Wizard Earl

Chapter 656 Treating Injuries (2)

Connor nodded in agreement. Everything that happened today was a trap that he and Margaret had set for Martina, in order to see if Martina was the mastermind hiding in the shadows.

The plan was initially proposed by Margaret, and then Connor was responsible for refining and supplementing it. Connor told Margaret all the information he knew about Martina's strength, as well as the possibility of the Green Light Arrow, giving Margaret a very deep understanding of Martina's abilities.

Then Connor wrote to Martina, using the promise of killing old Victor as bait to lure Martina out of her hiding place. After the meeting, Margaret was responsible for tracking and killing her. Margaret, who proposed this plan, was very confident in her abilities. She believed that if she was caught off guard, Martina would be no match for her.

With her overwhelming power, Martina, on the verge of death, would show no mercy. She would unleash any powerful techniques she knew, such as the Green Arrow, in a desperate fight! This was the core of the entire plan.

The facts before us now prove that although the terrifying power of Martina's arrow exceeded everyone's expectations, the process and the result were exactly as Margaret had planned. Martina's plan was entirely correct. Martina and the arrow she shot at Margaret completely exposed her identity as the mastermind to Connor and Margaret.

Because Martina had specifically investigated Margaret during Old Vic's plan to hunt her down, and knew the characteristics of Margaret's ice magic, Margaret deliberately did not use the ice magic taught by the Church of Storms in this battle, just in case and to avoid exposing her identity. Instead, she used the forbidden blood magic throughout. The eerie scarlet mask that Margaret used to conceal her face was also specially made for her by Connor, and it had a very significant effect on concealment and hiding her aura and energy fluctuations.

After cleaning Margaret's shoulder wound with medicated wine, Connor looked up at her and asked, "Do you have any painkillers in your spatial ring?"

"No, don't worry, you can handle it. I can bear this pain!" Margaret seemed unaware of the seriousness of the arrow in her shoulder, displaying remarkable strength.

Connor scrutinized Margaret for a moment, and seeing that she insisted on not using the pain-relieving arrow, he didn't press the issue. Instead, he began his work, carefully taking out a small silver knife and slowly cutting open the skin around the wound. This was the most crucial step; any mishap could put Margaret at risk of severe bleeding.

Connor held his breath and used his silver knife to carefully cut away the flesh around the wound from the green arrow that was embedded in Margaret's shoulder. As Connor moved, Margaret, who had been so strong just moments before, showed a look of pain on her beautiful face. Coupled with her pale complexion due to blood loss, she looked somewhat tragic.

Although the flesh that Connor had ripped from the wound still looked bright red and no different from normal flesh, it had a faint greenish sheen when viewed closely under the light, as if the green arrow had faded and infected Margaret's flesh.

Margaret, enduring the agonizing pain of her flesh being ripped out, was immediately stunned by what she saw. A look of confusion crossed her eyes amidst the agony. The flesh being torn from her had a pale green sheen, clearly abnormal, yet she could feel the poison from the arrow hadn't spread through her body. Where did this pale green sheen come from? Realizing this, Margaret immediately focused her gaze on Connor. She remembered Connor telling her before that this arrow was not simple, very dangerous…

Seeing that Margaret's attention was focused on him, and that Connor was concentrating on painstakingly carving out the flesh and blood around the green arrow in Margaret's shoulder, he had no desire to answer. However, seeing that Margaret was sweating profusely from the pain and still gritting her teeth and persevering, Connor felt a little sorry for her and threw a bottle of pain-relieving potion that Varga had made for him from his spatial ring and gave it to Margaret.

Faced with the painkiller Connor threw at her, Margaret, enduring the excruciating pain of having her flesh ripped out, didn't pretend to be weak and continue checking that she didn't need painkillers. A sweet feeling welled up inside her, and she immediately took the painkiller and swallowed it. The pain was indeed beyond her tolerance. If it weren't for her pride, Margaret might have already asked Connor for painkillers.

It must be said that the painkiller that Varga made for Connor was very effective. Margaret, who took the medicine, had her pained expression completely disappear within seconds. She looked at Connor with some curiosity as he cleaned her wounds.

Connor spent about ten minutes removing and cleaning the greenish-glowing flesh from Margaret's shoulder wound. He then took a deep breath, relaxed, and used the pale yellow medicinal wine to clean the wound. He then slowly removed the green-glowing arrow from Margaret's shoulder and carefully applied the fragrant white medicinal powder to it. Finally, he bandaged Margaret's shoulder with medical gauze.

"All done! Your wound will start to heal in about a month!" Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Connor smiled and said to Margaret. Cleaning wounds was no easy task for an alchemist like him, and the added mental effort required to determine whether Margaret's flesh was contaminated or corroded made the work quite demanding.

Margaret glanced at her bandaged shoulder, then looked at Connor meaningfully and said, "She's really good to you!"

Having spent so many years at the Church of Storms, Margaret had come to know her stuff. Whether it was the medicinal wine, the painkiller, or the white powder Connor had just given her, Margaret believed they were all top-quality healing treasures, rare finds in both the Rune Black Market and the Church of Storms. The fact that Connor, an alchemist, could produce such things clearly indicated the influence of the female apothecary behind him.

(End of this chapter)