Listening to the cold female voice of the chip in his mind, Connor's expression became a little complicated. The analysis report confirmed 100% that the blue potion was a demonic potion, but the probability was close to 80%, so Connor was willing to believe that the blue potion was a demonic potion.
Since Varga could give the blue potion to him, it meant that the blue potion was made by her, or she was related to the person who made the blue potion. What this meant was self-evident!
"Who is it?"
Lying on the wooden bed, Connor's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and he shouted sternly.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt that someone seemed to be spying on him in the room. ,
"Ahem, Young Master Connor, you're awake?" Just as Connor was looking for the person who was spying on him in the room, a kind old woman with a walking stick walked into the dining room of the house.
"Who are you?" Connor asked a little vigilantly, but his hand under the quilt secretly touched his back, where he hid his revolver. He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his magic power was not enough to support him to cast spells, so he could only use the revolver for self-defense.
"I'm Varga's grandmother, Mary. Mr. Connor, you really scared me yesterday. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit your heart, or else …" Mary's grandmother who was leaning on a walking stick had a lingering fear on her face.
"Oh right, Young Master Connor, this is the bullet that was taken out from your body!" Mary's grandmother trembled as she took out a small cloth bag from the pocket of her clothes. She opened the small cloth bag layer by layer, and there was a silver bullet shining with a cold light lying quietly inside.
Seeing this silver bullet, Connor's eyes subconsciously narrowed, but in the next second, he shifted his gaze from the magic bullet to Mary's grandmother's kind face.
Intuition told Connor that this kind old woman was not as simple and ordinary as she appeared to be.
"Mr. Connor, this is your thing, keep it well!" Mary's grandmother did not seem to notice Connor's abnormality and put the small cloth bag beside the bed.
Connor calmly grabbed the small cloth bag in his hand, and a bright smile bloomed on his face. He slightly bowed his head and thanked Mary's grandmother, "Grandma Mary, I heard from Varga that you saved me, right? Thank you so much!"
"Young Master Connor, you're too polite. This old woman didn't do anything. You're alive is thanks to the Storm Goddess!" After saying that, Mary's grandmother who was leaning on a walking stick clasped her hands, closed her eyes and prayed softly.
Hearing the word "Storm", the smile on Connor's face froze. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and he barely managed to maintain the smile on his face. "Yes, thanks to the Storm Goddess, I'm alive! Thank you so much, Storm Goddess! "
"Young Master Connor, do you have any relatives or friends? Varga and I live alone in this house. I'm an old woman, but Varga will be an adult in a few months …" Mary's grandmother said awkwardly.
A touch of bitterness appeared in Connor's heart, but he could understand Mary's grandmother. He smiled and nodded, "Grandma Mary, I understand what you mean. I'm already very grateful that you saved my life, Connor Ferguson. There's no need to trouble yourself. I can leave by myself."
After saying that, Connor took a deep breath and slowly moved his body to get off the bed. There was a trace of a smile on his pale face. He straightened his back and bowed to Mary's grandmother again.
After Connor walked out of the room, Mary's grandmother stood alone in the room and whispered to herself, "Another apprentice with spiritual talent. I really don't know if he's lucky or unlucky!"
Creak!
However, at this moment, the door was opened again. The petite Varga walked in with a vegetable basket. In the basket, there were a few seasonal vegetables and a small piece of beef.
Glancing at the empty bed, Varga's beautiful eyes showed a touch of surprise. She turned to her grandmother and asked, "Grandma Mary, where's Connor? Did he just wake up? He can't move around casually. "
"He's gone!" Mary's grandmother turned to look at Varga and said calmly. Although her tone was calm, the old woman looked at her granddaughter with love and pity.
"He's gone?" Varga shouted involuntarily. Her face turned pale and the vegetable basket she was carrying fell to the ground with a bang.
"Grandma, you drove him away?" Varga's big eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She said in a trembling voice.
This time, the old woman didn't say anything. She only nodded.
"Grandma, Connor has just woken up. If you drive him away, his wound will tear again. He will die!" After receiving an affirmative answer, two streaks of sparkling tears streaked across Valga's pretty face. She shouted loudly,
Leaning on her cane, Mary's grandmother slowly walked to Varga's side. She raised her hand and gently wiped the tears on Varga's face. She said gently, "My little Varga, you've underestimated this young man called Connor Ferguson. His physical fitness has already reached the level of an official knight. Besides, I've already treated his wound. Although it will hurt a little, it won't tear again!"
"Grandma, is what you said true?" A look of surprise appeared on Valga's pretty face again.
"My good child, when have I ever lied to you?" The old woman said with a kind smile.
"I'm sorry, grandma. My attitude just now …" Hearing the affirmative answer from her grandmother, Varga realized that she had been rude just now. She rubbed the corner of her clothes and said in a low voice.
"It's fine, my good child. But you have to remember one thing. Try your best to stay away from Connor Ferguson. He's a dangerous person!" Mary's grandmother said solemnly as she gently touched her granddaughter's delicate cheek.
"What? Why? Grandma, you know that if it wasn't for Connor, I might have been … "Hearing her grandmother telling her to stay away from Connor Ferguson, Varga said anxiously.
"My child, you've told me what happened in that pub. If it wasn't for Connor, I wouldn't have saved him!" Mary's grandmother said in a low voice.
"A person like him? What happened to Connor? " Varga asked with confusion. She didn't understand at all why her grandmother would describe Connor as a person like him.
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