"I'm Connor Ferguson! Let me in! "Connor didn't rush in recklessly. He approached the door and shouted anxiously in a low voice.
"Connor? Why are you here? Don't come in, I need to pack my things! " After hearing Connor's shout, Varga's voice rang out in the slum. After about half a minute, she quietly opened the door and let Connor in.
As soon as Connor entered the room, he clearly saw that there were some black potions placed near the window and the door.
After taking a closer look at the black potions, Connor's back was covered with a layer of cold sweat. Without a doubt, these black potions were poisonous. Once someone rushed in, he or she would definitely come into contact with these poisonous potions.
"Connor, why are you here?" Varga, who was holding a rune dagger in his hand, asked in surprise when he saw Connor suddenly appear.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Varga, you need to take your grandmother and leave right now. The people from Soul Worship Society are on their way here. Oh, where is your grandmother?" Connor asked in a serious tone.
"My grandmother?" Varga's small face showed a touch of sorrow, and a layer of mist formed in his beautiful eyes.
"Is it Lord Connor? Please come in! " Just when Connor looked at Varga, whose eyes were filled with tears, and had an ominous premonition, an old woman's sickly voice sounded from the shabby room.
"Yes!" Connor's eyes narrowed, and he quickly walked into the room. When he entered the room, Connor saw Mary's grandmother lying on a broken bed. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and she was on the verge of death.
Seeing Connor walk in, the frail old woman struggled to sit up from the broken bed. However, she might be too weak and couldn't do it with her own strength.
"Grandma! Have a good rest, everything will be fine! " Wiping away the tears in his eyes, Varga squeezed out a smile on his little face. He walked to Grandma Mary's bed and helped her sit up.
"It's really rude of me to meet Young Master Connor under such circumstances!" After patting her granddaughter's hand lovingly, Grandma Mary turned to Connor and said apologetically,
"Grandma Mary, you are being too serious. But we don't have much time left. You have been discovered and the people of Spirit Worship Religion are about to arrive!" Glancing at Mary's grandmother who was lying on the bed, Connor said seriously. In his heart, he hoped that the old woman could make the "right" choice at this moment.
"Varga, you go out first. I want to have a few words with Young Master Connor alone!" Smiling at Connor, Grandma Mary spoke to Varga.
"Grandma, let's leave together!" At this moment, Valga seemed to have understood what Grandma Mary wanted to discuss with Connor. She immediately cried out as sparkling and translucent tears streamed down her pretty face and fell to the ground.
"Good girl, do you think I can still leave in this condition?" Grandma Mary reached out her skinny arm and quietly wiped away the tears on Valga's face. She said kindly, "Don't worry.
"If we can't leave, we'll fight with them!" Varga clenched her fists and said with hatred.
Shaking her head with a smile, Grandma Mary turned her sight back to Connor who had been silent for a while. "Young Master Connor, since you are here, it seems that you have heard about what happened between us, right?"
"Just a little." Connor nodded. He was now hesitating whether or not he should sneak attack Valga, knock this silly girl unconscious, and then forcibly take her away. Otherwise, looking at the situation, Valga would never choose to abandon her grandmother and live alone!
"Bang!"
Just as Connor made up his mind to attack Varga and knock her out, a strong wind blew. In the next second, Varga collapsed on the ground.
Connor looked at Grandma Mary in surprise. At this moment, the old woman's face was abnormally red. She smiled and handed a bottle of medicine to Connor. "This is the antidote. When you are safe, give it to Varga, and she will wake up by herself. Take Varga and leave."
Connor took the bottle of medicine from the old woman. He hesitated for a while and asked, "I'm honored that you trust me so much, but do you …"
"Young man, I have no other choice. Instead of trusting the Secret Order and the Spirit Worship Society, I'd rather trust you." The old woman smiled bitterly.
Connor nodded and carried the unconscious Varga on his back. He looked at the old woman and solemnly promised, "I'll do my best to protect Varga."
"May the Goddess of the Earth bless you!" Grandma Mary drew a prayer symbol of the Religion of the Earth on her chest and blessed Connor.
"May the Goddess of the Earth bless you too!" Connor carried Varga on his back and left through the back door of the house.
Connor admired Grandma Mary's courage. In the face of life and death, the old woman calmly chose the latter. Her face was abnormally red. It was obvious that she had used some kind of secret technique that had severe side effects. With the old woman's current physical condition, it was easy to imagine the consequences of using such a secret technique.
Five minutes after Connor left with Varga, three men in black rushed to the outside of the room. They looked at each other and nodded. Their bodies flashed and they directly rushed into the room.
Two of the men in black robes were searching back and forth in the room, while the leader, a bald man in black, directly appeared in front of the old woman's sickbed.
"God said that if you pray, he'll give it to you; if you search, he'll find it; if you knock, he'll open the door; because whoever prays, he'll get …" Grandma Mary seemed not to notice the old woman in front of her sickbed as she chanted in a low voice.
"Old Mary, hand over Varga and the formula in your hands, and I'll spare your life." Seeing that the two men had searched the small room but didn't find anything, the bald man in black shook his head and said to the old woman in a low voice, "Don't worry.
Hearing the leader's words, a mocking smile appeared on Grandma Mary's old face.
In the next second, the whole room exploded with a loud bang.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Connor, who was running for his life with Varga on his back, looked back when he heard the sound. Seeing the burning house behind him, he shook his head in admiration. He immediately carried Varga on his back and ran even faster. He was very clear that this was the last protection a grandmother had for her granddaughter.
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