The potion that Varga had given Little Baldy seemed to be quite effective. In just a few minutes, Little Baldy, who had been bleeding from his seven orifices, had stopped bleeding. His face, which had been contorted with pain, had also calmed down.
Looking at the weak Little Baldy's eyes that were still filled with venom and hatred, Connor, who didn't know why, knew that Little Baldy only had three months left to live. He shrugged and said to Little Baldy, "You could have used a smart way to accept all of this, but you chose the worst option. Therefore, I have no choice but to respect your choice!"
Little Baldy, who had calmed down a moment ago, seemed to snort disdainfully at Connor's words. He laughed coldly and said to Connor, "Even if I agreed to everything, would you let me go in the end?"
Hearing Little Baldy's reply, Connor fell silent. He had to admit that Little Baldy's words made sense. The matter of the flying potion was of great importance. Once it was exposed, it wasn't something that Connor and Varga, two apprentices, could bear. If Little Baldy's test of the flying potion was successful and Varga's potion was really effective, then Connor would kill Little Baldy to prevent the news from leaking out.
If Little Baldy's test of the flying potion was unsuccessful, then Connor would kill Little Baldy because he didn't want others to know that he and Varga were concocting the flying potion. In short, regardless of whether Little Baldy's test of the potion was successful or not, he would undoubtedly die in Connor's hands. There was no turning back for this result.
"Speak. You took me from the Church of the Storm. What do you want me to do?" Perhaps it was because the little baldy clearly understood his situation. Although the hatred and resentment in his eyes were still there, he was no longer struggling. In fact, he even showed a certain degree of relief.
Connor extended his hand towards Varga, who immediately understood. Varga placed the pink bottle of flying potion that she'd concocted into Connor's hand.
Little Baldy didn't look like an idiot. Seeing the potion in Connor's hand, Little Baldy's handsome face revealed a trace of understanding. He faintly said, "So you want me to test the potion for you!"
At this point, the plot had already been laid bare. Connor couldn't be bothered to lie anymore and said to Little Baldy, "That's right, this is a potion. An extremely expensive potion. We don't dare to use it so we need someone to test it on our behalf!"
Looking at the pink bottle of the flying potion, Little Baldy thought and then looked at Connor.. Connor calmly asked Little Baldy, "What does this potion do?"
"Flying! Just like an official Magus! " This time, Connor didn't hesitate and told Little Baldy the answer. He then continued, "We spent a lot of effort and resources to concoct this flying potion according to the potions of the Byzantine era. I think you can choose to give it a try. Not every Magus has the opportunity you have now!"
Hearing the words "flight potion" from Connor's mouth, the eyes of the little baldy, who knew he was going to die, flickered with a radiant light. He looked at the flight potion in Connor's hand with a hint of eagerness. It seemed like he was also very interested in the flight potion.
Feeling Little Baldy's interest in the potion in his hand, Connor wasn't surprised. He was very clear on how great the temptation of being able to fly was for an apprentice Magus. When he had broken through to become an advanced apprentice Magus and started to have the qualifications to concoct flying magic items, there wasn't much difference between Little Baldy's current appearance. However, Little Baldy's eagerness to give it a try raised Connor's guard in his heart.
From Connor's point of view, although Little Baldy's cultivation was very low, only a beginner apprentice, there was a huge gap between him and an advanced apprentice Magus. However, Little Baldy's courage was not small, and his bones were also very tough. If it had been someone else who had been tortured like him before, they would have long since given up and would have knelt down and begged for mercy. However, Little Baldy had stubbornly resisted and didn't even say a single word of mercy. Just based on this courage, Connor really thought highly of Little Baldy.
From Little Baldy's previous attempts to escape from the arbiter, he wasn't an idiot. On the contrary, he was a very shrewd fellow. If nothing unexpected happened, Little Baldy should be very clear that he was able to recover so quickly from his injuries just now. He must have consumed some sort of poison that overdrew his life force. Little Baldy wouldn't be able to live for much longer. Since that was the case, with Little Baldy's temper, Little Baldy should hate him even more and hate him even more. He shouldn't be like this now, where there was a hint of compromise in his actions.
Thinking up to here, Connor's eyes secretly narrowed. Little Baldy's current actions, Connor felt that Little Baldy was definitely playing some trick on him!
"Flying potion, is it very precious? You only have this one bottle? " After observing the flying potion in Connor's hand for a while, Little Baldy pretended to be careless as he said this. At the same time, he extended his hand towards Connor, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the potion.
Hearing Little Baldy ask "only this one bottle", Connor, who was already on guard against Little Baldy, immediately understood what Little Baldy was planning. He smiled at Little Baldy and shook his head. Then, with a thought, Little Baldy's expression immediately changed. However, he couldn't stop Connor's actions. Little Baldy directly stretched out his arms and legs, paralyzed on the floor of the room. After recovering his Fa Li, Little Baldy tried his best to break free from Connor's control. However, his struggles were undoubtedly futile. Under the absolute suppression of Connor's mental power, he couldn't move at all.
After doing all this, Connor couldn't be bothered with Little Baldy and directly asked Varga, "Are there any requirements for using this potion?"
Although he didn't understand Connor's actions, after hearing Connor's question, Varga nodded and said softly, "There are no other requirements. Just drink it and use your Fa Li to digest the potion."
Little Baldy, who was paralyzed on the floor, heard the conversation between Connor and Varga. He immediately understood what Connor wanted to do. A touch of despair immediately appeared in his eyes. He stopped struggling and his face was full of determination. It seemed that he had made some kind of decision. However, before he could do anything, his whole body was forcefully driven by some kind of force. He couldn't help but open his mouth and couldn't close it anymore.
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