Wizard Earl

Chapter 87 Not Attacking is Attacking (Seeking recommendations and favorites!!)

While Varga and Dr. Gulsi left the office to concoct mana-gathering potions, Connor sat quietly in his office, waiting for news and lost in thought.

Although Connor was not seriously injured in the battle with the bald man in black from the Baldling Cult, and thanks to the potion given to him by old Victor, he was generally not seriously harmed, suffering only some minor internal injuries. He can recover completely after drinking some nutritional potions and resting for a few days.

What Connor truly regrets is the Violet Ring. If the Violet Ring hadn't withstood the bald man in black's dark green fireball a second time, Connor feels he wouldn't be sitting here unharmed. However, this level-two defensive enchanted item, the Violet Ring, is severely damaged, and with Connor's current skill level, he can't fully repair it.

However, Connor now feels that it was all worth it. Varga has joined the Secret Society, and from Gulsi's words, Connor vaguely feels that Gulsi does not intend for Varga to leave Rune, but rather seems to want to train Varga here for the Secret Society.

Undoubtedly, this was good news for Connor. Given his relationship with Varga, as long as Varga stayed in Loen, with her talent in potion-making, Connor felt he wouldn't have to worry about potions, at least for the time being...

As Connor pondered this, a smile crept onto his lips. Just then, the office door opened, and Dr. Gulsi and Varga walked in one after the other.

"Mr. Connor, thank you so much for bringing me such a brilliant pharmacist!" Dr. Gulsi greeted Connor with a beaming smile as soon as he entered.

Upon hearing Dr. Gulsi's words, Connor was initially taken aback, but quickly realized what he meant and asked with great joy, "Dr. Gulsi, Varga really concocted a mana-gathering potion?"

Dr. Gulsi nodded, took a small vial of light blue potion from his white coat, and said excitedly, "Just now, our genius, Varga, in my apothecary, successfully concocted a mana-gathering potion after only two experiments! Truth behold! Varga is the most talented potion-making genius I've ever seen!"

"Teacher..." Hearing Dr. Gulsi praise her so highly, Varga, standing behind Dr. Gulsi, blushed slightly.

When he heard Varga call Dr. Gulsi "teacher," a happy smile appeared on Connor's face.

"I have decided to formally accept Varga as my disciple," Gulsi said to Connor in a resolute tone as he sat back down in his office.

"Listen, Connor! I was going to tell you this, since you've done your job bringing Varga here, but unfortunately, Varga insists I tell you!"

"The secret society's plan is to use a replica of the Eusébio mask to conceal Varga's true appearance and to give her a completely new identity. Varga will then use her identity as a hospital nurse as a cover to study pharmacy under my tutelage! Connor, I can tell you're a cautious person, so I hope you understand that for Varga's safety, you shouldn't contact her too often?" Dr. Gulsi warned Connor in an almost threatening tone.

"Teacher... without Connor, I might already be dead!" Before Connor could stand up to refute, Varga, who was sitting to the side, had already stood up and started to defend Connor.

Seeing how Varga was defending him, Connor didn't show anything on the surface, but the anger he felt from Gulsi's rebuke subsided considerably.

Connor stood up from the sofa, gently patted Varga on the shoulder, gave her a forced smile as she sat behind her desk, bowed slightly, and then turned and left the office without saying a word.

"Connor... Connor...

Hearing Varga's anxious calls behind him, Connor didn't turn around, but he knew that if Gulsi hadn't stopped him, that silly little girl Varga would probably have already chased after them...

As Connor stepped out of Dr. Gulsi's private hospital, a strange smile crept onto his lips. He knew that sometimes, the best course of action was to avoid direct confrontation. He could choose not to go to Varga, but Varga…

He hailed a horse-drawn carriage on the street and got back to his apartment on Rand Street. However, he was in no hurry to return to his apartment. He remembered something: today was the first day of the month. He waved to the newsboy selling newspapers on the street.

"Sir, what newspaper would you like?" Seeing a well-dressed, tall gentleman beckoning to him, a very thin boy of about eleven or twelve years old, wearing slippers that were clearly much too big for him, brightened up and hurriedly ran to Connor's side, carrying a large newspaper box, asking breathlessly:

"Could you tell me if you have today's Ruen Evening Post?" Connor asked the newsboy gently.

"Sir, yes! Yes!" The newsboy thought for a moment, then hurriedly took down the huge newspaper box behind him, rummaged through it for a while, and excitedly handed Connor a brand-new copy of the Rune Evening Post, which still smelled of ink.

After taking the evening paper, Connor glanced at the date to confirm it was today, nodded, took out a one-shilling note from his wallet, handed it to the newsboy, and headed towards his apartment.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't have change!" Looking at the banknotes in his hand, the newsboy said with his head down, looking embarrassed.

"You don't need to look anymore, just buy yourself a pair of suitable shoes!" Without turning around, Connor waved his hand and said casually.

Connor took out his keys, opened the apartment door, and threw the newspaper in his hand into the trash can. He had already obtained the information he wanted from it.

Lying on the soft bed, staring at the mural on the ceiling, Connor muttered to himself, "Number three, one o'clock in the afternoon, the usual place?"

This information was just obtained by him from Mr. Sterling's column in the Ruhnn Evening Post, and it was also from Mr. Mustafa of the Mönchengladbach Club who told him the time of the next gathering of the Mönchengladbach Club.

With the help of the auxiliary chip, Connor's alchemy skills progressed rapidly. As his cultivation improved after using the magic stone, Connor vaguely sensed that the Shadow Dagger, the enchanted item he initially crafted, was becoming increasingly useless. In addition, with the Violet Ring now severely damaged, Connor felt it was time for him to make a change.

(End of this chapter)