Varga's analysis made Connor nod secretly. Varga had overestimated him when he said that he could last three minutes. In Connor's heart, he would be lucky if he could last two minutes with the mana consumption of the Flight Potion!
"Then, can this problem be solved?" Connor asked Varga with concern after pondering for a while. Connor was still very concerned about the mana consumption of the Flight Potion. If he didn't solve this problem, the value of the Flight Potion would be greatly reduced. If that was the case, it would be very disappointing.
Varga didn't answer Connor's question immediately. Instead, he quietly leaned into his lover's arms and fell into deep thought. Ten minutes later, Varga said leisurely, "I need to do a few experiments to know the specific results. However, I feel that although it's very difficult to solve this problem, it's not impossible!"
Varga's answer made Connor relax a little. He was still very confident in Varga. Since Varga said so, it meant that Varga was still very confident in his heart! Although Connor wasn't completely ignorant about pharmaceutics, he only knew some basic knowledge of pharmaceutics. The problem of improving the mana consumption of the Flight Potion still had to be solved by Varga himself.
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A few days later, just as Connor and Varga were discussing how to solve the mana consumption problem of the Flight Potion in their safe house, an old couple was sitting in an inconspicuous corner of a high-end steak restaurant in the Ural Villa District in the suburbs of Loen City. They wanted to enjoy their food.
"The steak here is really delicious. Old woman, when are you going to learn how to cook? You can cook for me when you get home." The chubby uncle dipped the last piece of steak on his plate in the restaurant's secret chili sauce and swallowed it. He looked at the blonde woman sitting opposite him and said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't have enough.
Hearing the fat uncle's request, although the blonde auntie was expressionless on the surface, under the table, she fiercely stepped on the fat uncle's foot. Looking at the fat uncle's grimacing face, the blonde auntie finally spared the fat uncle. Then, she asked the waiter standing at the side for another steak for the fat uncle.
A few minutes later, when the waiter placed the steak on the table and bowed before leaving, the golden-haired auntie gently tapped the table with her finger. A transparent and invisible barrier separated her and the chubby uncle's corner from the noisy restaurant.
"It seems that the girl doesn't trust you. It's been a day, but she still hasn't come!" the blonde aunt said to the fat uncle seriously.
Hearing the blonde aunt's words, the fat uncle who was still eating the steak smiled and shrugged. "It's normal. We didn't tell her who we are, and she only relied on a letter. If she really dares to come here, she must be fearless, or she must be a fool …"
"So you're saying that you're a sly old man. You didn't expect that little girl to come in the first place?" Hearing her husband's explanation, the blonde woman said in annoyance.
"Before the runes were discovered, I had some hope, but after the runes were discovered, I lost all hope!" The fat uncle said while eating. Within a short while, half of the steak was finished by the fat uncle.
"What? Is the alchemist who discovered your runes very powerful?" the blonde aunt frowned a little.
"Maybe! The Chevo runes are one of the runes I'm most proud of. The alchemist discovered the runes when they were out of energy, so he might not be as powerful as me, but not by much. All in all, he'll be a tough opponent! "the fat uncle burped and said with a smile.
Seeing the fat uncle's confident look, the blonde auntie felt a lot more at ease. She continued to ask the fat uncle, "What should we do next?"
"Since she's waiting for us to contact her, why don't we do it? What else can we do? Let's find a time to sit down and have a good talk! " After putting the last piece of steak into his mouth, the plump uncle chewed the steak while speaking in a muffled voice.
Seeing that the fat uncle had finished eating, the blonde woman carefully handed it over. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sauce from the corner of the fat uncle's mouth. The fat uncle's eyes immediately brimmed with a blissful light. After showing off their love, the blonde woman dispelled the barrier and slapped a five pound note on the table. Then, she quietly left the restaurant with the fat uncle.
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In the safe house on Ramsey Street.
In the basement of the safe house, Connor observed the alchemy furnace in front of him with rapt attention. From time to time, he would strike the alchemy furnace with a series of hand seals to keep it operating normally.
Ever since he discovered the problem with the flying potion, Varga had been trying very hard to solve it. Connor didn't stay idle either. Ever since he met Marguerite last time and got the Soul Suppressing Stone, Connor had been studying how to use it. Although the Soul Suppressing Stone itself was a rare treasure, as an alchemist, Connor still felt that it would be a waste if he didn't do some alchemy work on it.
After thinking about it for half a month, Connor finally had an idea. He built a model of this idea in his auxiliary chip and simulated it. After several simulations, Connor, who had succeeded in the simulation, put all of this into practice.
Now, the refining of the Soul Suppressing Stone had already gone through several steps and was undergoing the final tempering in the alchemy furnace. If there were no accidents, the final product would appear in front of Connor in a few dozen minutes.
While staring at the alchemy furnace, Connor constantly took out magic stones from his spatial ring and piled them around the alchemy furnace. Now was the most critical time for alchemy. If he wanted to successfully refine the Soul Suppressing Stone in the alchemy furnace, he would need a huge amount of energy. Connor alone wasn't enough to supply so much energy. Connor needed the help of thousands of magic stones.
The consumption of magic stones was very fast. On average, ten or even dozens of magic stones were absorbed and turned into dregs every second. Although he had half the output of a magic stone mine, such a fast consumption still made Connor feel a little pained.
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