Wizard Earl

Chapter 510 Untitled

With Varga's words, the matter of meeting the person hiding in the shadows because of "Selected Works of Pandev Pharmacology" came to a temporary end. Connor, who had been "entrusted with an important task," also showed a relaxed expression. As an alchemist, he knew very well how tempting high-level knowledge was to alchemists and pharmacists. He was really afraid that Varga would impulsively go to the Ural villa area to meet the person.

Having dealt with the matter, Connor, feeling much more relaxed, took Varga's hand and led her to another room in the safe house.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Connor asked Varga, pointing to the still unconscious bald boy he had chained to a pillar in the room.

Although Connor not only knocked the bald boy unconscious to prevent him from playing tricks on him, but also sealed all of the boy's magic and mental power, Varga could still discern the boy's true condition from the scattered magical fluctuations emanating from him.

"Excellent! While magical beasts can barely be used for drug testing, the flight potion is ultimately for wizards, so using wizards is naturally the best choice!" After checking the little bald boy's physical condition, Varga gave Connor a sweet smile and said with great satisfaction:

Having received a positive reply from Varga, Connor began to feel impatient. He had been looking forward to the effects of the flight potion for a long time, so without any hesitation, Connor snapped his fingers lightly. A second later, a faint energy fluctuation began to emanate from the bound bald boy, but the bald boy, who should have woken up, remained with his eyes closed.

Seeing that Connor had lifted the restrictions on the little bald man, but the little bald man was still not moving, Varga looked at Connor with some doubt.

Seeing Varga's puzzled look, Connor reached out and gestured for Varga to calm down. Then, a playful smile appeared on Connor's face as he slowly walked towards the trapped bald boy.

As Connor approached step by step, when Connor's footsteps were within three meters of the bald man, the bald man's eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a hateful light. Then, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and the strange blade that he had used to sneak attack the two Storm Church Arbitrators at Casano Manor was the one he hurled at Connor's throat.

Although the bald man's actions were sudden, Connor, who had already anticipated that the bald man would repeat his old trick, did not make any move. He simply shook his head disdainfully. Then, the strange blade that was aimed at Connor's throat was blocked by a powerful mental force in mid-air before it could even get close to Connor. The blade struggled for only a second before turning into fragments and falling to the ground.

"what!"

As the eerie blade completely broke, the bald man let out a miserable wail and collapsed to the ground. His originally handsome face immediately became distorted and contorted with pain. Crimson blood seeped from his nose, ears, eyes, and mouth, making him look extremely pitiful and unbearable to look at.

"Don't think that just because you've gotten some incredible luck and have a soul-enchanted item that matches your soul's affinity, you can do whatever you want and recklessly challenge the enormous power gap between us!" Looking down at the bald boy writhing in pain on the ground, Connor said expressionlessly, without a trace of pity:

When Connor first saw the strange blade that suddenly appeared in the bald boy's hand at Casano Manor, he suspected that the strange blade was the legendary soul-enchanted item that matched the user's soul. When he captured the bald boy and saw the strange blade turn into silver liquid and disappear into the bald boy's body, Connor was already certain that the bald boy had hit the jackpot.

Soul-enchanted artifacts are extremely special in the wizarding world. They are inextricably linked to the wizard's life, making them more powerful than most other enchanted artifacts. Furthermore, as a wizard's power grows, the soul-enchanted artifact corresponding to them also receives a certain degree of enhancement. When a wizard dies, the soul-enchanted artifact completely perishes. Conversely, if a soul-enchanted artifact is damaged, the damage is reflected back to the wizard.

In short, soul-enchanted items are something almost every wizard desires. However, while the method of transforming enchanted items into soul-enchanted items isn't a secret in the wizarding world, very few wizards actually succeed. This is because enchanted items are rare in the wizarding world, and finding one that matches your soul and can establish a connection is even rarer. Since becoming a wizard, Connor has seen hundreds of wizards of all kinds, but he has only ever seen a soul-enchanted item in this stubborn little bald guy.

Connor was genuinely envious of the bald guy's luck. For a while, Connor believed that he had crafted the Castia Staff himself and was very confident that he could turn it into a magical artifact of his soul. However, after several attempts, Connor could only return empty-handed and accept reality.

After warning the bald boy, Connor gave Varga a look, signaling her to deal with him. To prevent the boy from causing any more trouble, Connor hadn't held back at all, directly destroying the boy's demonized soul artifact. With Connor's merciless destruction, the boy would be unable to make any further progress in cultivation without much future opportunity. Not only that, the boy had already been tortured and severely weakened; now, with his demonized soul artifact destroyed, he would be dead within three years, or at most a year!

Varga, having received Connor's signal, stepped forward, examined the bald boy's injuries, and then took out a bottle of eerie green potion from her spatial ring. She fed it to the boy and whispered to Connor, "I've used a potent medicine to suppress his injuries. Within three months, his physical condition will be exactly the same as before!"

"That's enough!" Connor nodded in satisfaction. He understood the subtext of Varga's words: the bald boy, who could have lived at least another year, could now only live for three months at most, after which he would die.

(End of this chapter)