Wizard Earl

Chapter 511 The Little Bald Boy's Fate (1)

The potion Varga gave to the bald boy seemed to be very effective. In just a few minutes, the bald boy, who had been bleeding from all seven orifices, stopped bleeding, and his face, which had been contorted with pain, calmed down.

Looking at the listless bald boy, whose eyes were still filled with resentment and hatred, Connor, for some reason, wasn't so bothered by the fact that he knew the boy only had three months to live. He shrugged and said to the boy, "You could have accepted all of this in a smarter way, but you chose the worst option. So, there's nothing I can do but respect your choice!"

The bald man, who had just calmed down a bit, seemed utterly disdainful of Connor's statement. He said to Connor with a cold laugh, "Even if I agree to everything you say, will you let me go in the end?"

Upon hearing the bald boy's answer, Connor fell silent. He had to admit that the bald boy was right. The matter of the flight potion was of great importance. If it were exposed, it would be something that Connor and Varga, two wizard-martial apprentices, could not handle. If the bald boy's test of the flight potion was successful, and if Varga's flight potion, made according to the scriptures, was truly effective, then in order to prevent the news from leaking out, Connor would also kill the bald boy.

If the bald boy's trial of the flight drug fails, Connor, not wanting anyone to know that he and Varga are working on the drug, will definitely kill the bald boy. In short, whether the trial succeeds or fails, the bald boy is doomed to die at Connor's hands; there is no room for maneuver.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do after you took me from the Storm Church?" Perhaps he already knew his situation clearly. Although the hatred and resentment in his eyes were still there, he stopped struggling and even showed a certain degree of relief.

Connor reached out to Varga beside him, and Varga immediately understood, handing him the very "girlish" pink flight potion she had concocted.

This bald guy didn't seem to be a complete idiot. Seeing the potion in Connor's hand, a knowing look appeared on his handsome face, and he said quietly, "So you wanted me to test the medicine on you!"

At this point, with the truth already revealed, Connor stopped lying and said to the bald man, "That's right, it's a potion, a very expensive one. We dare not take it lightly, so we need someone to try it on our behalf!"

After glancing at the pink flight potion and then at Connor, the bald man thought for a moment and calmly asked Connor, "What does the potion do?"

"Fly! Like a proper wizard!" This time, Connor answered the bald boy without hesitation. He continued, "We've invested a great deal of effort and resources to create a flight potion based on Byzantine-era apothecaries. I think you should give it a try. Not every wizard has the opportunity you have!"

Upon hearing Connor utter the name "Flight Potion," the bald man, knowing he was doomed, had a glint in his eyes. He looked at the Flight Potion in Connor's hand with obvious eagerness, clearly very interested in it.

Sensing the bald boy's interest in the potion in his hand, Connor wasn't surprised. He knew very well how tempting the ability to fly was for a wizard apprentice. When he broke through to become an advanced wizard apprentice and became qualified and potentially able to refine flying enchanted items, he was not much different from the bald boy now. However, Connor did feel a little wary of the eager bald boy.

In Connor's view, although the little bald boy's cultivation level was very low, and he was only a junior wizard apprentice, there was a huge gap between him and Connor, who was a senior wizard apprentice. However, the little bald boy was really brave and had a lot of backbone. The way Connor tortured him before, most people would have given up and knelt down to beg for mercy long ago. But this guy just kept resisting him and didn't say a single soft word. Just for this kind of backbone, Connor really thought highly of the little bald boy.

Judging from the bald man's previous attempts to get rid of the arbitrator, he was not a fool at all; on the contrary, he was a very shrewd guy. He should know very well that with his injuries, the fact that he could recover so quickly must have meant that he had taken some kind of potent drug that overdraws his life force. He wouldn't live much longer. Given the bald man's temperament, he should hate him even more and refuse to cooperate with him, instead of acting like he is now, with a hint of compromise in his actions.

Thinking of this, Connor's eyes narrowed slightly. He felt that the bald guy was up to something again!

"Flight potion, is it very precious? You only have this one bottle?" After observing the flight potion in Connor's hand for a while, the bald boy said casually, while reaching out his hand to Connor, seemingly wanting to take a closer look at the potion.

Upon hearing the bald man ask "Only this one bottle?", Connor, already wary of him, immediately understood the bald man's plan. He smiled and shook his head at the bald man, then his mind raced and the bald man's expression changed instantly. However, this did not stop Connor's actions at all. The bald man simply spread his arms and legs out, sprawling on the floor tiles of the room. Having regained his magic power, the bald man tried his best to break free from Connor's control, but his struggles were undoubtedly futile. Under the absolute crushing power of Connor's mental strength, he was completely unable to move while sprawled out.

"Are there any requirements for taking this potion?" Having done all that, Connor, too lazy to pay attention to the bald boy, asked Varga directly:

Although she was puzzled by Connor's actions, Varga nodded and said softly when she heard his question, "No other requirements, just drink it and digest the potion with your magic."

The bald boy sprawled on the ground, overhearing Connor and Varga's conversation, immediately understood what Connor was about to do. Despair instantly filled his eyes. He stopped struggling, his face resolute, as if he had made some kind of decision. But before he could make any move, some force compelled him to open his mouth wide, unable to close it again…

(End of this chapter)