Wizard Earl

Chapter 533 The negotiations broke down!

"Mr. Kararov, I have a question for you. Are you familiar with the Salerin potion?" Varga ignored Kararov's words of compensation and apology, and instead looked at Kararov and asked in a calm voice:

"Miss Antonella, what do you mean? I am an alchemist, and I don't know much about apothecaries." Seemingly sensing something unusual in Varga's words, Kararov's plump face also turned serious.

"No wonder!" Varga nodded, seemingly having expected Kararov's answer, after taking an elegant sip of coffee.

Seeing Varga's behavior, Kararov's eyes flashed with impatience, and he immediately asked, "Miss Antonella, is there a problem with the Salerin potion?"

Varga smiled slightly, then flipped her hand, and a sheet of white paper and a pen appeared in her hand. Right in front of Kararov, Varga picked up the pen and began to write on the white paper.

Looking at what Varga had written on the white paper, Kararov's face showed a look of doubt, wondering why Varga would write this.

A few minutes later, Varga, who had finished writing on the white paper, blew on the ink that was not yet dry, and then pushed the paper in front of Kararov.

"Miss Antonella, why did you write down the recipe for Salerin? Is there something wrong with this potion?" Looking at the blank sheet of paper with the recipe written on it, Kararov, who was completely baffled by Varga's actions, asked his previous question again.

Varga took a pen and circled the word "potion compression" in the middle of the potion-making instructions on the white paper. Then, pointing to this word, Varga said, enunciating each syllable clearly:

"I am also a senior wizarding apprentice, and I understand the value of Salarin Potion. After obtaining the 'Pandoff's Selected Potions' and seeing the method for making Salarin Potion, I immediately conducted experiments. However, my results told me that conventional potion compression methods simply cannot meet the compression requirements of Salarin Potion. Therefore, if the second half of the book you have does not contain a special potion compression method for Salarin Potion, it means that Salarin Potion cannot be made in the short term!"

Upon hearing Varga's explanation, Kararov suddenly understood. A glint of insight flashed in his small eyes, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Miss Antonella, thank you for reminding me, but what if the second half of the book I have contains the method for compressing the Salerin potion?"

"Mr. Karararov, you may be overestimating my potion-making skills. For me, my potion-making techniques are from this era, while the method and technique for making Salarin are from the Byzantine period. There are huge differences between the two. It will take me a long time just to master the method, plus the time to try making the potion. If I can make Salarin in a year, I will already be blessed by the goddess of fortune!" Hearing Karararov say that he had the method for compressing potions, a fleeting look of joy flashed in Varga's eyes, but she still shrugged helplessly.

A year might be too long for Mr. Kararov. When Varga said "a year," a look of disappointment clearly appeared on Kararov's chubby face.

"Think carefully, whether you want to give me the second half of the book. Once you've decided, write to this address!" Seeing that everything that needed to be discussed had been discussed and everything that needed to be understood had been understood, Varga didn't say anything more. She wrote an address on a piece of white paper with a pen, then stood up to leave.

"Miss Antonella, have you had anything important happen in the past year?" Just as Varga was about to raise her hand to break the barrier that Kararov had used to prevent eavesdropping, she suddenly heard Kararov's deep voice in her ear. Varga frowned and turned to look at Kararov behind her. Under Varga's gaze, Kararov remained calm and picked up his coffee cup to drink his coffee.

Varga gave Kararov a deep look, shook her head with some regret, then said nothing, turned around, waved her hand to open the barrier, and left Salah's Cafe.

Varga's departure did not affect Mr. Kararov's mood for drinking coffee. He slowly finished his coffee, then took out a ten-pound note from his pocket, slapped it on the table, called out to the waiter for the bill, and left through the coffee shop door.

"Head to the outskirts!" Varga had just stepped out of the street when she heard Connor's deep voice coming from the ring on her hand.

"Do we really have to do this?" Varga asked hesitantly, knowing full well why Connor wanted her to go to the countryside.

"Since they want to use force, what's the point of talking? If this drags on and the Secret Society finds out, we'll both be in trouble. Besides, there are two of them, and there are two of us. I really don't believe we'll lose two-on-two!" Connor's deep voice came from the ring again, but this time it carried a hint of murderous intent...

"Two people? Where are there two people? Isn't it just that Kararov?" Hearing Connor's words, Varga was startled and quickly asked:

"Valga, there's an older woman sneaking up on you about 500 meters behind. Her stealth skills are excellent, so you haven't noticed her yet. Don't worry, I'm keeping you on my heels. However, Kararov has already spotted me about 300 meters behind me," Connor said, pointing to the ring on his hand.

After answering Varga's question, Connor, who was walking down the street, turned to look at Kararov walking beside him. The two alchemists looked at each other with great understanding, exchanging a smile before looking away.

Since discovering that Kararov was following him a minute ago, Connor had been quite surprised. Although the fierce battle at Reno's Pharmacy had given Connor a glimpse of Mr. Kararov's formidable strength, Connor never expected that Kararov, who hadn't even seen him a week ago, would now be able to spot him.

Despite the surprise, Connor felt no fear or worry. Although he didn't know how Kararov had discovered him, Connor was very confident in his own abilities!

(End of this chapter)