Wizard Earl

Although Reyes's move was very clever, Connor did not intend to surrender so easily and be led by the nose by Reyes. Connor wanted to break the deadlock, and now Connor realized that the key to breaking the deadlock might lie in the letter that Bispin might have given him by Reyes!

Just as Connor was lost in thought, Varga in his arms seemed to have thought of something. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to whisper to Connor, "Connor, I've found the root of your father's condition!"

"Varga, what did you say?" Connor, who was deep in thought, was taken aback when Varga suddenly brought up the situation of old Ferguson. He immediately asked Varga in return:

Connor knew that ever since he visited the unconscious old Ferguson at Ferguson's mansion, Varga had been very concerned about the matter. During this time, apart from preparing a potion to help him master the Dark Body Technique, she had been staying in the safe house researching old Ferguson's condition. Now that Varga had brought this up with him, it seemed that Varga had made some progress. Thinking of this, Connor looked at Varga with a hint of hope.

"Your father is very likely poisoned by some kind of magical poison. I have never seen this kind of poison before, but after some experimental analysis, I found that the magical poison your father suffered from should be a mixed chronic magical poison. I can currently identify six toxins from it: Fire Scorpion Venom, Miami Insect Venom, Maryland Hallucinogen, Pinamonti Ink Powder, Deladoo Insect Paste, and Adira Fruit."

"Connor, you know about the chronic demonic poison. Although the virus has a long incubation period and is difficult to detect, sometimes not manifesting for years or even decades, once it does, the appearance of poisoning symptoms means the poisoned person is terminally ill and very difficult to save. So, I'm sorry, Connor, I have no way to cure your father's condition!" Facing Connor's gaze, Varga lowered her head and said apologetically.

Although Connor knew beforehand that the hope of curing old Ferguson was extremely slim, he still couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed when he actually received a positive answer from Varga.

"It's alright, it's his fate. Varga, you did well, there's no need to blame yourself!" Looking at Varga, who was bowing her head in deep remorse, Connor forced a smile, gently pinched her nose, and comforted her.

Connor's words of comfort did not improve Valga's mood much. She kept her head down and said, "Connor, although your father is terminally ill, I can use some methods to extend his life by two months. During this time, if I use a secret technique, I can freeze his entire body. In doing so, the demonic poison in his body, along with his physical body and soul, will enter a frozen state and stop developing further."

"If Connor does this, perhaps your father can survive for five to ten years in a state of unconsciousness and thoughtlessness. Perhaps after five to ten years, when he is unsealed, my level of medicine will be able to cure his condition!" After saying this, Varga looked up at Connor and asked for his opinion.

Although Varga used euphemisms like "unconscious" or "without thought," Connor knew very well that this state was essentially that of a living dead.

"What is the success rate of freezing him? What will happen if the demonic poison in his body is not cured after that?" After a moment of contemplation, Connor asked Varga in return. Although Varga's description sounded wonderful, Connor, who knew Varga's personality well, knew very well that if this method was really as wonderful as Varga described, then Varga would not have blamed herself like she did just now.

Hearing Connor's incisive question, Varga immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, and whispered, "The success rate of freezing... I've learned it again, but I haven't tried it yet. It's about 30%. If unsealing still can't cure him, then his soul will dissipate..."

"Valga, I understand. I'll consider it. Thank you for everything!" Hearing Valga's words, Connor already knew the answer in his heart, but he didn't say it directly. Instead, he hugged Valga and whispered in her ear:

Leaning against Connor's firm chest, Varga said with a hint of shyness, "He's your father, this is what I should do!"

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While Connor and Varga were enjoying their time together in their hotel room, Prince Boateng, under the cover of darkness in Frosinone, arrived at the Perin Cold Storage at 19 Via Carmancho in the city center.

Upon entering the Perrin Cold Storage, Prince Boateng went directly to Warehouse Number Seven. He cautiously surveyed the surrounding ice blocks and refrigerated goods, and finding no problems, he then went to a secluded corner of the cold storage, activated an underground passage, and crawled down.

After walking about three hundred meters through the dark passage, Prince Boateng reached the end of the passage, where there was a very conspicuous unmarked tombstone, and nothing else.

"Da da da da!"

There were no words, runes, or pictures on the nameless tombstone, but Prince Boateng still carefully observed it for a while. Then he tapped the tombstone rhythmically a few times, and suddenly a hole appeared in the dome of the secret passage above the tombstone, big enough for a person to crawl through. Without hesitation, Prince Boateng jumped into the hole.

Prince Boateng, who flew into the hole, found himself in a spacious, bright, but very tightly sealed warehouse. The warehouse was filled with all sorts of goods. This was a very important secret warehouse for the Boateng family in Frosinone and even the entire Kaman Empire, where they stored all sorts of shady goods that the Boateng family had collected from various black markets in the Kaman Empire.

The secret warehouse is ostensibly the eighth branch of the Perrin Cold Storage, but to ensure its security, the Boateng family built this eighth branch into a nearly completely sealed environment during construction. There are no doors in the entire branch; to get in or out, one must go through underground passages.

Appearing before Prince Boateng at this moment, alongside a large number of goods, was a thin, old man smoking a pipe, and beside him was a handsome young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.