Count of Wizards

Hearing the cold female voice from the chip in his mind, Connor's expression became a little complicated. The analysis report confirmed that the blue potion was 100% magic potion, but the probability was close to 80%, which made Connor willing to believe that blue potion Potions are magic potions.

And since Varga was able to give the blue potion to herself, it means that it is very likely that the blue potion was made by her or that she is related to the person who made the blue potion. What this means is self-evident!

"who?"

Lying on the wooden bed, Connor's eyes suddenly flashed coldly, and he shouted sharply:

Just when he was thinking, he suddenly found that someone seemed to be spying on him in the room. ,

"Ahem, Master Connor, are you awake?" Just as Connor was looking for the master who was watching him in the room, a kind old woman with a cane came to the dining room of the house.

"Your Excellency?" Connor asked with some vigilance, but the hand under the quilt secretly touched his lower back, where is his revolver hidden, he has just recovered from a serious illness, and his mana is not enough to support him Casting spells, the only thing that can be used for self-defense is a revolver.

"I'm Varga's grandma Mary, Mr. Connor, the way you looked yesterday really frightened me. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit your heart, otherwise..." Leaning on Grandma Mary, who was on crutches, had an expression of lingering fear on her old face.

"By the way, Master Connor, this is taking the bullet out of your body!" Grandma Mary tremblingly took out a small cloth bag from the pocket of her clothes, and wrapped the small cloth layer by layer. Opened it, and there was a silver bullet gleaming with cold light lying quietly inside.

Seeing the silver bullet, Connor narrowed his eyes subconsciously, but in the next second he shifted his gaze from the demon-destroying bullet to Grandma Mary's kind face.

Intuition told Connor that this kind old woman was not as simple and ordinary as she appeared on the outside.

"Mr. Connor, this is your thing, please put it away!" Grandma Mary put the small cloth bag beside the bed as if she didn't notice Connor's strange behavior.

Grabbing the small cloth bag in his hand calmly, Connor had a bright smile on his face, he bowed his head slightly and said in thanks: "Grandma Mary, I heard from Varga that you saved me, thank you so much Already!"

"Master Connor, you are so polite. I, an old woman, didn't do anything. You survived thanks to the blessing of the Goddess of Storms!" After finishing speaking, Grandma Mali, who was on crutches, folded her palms, closed her eyes, and whispered I prayed.

Hearing the word "storm", the smile on Connor's face was startled, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and the smile on his face was barely maintained. "That's right, thanks to the blessing of the Storm Goddess, I was able to survive! Thank you so much, the Storm Goddess!"

"Master Connor, do you have any relatives or friends? I, the old woman, and Varga live alone in this house. My old woman is nothing, but Varga is still a few months old... "..." Grandma Mary said with some embarrassment:

There was a bit of bitterness in his heart, but Connor could also understand Grandma Mary, nodded with a smile and said, "Grandma Mary, I understand what you mean, I am already very grateful to you for saving the life of Connor Ferguson, no need So troublesome, I can leave by myself."

After speaking, Connor took a deep breath, moved his body slowly, and got off the hospital bed. With a smile on his pale face, he straightened his back, bowed to Grandma Mary again and pushed the door open to leave.

"Another apprentice with spiritual talent, I really don't know whether he is lucky or unlucky!" After Connor walked out of the room, Grandma Mary whispered to herself in the room alone:

"Crack!"

However, at this moment, the door was opened again, and the petite Varga came back with a vegetable basket. In the sturdy vegetable basket, besides a few seasonal vegetables, there was also a small piece of beef.

Glancing at the empty bed, a look of surprise appeared in Varga's beautiful eyes, and he turned to his grandmother and asked, "Grandma Mary, where is Connor? He just woke up and can't move freely."

"He's gone!" Grandma Mary turned her head to look at Varga, and said in a calm tone. Although her tone was calm, the eyes of the old woman looking at her granddaughter were full of love and distress.

"Leaving?" Varga shouted involuntarily, and immediately her face turned pale, and the vegetable basket she was carrying fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Grandma, did you drive him away?" Varga said in a trembling voice with mist in his eyes:

This time the old woman didn't speak, but just nodded.

"Grandma, Connor has just woken up, you just leave him, if his wounds are torn again, he will die!" After receiving an affirmative answer, two lines of crystal tears ran across Varga's face, shouted:

Leaning on crutches, Grandma Mary walked slowly to Varga's side, raised her palm and gently stroked the teardrops on Varga's face, and said gently: "My little Varga, you underestimate this man named Connor. Ferguson is a young man, his physical fitness has reached the official knight level, and his wound, I have helped him deal with it, although it will hurt a little, but it will never be torn again!"

"Grandma, is everything you said true?" Varga's face resurfaced with surprise.

"My dear child, when has your grandmother Mary lied to you?" The old woman said with a kind smile:

"Sorry, grandma, my attitude just now..." After getting an affirmative answer from grandma, Varga realized his rudeness just now, rubbed the corner of his clothes and whispered:

"It's okay my good boy, but you have to remember one thing, try to stay away from Connor Ferguson, he is a dangerous person!" Gently stroking her granddaughter's delicate cheek, Grandma Mary said solemnly:

"Ah? Why? Grandma, you know, if there is no Connor, in that tavern, I might be..." Hearing that his grandma kept him away from Connor Ferguson, Varga said anxiously :

"Son, you told me what happened in that tavern. If it wasn't for the sake of saving you, how could I save someone like him!" Grandma Mary whispered,

"A person like him? What's wrong with Connor?" Varga asked suspiciously. She didn't understand at all why her grandmother would use someone like him to describe Connor.