Hearing Connor's words, Varga's beautiful eyes once again revealed a trace of confusion. After thinking for a while, she asked Connor, "Connor, do you mean to say that there's a problem with this book?"
"No, Varga, you're a pharmacist. In the field of pharmacology, you're much stronger than me. Whether there's a problem with this book or not, you have to judge for yourself. I'm only telling you what I've seen." Connor shrugged at Varga and said with a smile, "That's right.
Just from the appearance of the book, Connor didn't see anything wrong with it other than the tear marks. Connor also wasn't a god. He couldn't tell what the purpose of the person who created the tear marks was and why they were fake.
Varga nodded when she heard this, but from her pondering eyes, she seemed to still be thinking about Connor's words.
Shifting his attention back to the flight potion itself, Connor's eyes were filled with desire and curiosity. After hesitating for a moment, Connor turned to Varga and asked, "Varga, can I try this potion?"
"Ah?" Hearing Connor's question, Varga recovered from her pondering and a trace of hesitation appeared on her charming face. It seemed like she didn't really want Connor to try this flight potion.
Seeing the hesitation and confusion on Varga's charming face, Connor was a bit puzzled. Varga had never held back anything from him. Just like that "Pandev's Guide to Pharmaceutics", such a precious book, Varga didn't hesitate to lend it to him. In addition, this flight potion was given to him by Varga. If she didn't want to give it to him, then Varga shouldn't have given it to him. Could it be that Varga had some hidden troubles?
"Varga, is there a problem?" Seeing that Varga still didn't speak and had a conflicted expression, Connor asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Hearing Connor's question again, Varga finally made a decision. She organized her words, "Connor, can you give me some time? Two months, no! One month's time! I'll prepare a new potion for you! "
Seeing the pleading expression on Varga's face, Connor looked at the pink Pandev Flight Potion in his hand. Connor seemed to have realized something. He muttered to himself and didn't say anything. He returned the potion and "Pandev's Guide to Pharmaceutics" to Varga at the same time.
Seeing that Connor seemed to be angry, Varga suddenly became anxious. She said with some grievance, "Connor, listen to me. The Pandev Flight Potion is a potion from the Byzantine era hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Such a long period of time is enough to change a lot of things. The Pandev Flight Potion is suitable for the wizards of the Byzantine era, but it might not be suitable for our modern wizards. Therefore, even though I followed the formula and made the potion, the Flight Potion might not be effective. Therefore, I plan to test the potion and make sure there are no problems with the potion before giving it to you."
Hearing Varga's explanation, Connor suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Varga. He awkwardly scratched his head. Connor chuckled and then held Varga's small hand, wanting to pull her into his embrace again. Varga glared fiercely at Connor a few times and pushed Connor a few times. She then went along with Connor's wishes.
After calming down Varga's emotions, Connor, who was very interested in the Flight Potion, asked Varga, "Varga, how do you plan to test this Flight Potion? Do you need my help? "
"I've tested the potion on white mice before. I diluted the Flight Potion by ten times and twenty times before feeding it to the mice. However, perhaps the potion itself was a little overbearing, or perhaps the mice's bodies were weak, and they didn't have any magic power, so they couldn't bear and digest the huge energy of the potion itself. In short, the experiment failed. No matter if the potion was diluted by ten times or twenty times, the mice would explode and die after taking it!" Varga shook his head and said bitterly.
"Next, I plan to go to the black market or an underground auction, or a wizard exchange to buy two magical beasts. I'll use them to test the potion and see if I can complete the experiment." Varga said with uncertainty.
After listening to Varga's plan, Connor frowned subconsciously. He was quite familiar with Loen's black market, underground auction, and wizard exchange organizations. The probability of magical beasts appearing wasn't zero, but it really wasn't high. Even if he combined several channels, he might not be able to find magical beasts even after spending a few months. However, Connor himself had a special channel …
"Varga, leave the matter of finding magical beasts to me. You focus on the potion. I'll take care of the rest!" After thinking for a while, Connor said seriously to Varga. Marguerite's Majorca Ring was damaged in the battle between her and Marguerite. Connor had already promised Marguerite to help her repair the Majorca Ring. He could use this opportunity to ask Marguerite to help him find magical beasts. Marguerite was a member of the Church, so she could get some things that were difficult to get in secret.
"Connor, you're not planning to go to the Regillon Forest to catch magical beasts, are you?" Varga looked at Connor with some worry and hesitantly asked Connor.
Varga's question immediately made Connor laugh. The Regillon Forest was a primitive forest about eight hundred kilometers away from Loen City. Traces of magical beasts did appear there a hundred years ago, but ever since the Church of the Storm organized a group of people more than sixty years ago, magical beasts had disappeared there. However, there were rumors in the black market recently that magical beasts had revived there, and traces of magical beasts had appeared again. However, the authenticity of this news had yet to be confirmed.
"Don't worry, I have my own very reliable channels!" Connor scratched Varga's pert nose. In order not to let Varga worry, he revealed a little information to her.
Hearing Connor's very confident tone, Varga also nodded doubtfully and chose to believe Connor.
After a night of torment, the misunderstanding was resolved, and the matter was discussed. Before the sky was completely bright, Varga reluctantly kissed Connor goodbye and left Ferguson's apartment at 16 Rand Street.
A few hours later, the sky was bright. Just as Connor was about to go out and meet Marguerite to talk about repairing the Majorca Ring and finding magical beasts, a postman rode a bicycle to the door of Connor's apartment and dropped a letter into the mailbox at the door of the apartment.
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