The auxiliary A.I. Chip was very punctual. A minute later, the A.I. Chip's cold female voice sounded in Connor's mind. [Mission completed. The A.I. Chip did not find the name of the potion in the database. However, in the book 'Albert's Diary', which was obtained from the host's mentor, there was a record of it. Who would have thought that the potion could help the Kuba Serpent break through to become a level-2 magical beast? This is unbelievable!]
After listening to the first half of the A.I. Chip's narration, Connor's heart sank. However, the second half of the story did reignite Connor's hope.
"A.I. Chip, immediately transmit all the contents of the diary to me!" Connor did not hesitate and directly ordered the A.I. Chip.
[Beep. Following the host's will, mission begins … Mission completed. 'Albert's Diary' has been transmitted to the host's brain!] The A.I. Chip's cold female voice sounded.
This so-called 'Albert's Diary' was not a large book. It only had about a hundred pages. Connor spent more than an hour to carefully read through it. According to Connor's observations, this diary should be incomplete.
99% of the contents were about a Magus named Albert who walked the continent more than a hundred years ago. According to the contents, this Magus Albert should have been an advanced Magus apprentice at that time. If he had successfully broken through from an advanced Magus apprentice to an official Magus, with the long lifespan of an official Magus, he should still be alive after more than a hundred years. Who knows, he might have even broken through to a higher level.
As for the entry in the diary, "Who would have thought that the potion could help the Kuba Serpent break through to become a level-2 magical beast? This is unbelievable!" Connor also found the source. However, Connor was disappointed. Throughout the entire diary, there was only that one sentence about the potion that could help a magical beast cultivate. There was no other description, and there was no mention of what the potion was.
Although it was a pity, Connor still felt a glimmer of hope. Since this' Albert's Diary 'was in Reyes's collection, it meant that this diary was still very valuable. The contents of the diary had a certain degree of credibility. Moreover, the time in the diary was only a hundred years ago, which was not too far away. In addition, Connor also had some impression of the Kuba Serpent that was mentioned in that sentence.
The Kuba Snake was a common snake-type magical beast that lived in the Odin Icefield. When it reached adulthood, its cultivation level would be around that of a Level 1 magical beast. There were also a few Kuba Snakes that could break through and become a Level 1 magical beast. The word 'Kuba' meant 'ice' in the ancient Odin language. In short, the Kuba Snake was a type of ice snake that lived in the Odin Icefield. The Odin Blood Tiger was also native to the Odin Icefield. At least, the two of them were born in the same place. The two of them were more or less related. Perhaps the potion that could help the Kuba Snake break through and become a Level 2 magical beast in the diary would also be useful for the Odin Blood Tiger.
Although Connor did not know what the specific potion was, he was still very happy. At least through this' Albert's Diary ', he knew that there was indeed a potion that could help magical beasts cultivate. That was enough. He was not a pharmacist, and he did not know much about the world of pharmacology. He still had to find a professional, which was his Varga, to confirm the specifics.
Varga was in Dr. Gursy's private hospital. Connor's tutor, Reyes, had warned him not to go to the hospital to find Varga. Connor could only wait for Varga to come to find him. Varga had just come to find him. According to the frequency of Varga's visits in the past, she would come again in one or two months at the latest. For Connor, who had the baby blood tiger, this was not a long time. He could totally afford to wait. Besides, he had work to do right now.
Half a month had passed since the one-month agreement with Marguerite. Connor had not started to change the appearance of the silver cross sword that she had asked him to obtain from Scarface. Since the baby blood tiger had already come to this point, there was no point in being anxious. Connor planned to shift his attention from the baby blood tiger to the matter of changing the appearance of the silver cross sword. Since he had already made a promise to Marguerite, he should keep his promise and do it for her!
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Half a month later, late one night, Connor was lazily sitting on the sofa in the living room of his own apartment. He was slowly swirling the expensive "Romano Conti" in his hand.
When Connor had just woken up the "Romano Conti", a gust of fragrant wind blew beside him. Marguerite, dressed in a purple robe, was sitting on the sofa opposite Connor as usual. She had come to fulfill the one-month agreement with Connor!
Slowly taking a sip of the "Conti" in the cup, Connor slightly closed his eyes and enjoyed the smooth and mellow taste of the "Conti". His palm brushed over the space ring, and he took out a red cross sword and threw it to Marguerite, who was sitting opposite him.
"Try it. See if it's what you want!" Connor opened his eyes and said faintly. Although his tone was calm, there was a hint of pride on his face. After dealing with the matter of the little blood tiger, his original intention was to use the remaining time to complete the task given to him by Marguerite to change the appearance of the silver cross sword, as well as to study the method of making alchemy puppets for mining.
But the idea was good, but the plan could not keep up with the changes. Connor had never thought that he would be fascinated by the silver cross sword. He used the rest of the time to complete the task given to him by Marguerite, and had no time to study alchemy puppets at all. But as the saying goes, "Slow work produces fine work." Connor spent so much time only to complete this one task. Although he could not guarantee anything else, he was sure that his work would definitely make Marguerite very satisfied.
The silver cross sword, no! It should be called the red cross sword. Just as Marguerite held it in her hand, a pleasantly surprised expression appeared on her beautiful face. She couldn't help but raise her head to look at the leisurely Connor, who was sitting on the sofa, with an inquiring gaze.
Seeing that Marguerite realized the extraordinariness of her modified cross sword, Connor smiled and nodded at her, hinting for her to continue.
With Connor's encouragement, Marguerite no longer had any misgivings in her heart. She very decisively poured her own energy into the red cross sword in her hand. The red cross sword immediately emitted a red light. Looking at the red light on the sword, Marguerite's eyes were filled with admiration.
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