"What? These potions are all yours?" Connor exclaimed in a low voice.
Since when did Valga become so rich? With the scarcity of magical potions in the Magus World, the thirty to forty bottles of potions in this chest were conservatively estimated to be worth more than ten thousand gold pounds. It should be known that the luxurious apartment Connor was currently living in in the east district was only worth ten thousand gold pounds.
"That's right. I have reached an agreement with Teacher Gursey. The Secret Society will provide me with materials and guidance, and I will keep one out of the three potions I refine for the Secret Society!" Varga nodded and extended a fair finger as she smiled.
Looking at the astonishing amount of potions in the suitcase, Connor's heart sank. Taking one out of three potions … Didn't that mean that Varga would have to refine three times the amount of potions in the suitcase? It had only been two or three weeks since the last time they had separated. In such a short period of time. In such a short time, wouldn't Varga have to refine over a hundred potions? No wonder she said she was working so hard to see him!
As if sensing Connor's mood, Varga was delighted and shyly whispered, "It's just some potions. I can refine them at any time. Connor, don't mind it!"
Connor's eyes swept across the rows of potions in the suitcase. Among them were the Sapphire Potion, Mana Gathering Potion, and so on. However, there were many more that he didn't recognize. Nevertheless, the fact that Connor recognized these potions made Connor's heart grow greedy.
After a fierce struggle in his heart, Connor silently told himself that he would definitely make it up to Varga!
"Many thanks!" Connor said sincerely as he looked into Varga's eyes. To be honest, Connor suddenly felt like he was a scumbag who lived off a woman.
"These are nothing. If it weren't for you, Connor, I wouldn't even know how many times I would have died." Seeing that Connor didn't reject her good intentions, Varga's face revealed a brilliant smile.
"My potioneering skills have improved by leaps and bounds under Teacher Gursey's guidance. Do you see that Mana Gathering Potion? I specially prepared that for you. Teacher Gursey said that potion could be considered the best among all Mana Gathering Potions. When the time comes, Connor, drink it and you will definitely smoothly become an intermediate apprentice!"
"And that black potion, it's called Carlos Potion. It's a potion created by the pharmacist Mr. Carlos and named after himself. Its main function is to quickly recover mana and mental strength, as well as some effects to reduce pain. With your current cultivation level as a beginner apprentice, Connor, drinking this potion can probably recover at least half of your mana and mental strength."
"The most important thing is this dark red potion. Connor, you must remember that this is the Blood Lion Potion. After drinking it, Connor, your mana and mental strength will recover to their peak state within three seconds. In addition, after drinking this Blood Lion Potion, Connor, the power of your magic will increase by about thirty to fifty percent!"
"But! The Blood Lion Potion's effect is not without a price. On the contrary, the price is very high. After drinking it for an hour, the side effects will appear. Blood will flow out from every pore on your body, Connor. You will be in extreme pain, and you will also suffer from the backlash of your mana … The consequences are very serious. So, Connor, do you understand what I mean? "
"The Blood Lion Potion is a last resort. It's only used in a life or death situation. Connor, I really don't want to see the day when you need to use the Blood Lion Potion!" Pointing at the only dark red potion in the suitcase, Varga said with a complicated expression.
After listening to Varga's introduction, Connor immediately became interested in the Blood Lion Potion. Every wizard wanted to have something like the Blood Lion Potion, which could increase one's strength greatly in a short period of time. However, all of them hoped that they would never need to use it. This kind of thing might be able to pull your nickname back from the Grim Reaper at a critical moment of life and death!
Connor's rough hand covered Varga's white and tender hand and gently squeezed it. Connor said with a smile, "Don't worry. You know that I'm always careful."
Varga nodded. A touch of hesitation flashed across her pretty face, but she still said, "Connor, don't mind what Master Gursey said last time. He will come out to see you every once in a while!"
"Master Gursey is very good to me. He didn't hide anything from me when he passed on the knowledge to me. It's all thanks to him that my Potioneering level could improve so quickly!"
Hugging the petite Varga into his arms, Connor smiled and scratched her delicate nose. He said, "I'm not as petty as you think. As long as he treats you well, I'll be satisfied!"
"Connor, you're so nice!" Varga's face was brimming with happiness as she sighed with emotion.
For some reason, looking at the sincere smile on Varga's face, Connor felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart.
"Connor, look at this!" Leaning on Connor's chest, Varga seemed to have thought of something. She took out a mask-like object from her space ring.
"Is this the imitation of the Eusebio Mask that Doctor Gursey mentioned last time?" Carefully looking at the mask in Varga's hand, Connor said with some surprise.
In the Byzantine period, there was a great wizard named Eusebio. During his time, he was called the Wizard of a Thousand Faces. As the saying goes, there is a wrong name, but there is no wrong nickname. The reason why he was called the Wizard of a Thousand Faces was because he had the Eusebio Mask that was named after him.
This Mask of Eusebio was a very strange and mysterious magic artifact. It was said that using this Mask of Eusebio could completely conceal your true appearance, body shape, aura, and even mana fluctuations. It could turn you into a completely different person, making it extremely difficult for others to recognize you. That Great Wizard Eusebio used this Mask of Eusebio to run amok in the glorious Byzantine era.
"Today at the station of Green University, you used this to disguise yourself?" Carefully looking at the mask in Varga's hand, Connor said with some curiosity.
"Yes! I think that way, it wouldn't be too eye-catching. How about it? I don't think you recognized him, right? " Varga chuckled, and the smile on her pretty face had a hint of pride. "This imitation of the Eusebio Mask, as well as the space ring on my hand, Teacher Gursey said that this was a meeting gift from the second-in-command of the Secret Society, Mr. Professor. This Mr. Professor is really generous, giving me such valuable things as soon as I meet him!"
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