Count of Wizards

Hearing what Connor said, Varga's beautiful eyes once again showed a look of confusion. After thinking for a while, she asked Connor: "Connor, do you mean that there is something wrong with this classic?"

"No, Varga, you are a pharmacist. You are much better than me in the field of pharmacy. You need to judge whether there are any problems with the classics. I am just telling you what I have seen." Shrugged at Varga , Connor smiled and said:

As far as the appearance of the classics is concerned, in fact, except for the tear marks, Connor didn't see anything wrong with the rest of the place. Whether Connor is a god can make a fake from the tear marks. What is the purpose of the person who made this, and why is it fake.

Varga nodded when she heard the words, but judging from her thoughtful eyes, she seemed to be still thinking about Connor's words.

Turning his attention back to the flying potion itself, Connor's eyes were full of eagerness and curiosity. After hesitating for a moment, Connor turned to Varga and asked, "Varga, can I try this bottle of potion?"

"Ah?" Hearing Connor's question, Varga recovered from his thoughts, with a hint of hesitation on his pretty face. It seemed she didn't really want Connor to try the flying potion.

Seeing the hesitation and entanglement on Varga's pretty face, Connor became a little puzzled. Varga has always had no reservations about him, just like the "Pandev Pharmacy Collection", such a precious classic, Valga Without hesitation, I lent myself to read it without any hesitation. In addition, Varga took the initiative to show me this bottle of flying potion. If she didn't want to give it to me, Varga shouldn't have shown it to me. Could it be that Varga has What can't be hidden?

"Varga, is there a problem?" Connor asked concerned, seeing that Varga remained silent and was struggling all the time.

Hearing Connor's inquiry again, Varga finally made a decision. She organized her language: "Connor, can you give me some time, two months, no! One month! I will prepare for you A new bottle of potion!"

Seeing the pleading look on Varga's face, Connor looked at the pink Pandev Flying Potion in his hand again. Connor seemed to realize something. Selected" was also given to Varga.

Seeing that Connor seemed to be a little angry, Varga immediately became anxious, and said a little aggrieved: "Connor, listen to me telling you, the Pandev flying potion is a potion from the Byzantine period hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Such a long time is enough to change a lot of things. Pandev's flying potion was suitable for the wizards of Byzantium at that time, but it may not necessarily be used for our modern wizards, so although I made the potion according to the prescription, the flying potion may not necessarily work. It works, so I plan to give you the medicine after testing the medicine and confirming that there is no problem with the medicine."

Hearing Varga's explanation, Connor suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Varga, and touched his head in embarrassment. Connor smiled, and then held Varga's little hand, wanting to hold Varga in his arms again , Varga glared at Connor a few times, and pushed Connor a few times in refusal, but followed Connor's wish.

After calming Varga's emotions, Connor, who was very interested in the flying potion, continued to ask Varga: "Varga, how do you plan to test this bottle of flying potion? Do you need my help?"

"I tried the medicine with mice before. I diluted the flying medicine ten times and twenty times respectively, and then fed it to the mice, but the medicine itself may be a bit overbearing, or the constitution of the mice is fragile, and they No mana, unable to carry and digest the huge energy of the potion itself, all in all, the experiment failed, no matter if the potion was diluted ten times or twenty times, the mice exploded and died after taking it!" Varga shook his head and said bitterly road:

"Next, I plan to go to the black market, underground auction, or wizard's exchange meeting to buy two monsters, and then use them to test medicine to see if I can complete the test." Varga said with some uncertainty.

After hearing Varga's plan, Connor frowned subconsciously. He was fairly familiar with Ruen's underground auction on the black market and wizard exchange organizations. The probability of Warcraft appearing was not zero, but it was really not high. Several channels added Together, it takes a few months, and it may not be possible to find the monster, but Connor himself has a special channel...

"Varga, leave the matter of finding the monster to me. You should focus on the medicine, and I will take care of other things!" After thinking for a while, Connor said seriously to Varga. Margaret's Mallorca ring was damaged in the battle between her and Martina. Connor had already promised Margaret to help her repair the Mallorca ring. Ask Margaret to find the monster for herself. Margaret is a member of the church, and Margaret can get some things that are difficult to get secretly.

"Connor, you don't intend to go to Reggielon Forest to catch monsters, do you?" Varga looked at Connor worriedly, and Varga asked Connor hesitantly:

Varga's question immediately made Connor laugh. Reggielon Forest is a primitive forest about 800 kilometers away from Loen City. There were indeed traces of Warcraft a hundred years ago, but since more than sixty Years ago, the White Storm Church organized manpower, and after the looting, the monsters there had disappeared. However, there have been rumors on the black market recently that the monsters there had revived and traces of monsters appeared again. Not yet confirmed.

"Don't worry, I have my own very reliable channel!" Scraping Varga's upturned nose, in order not to worry Varga, Connor revealed a little information to her.

Hearing Connor's very affirmative tone, Varga also nodded suspiciously, and chose to believe Connor.

After tossing all night, the misunderstanding was resolved, and the matter was finished. Before the sky was fully lit, Varga reluctantly kissed Connor goodbye and left Ferguson's apartment at No. 16 Land Street.

A few hours later, the sky was bright, and when Connor was preparing to do things without delay, and wanted to go out to meet Margaret and talk about repairing the Mallorca ring and finding Warcraft, a postman came to Connor's apartment on a bicycle. At the door of the apartment, a letter was dropped into the mailbox at the door of the apartment.