seemed to realize something and immediately asked Varga, "Is flight time and speed related to the purity of mana?"

"Well, from a pharmacological perspective, this potion mainly acts as a bridge, allowing wizard apprentices to fly primarily based on their own magical power. The higher the purity and the stronger the magical power, the faster they fly and the longer they can fly!" Varga explained the potion's principles to Connor without holding back.

"Where did you get this from the secret society?" Connor, having put down the potion, looked at Varga's smiling face, hesitated for a moment, and asked her:

"No!" Varga shook her head, denying Connor's idea, and continued, "While you were away, the Secret Society seemed to be focusing its efforts elsewhere. They haven't been able to provide me with the potions I need, so I went to Getafe. There, at a black market auction, I happened to find a Byzantine-era potion book. That book records several lost potions, but unfortunately, the book is incomplete. It only has the first half; the second half is missing." Varga's voice was filled with regret as she said this, showing how much she liked the potion book she had stumbled upon.

Varga really held nothing back from Connor. After the introduction, she took out a very ancient-looking book from her spatial ring and handed it to Connor.

Connor took the book from Varga and looked at it closely. On the cover, he saw the words "Selected Works of Pandev Pharmacology" written in Byzantine script. After looking at the cover, Connor turned to the end of the book. At the very end, there was a tear, but it was very carefully placed. The tear was exactly at the end of a chapter, and the remaining half should be about a new chapter.

Even though Connor was a history student at Green University and could understand almost all Byzantine texts, this book, "Selected Works of Pandev Pharmacology," was highly specialized in pharmacy. Connor, who only had some basic knowledge of pharmacy, couldn't understand what it was about at all. In particular, the record about flight potions on the cover of this book was like a foreign language to Connor. Connor simply flipped through it, recorded the information recorded on it with his auxiliary chip, closed the book, and began to examine its appearance again.

The entire book has a distinct Byzantine style. The text is Byzantine, and the traces of time on the book are consistent with the appearance of the Byzantine period to the present. Even the paper used in the book is the blue-printed paper used during the Byzantine Empire. After examining the book for a while, Connor focused his gaze on the torn part at the end of the book. A few seconds later, a cold smile appeared on Connor's lips.

Seeing the cold smile on Connor's lips, Varga asked, somewhat puzzled, "Connor, what are you laughing at? Is there something wrong with the text?"

Upon hearing Varga's question, Connor suppressed his sneer and explained to Varga, "I don't understand the contents of the text, so I won't comment on it. But as for the text itself, it is indeed from the Byzantine period, there's no doubt about that. However, it should be a copy, not the original. Byzantine wizarding texts like this would have used crystal balls to carry information. Also..."

Connor paused here, then pointed to the last page of the book and said very seriously to Varga, "Judging from the tear marks, this tear seems to have occurred a long time ago. However, these marks were actually made by a very skilled alchemist using a special technique. In reality, the book was likely to have been torn only six months to a year ago!"

(End of this chapter)