Wizard Earl

Chapter 513 The Little Bald Boy's Fate (3)

"Valga, hurry up and record the data from this guy. The mana consumption is too high. I can only last for one more minute at most! Hurry up!" Connor's expression turned serious, and the smile on his face disappeared. He flicked his fingers and cast several spells to send mana to the bald boy to maintain his flight mana consumption. At the same time, he quickly reminded Valga, who was extremely happy about the successful test of the flight potion.

Upon hearing Connor's reminder and seeing the seriousness on his face, Varga immediately understood the gravity and urgency of the situation. She then took out several instruments from her spatial ring and began to intently observe the little bald head floating in mid-air.

Time ticked by, but for Connor, who was maintaining his bald head's flight, it felt like an eternity. The immense drain on his magical energy caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead, which then condensed and slid down his angular face to the ground…

Despite the extremely difficult situation, Connor gritted his teeth and persevered. He had to buy Varga time so that Varga, as an apothecary and creator of the flight potion, could observe the effects of the flight potion on the bald boy, record data to identify problems, and see if the flight potion had any defects or shortcomings that were not discovered during the refining process, and whether there was any possibility of improvement or optimization.

"Five...four...three...two...one..." Connor silently counted down the time in his mind. When he counted to "one," he raised his face, which had become somewhat pale due to the excessive consumption of magic power, and looked at Varga. Varga, who had finished recording the data, nodded to Connor with heartache, indicating that she had finished recording.

With Varga's approval, Connor finally relaxed. Without any hesitation, he immediately cut off the magical power supply that was maintaining the little bald man's flight. Without Connor's magical support, the little bald man immediately fell from mid-air. However, what was even more terrifying was that because Connor's disconnection was so sudden, and because the little bald man himself had no magical power, the backlash from the huge magical power consumption caused by losing Connor's flight-supporting potion immediately took effect on the little bald man. Before the little bald man's body had even completely fallen from mid-air, it had already disintegrated into clumps of flesh and blood, scattered on the floor of the room, looking extremely miserable.

Although the little bald man died a terrible death, Connor, whose magic power was greatly depleted, no longer had the energy to pay attention to him. Desperate to recover quickly, he immediately sat cross-legged on the floor, took out several bottles of potions that Varga had made for him to restore wizard magic power from his spatial ring, and began to take the potions to restore his magic power.

As for Varga, her heart was entirely devoted to her lover, Connor, and she gazed at him with concern. She had neither the time nor the energy to pay attention to the little bald head that had become a mass of flesh and blood…

An hour later, Connor, whose pale face gradually regained color, opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Varga's pretty face, filled with worry and concern. To reassure Varga, Connor forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine! It's just that my magic power was too depleted."

Although Connor said he was fine, the stubborn Varga still couldn't help but place her delicate hand on Connor's wrist to check his condition. After a few minutes, once she confirmed that Connor was alright, Varga's expression improved, but she still complained to Connor, "Next time, don't push yourself like that! You looked so scary just now!"

Sensing Varga's concern for him, Connor felt a warmth in his heart. He embraced Varga's slender waist and whispered, "Don't worry, don't you know me? I always act within my capabilities and think things through carefully before acting! You've checked, I'm really fine!"

Hearing Connor's explanation, Varga couldn't help but give Connor a few more words of advice before she was finally relieved.

After calming Varga down, Connor glanced at the clumps of flesh scattered around the room and understood the bald boy's fate. He felt a pang of regret. Ever since recognizing the strange blade that had merged with the bald boy's body as a soul-enchanted artifact, Connor had been extremely interested in how the boy had acquired it. However, fearing that using a soul-searching technique on the boy might drive him insane and affect the experimental flight serum, Connor had planned to search the boy's soul after the drug trials. But now it seemed that Connor's plans hadn't kept up with the changes.

The backlash from the flight potion was terrifying. Even Connor, who was practicing advanced meditation, was nearly drained dry by it. The bald boy, only a novice wizard apprentice and already severely injured, was naturally doomed...

Although he felt a little disappointed that he hadn't figured out how the bald boy possessed a soul-enchanted item, Connor shifted his attention to the flight potion, turning to Varga and asking, "How's the flight potion? Any problems?"

Upon hearing Connor mention the "flight potion," a complex expression appeared on Varga's pretty face. She pondered for a moment, carefully choosing her words, and said to Connor, "The potion is generally fine. As long as the wizard apprentice's magic power is sufficient to support the consumption of flight, the flight potion can allow the wizard apprentice to fly. However, there is one small problem that I think needs to be optimized."

"Mana cost?" Varga's answer made Connor, who had just experienced the flight potion, think, and he immediately asked:

"That's right!" Varga nodded honestly to Connor's answer, acknowledging the problem.

"Flight potions consume far too much mana. Connor, you practice advanced meditation, and after so many potions, few advanced wizarding apprentices can match your mana purity. Yet, your mana only supported that bald guy flying for a minute. Even considering the wasted mana during the transfer to that guy, even without that, Connor's mana consumption for flight wouldn't exceed three minutes at most!" Varga calmly analyzed the situation for Connor from a practical standpoint.

(End of this chapter)