Wizard Earl

Chapter 708 Connor Caught Between Two Women

"What? Margaret, you're leaving the church?" Connor was slightly surprised to hear Margaret say this. Although Margaret practiced blood magic, a forbidden art absolutely forbidden by the Storm Church, judging from her past actions, she still had a deep affection for the Storm Church. Hearing her suddenly say she wanted to leave was truly unexpected for Connor…

"Yes! I'm leaving the church. If I stay, I'm afraid I'll be dead in the street before long!" Margaret said with a bitter smile, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice.

Margaret's words immediately caused a strange light to appear in Connor's eyes. Coupled with the damage he had just discovered in Margaret's mind that was suspected to be caused by Old Victor's mental attack, Connor realized that he seemed to understand something.

Seemingly sensing what Connor was thinking, Margaret rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "Connor, do you know what's the most annoying thing about you?"

After asking the question, Margaret didn't wait for Connor's answer and continued, "Connor, you're too calculating. You could have just asked me directly, but you kept thinking about it. Yes, three days ago I went to the Oyar Noodle Factory. All these injuries I have are from Old Victor, who also died at my hands. The reason I left the Storm Church is because I was afraid of retaliation from your secret society and your mentor!"

After Margaret finished speaking, which was packed with information, Connor stood there stunned for a few seconds before he smiled wryly and said to Margaret, "You knew everything?"

"How about it? Are you scared? That's right! A friend who only came together for profit shouldn't know these things!" Margaret said calmly to Connor. Her voice was flat, but her tone was full of self-mockery. As she spoke, Margaret's eyes gradually reddened.

Realizing that Margaret had overheard his explanation to Varga, Connor inwardly cursed and quickly explained to Margaret, "Margaret, it's not what you think! I was just telling her..."

"Then why didn't you just tell me about us?" Looking at Connor's anxious expression, Margaret, her face filled with sorrow, turned her head and whispered:

Hearing Margaret continue to press, Connor gritted his teeth and said with a wry smile, "Varga is a very kind person and treats me very well, but she can be a little temperamental sometimes and gets jealous easily. Margaret, your injuries were quite severe just now. If I were to tell Varga about our situation directly, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to accept it... No..."

Although Connor didn't finish his sentence, Margaret, lying in bed, wasn't stupid. She naturally understood what Connor meant. After thinking for a moment, she seemed to understand Connor's predicament, and her sorrowful expression lessened as she spoke again, "She saved me!"

Without hesitation, Connor nodded, then explained with a wry smile, "I had a fight with old Victor and got a bit injured, so I've been hiding here to recover. A few hours ago, I went to my Ferguson apartment and found your letter there. After receiving it, I left for the villa to find you and brought you back here!"

"Margaret, you know I'm an alchemist, not a healer. I might be able to treat minor injuries and illnesses, but Margaret, your injuries are far too severe. I'm helpless and have no choice but to ask Varga to save you!"

"Oh, right, after Varga wakes you up, drink this potion!" Remembering the potion Varga gave him before leaving the room, Connor quickly took it out of his spatial ring and handed it to Margaret.

Looking at the potion Connor offered with a complicated expression, Margaret didn't reach out to take it. Sensing Margaret's thoughts, Connor simply placed the potion in her hand and said, "This is my potion! Margaret, don't overthink it!"

Margaret, who had fallen silent, did not refuse Connor's kindness. Seeing this, Connor comforted her, saying, "Margaret, you've just recovered from your illness, so rest well and don't think too much. I won't bother you any longer; I'll come back to keep you company later!"

Margaret nodded, then whispered to Connor, "Thank you."

"Fool! Why are you thanking me!" Connor said, feigning annoyance as he ruffled Margaret's soft hair.

After comforting Margaret, Connor left the room. Caught between the two women, Margaret and Varga, he hesitated for a moment before heading towards Varga's room. He was quite surprised that Varga hadn't pressed him for answers. Connor was worried that Varga might have some negative thoughts, so he wanted to comfort her.

A few seconds later, before Connor even reached Varga's door, he sensed an energy fluctuation emanating from Varga's room, a result of her potion-making process. Seeing that Varga was indeed making a potion, Connor stood there for a moment, then decided not to disturb her, shook his head, and turned to leave.

To Connor's utter surprise, the instant he turned to leave, Varga, who was concocting a potion in the room, seemed to sense his presence, her red lips pouting slightly in displeasure...

Back in his room at the safe house, Connor quickly began to meditate and regulate his breathing. Although he was a mental wizard with powerful mental strength, clearing old Victor's mental energy from Margaret's spiritual sea was a risky but successful task. However, the process had been extremely demanding, requiring a great deal of mental concentration. Before Margaret woke up, Connor could hold on, but now that she was awake, his energy had naturally dissipated, and he couldn't continue. Therefore, he needed to meditate to recover.

After meditating for about two hours, Connor reopened his eyes, this time filled with excitement. Perhaps it was because he had learned the wonderful news that old Victor had died at Margaret's hands. Connor's long-standing anxieties about old Victor had disappeared, and during this period of cultivation, Connor was pleasantly surprised to find that the cultivation bottleneck that had been troubling him had begun to loosen. If things continued to develop in this way, perhaps in another twenty days or so, he, Connor Ferguson, could attempt to break through and become a formal wizard.

(End of this chapter)