Wizard Earl

Chapter 607 Purifying Elixir

"In short, Margaret, if you want to go and observe the Oyar noodle factory, I'll go with you right now. But I hope you can be patient for the time being and wait until I've investigated and confirmed that old Victor is in the Oyar factory before we make our move. Otherwise, if we act now and old Victor isn't in the Oyar noodle factory, we'll alert him and the situation will become passive!"

"Given how cunning old Victor is, we can only succeed once. He won't give us a second chance!" Seeing that Margaret had somehow drifted into talking about relationships, Connor, who wasn't prepared to face all of this, quickly changed the subject and brought the topic back to how to kill old Victor.

Margaret wasn't completely blinded by hatred. She pondered for a moment and seemed to think that Connor's idea made some sense. Under Connor's gaze, Margaret nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed with Connor's idea.

Seeing this, Connor, who had been worried about Margaret and couldn't control his emotions, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

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In the Boban apartment at No. 6 Martini Street in the western part of Ruen, Martina leaned back on the sofa, head bowed in deep thought. Her cold and beautiful face was very solemn, as if she were troubled by something. Not far in front of her, Tusam, dressed in black, paced anxiously around the apartment. If Martina's face could be described as solemn, then Tusam's pale face could only be described as gloomy and terrifying, as if a dark cloud had been gathering over it.

"Martina, this is all part of your plan now. Tell me, what's our next step? Old Victor only gave us a week, and three days have already passed!" Seemingly having made up his mind, Tusam stopped pacing and stared impatiently at Martina, who was leaning against the sofa. He spoke in a deep voice, emphasizing the word "we" as if reminding Martina of something.

Upon hearing Tusam's question, Martina slowly raised her head, looked at Tusam expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Martina could clearly hear Tusam's deliberate intentions. She understood exactly what Tusam meant by the word "we." Tusam was reminding her that she and he were now in the same boat, and that Martina shouldn't think about going it alone!

If Tusam were to fall, he would definitely spill everything about their collaboration. Thinking of this, a chill appeared in Martina's eyes. She now regretted telling Tusam, that damned, disgusting monster, about Connor!

"Since old Victor wants to kill me, then we might as well strike first and kill that old bastard Victor!" A ferocious expression appeared on Tusam's pale face, his eyes blazing with a crazed killing intent. He said viciously, "Martina, I've thought about what you said carefully. You're right. Even if I take care of Connor Ferguson for old Victor, he will never let me go. In that case, why should I obey him and become his knife to fight Connor Ferguson to the death?"

Listening to Tusam's words, Martina gave him a deep look. Martina knew that what Tusam said reflected his true feelings. Their battle in the swamp had left a very deep impression on this fearless, demonized knight, instilling in him considerable apprehension…

Besides Connor's reasons, old Victor's relentless pressure on Tusam pushed him to the brink of betrayal. Tusam realized the threat old Victor posed to him, which was the final straw that made him change his mind.

Martina's mind raced as she considered a plan. She went to great lengths to win over Tusam as her ally, hoping he would assist her so that Connor and Margaret could fight old Victor to the death, while she, Martina, could remain hidden behind the scenes, profiting from the conflict.

Now, Tusam wants to kill only old Victor, which perfectly aligns with his own desire for freedom. However, this thwarts Martina's plans. As long as Connor remains alive, her position as a spy for the Duke's faction within the Professor's faction is never truly secure. Connor Ferguson could use this to blackmail her at any time, and Martina absolutely cannot allow that. She must thwart Tusam's scheme and ensure he continues to be a loyal executor of her plans!

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Martina's beautiful eyes. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She thought of a plausible reason to stop Tusam's plan. Looking at Tusam's anxious face, waiting for her to speak, Martina slowly asked, "Tusam, how many more anti-magic potions do you have?"

Upon hearing Martina's question, the murderous intent in Tusam's eyes vanished instantly, as if doused with cold water. After a long silence, Tusam said in a deep voice, "Old Victor has very strict control over my anti-magic potions. I've never managed to save many. The anti-magic potions I have will only last for ten days at most!"

Tusam's answer immediately made Martina nod in approval, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes. Although she had expected Tusam to have limited anti-magic potions, the fact that he only had enough to last ten days still surprised her. However, this made her inwardly exclaim, "Heaven is helping me..."

Without the aid of anti-magic potions, the demonization of Tusam's body will worsen, and the demonic energy will also affect his mind, eventually leading to his complete loss of reason and emotion, turning him into a monster devoid of reason and emotion, driven only by instinct to kill. Currently, only anti-magic potions can stop this! The fewer anti-magic potions Tusam has, the more desperate she will become, and the higher the chances of her plan succeeding!

"Since you've made your decision, Tusam, I'll tell you everything I know about the Pure Energy Potion. Consider it a way of facilitating our cooperation..." Looking at Tusam, Martina spoke calmly and composedly.

(End of this chapter)