Count of Wizards

Chapter 47 understanding

Listening to the cold female voice of the chip in his mind, Connor’s expression became a little more complicated. The analysis report confirmed that the blue potion was a magic potion, but the probability that it was close to 80% made Connor willing to believe that blue The potion is the magic potion.

And since Varga can give the blue potion to himself, it means that it is very likely that she made the blue potion or she has a relationship with the person who made the blue potion. What this means is self-evident!

“Who?”

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

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

“Ahem, Master Connor, are you awake?” Just as Connor was looking for the owner in the room who was spying on his gaze, a kind old woman with a cane came to the dining room of the house.

“Your Excellency?” Connor asked with some caution, but the hand under the quilt secretly touched his back waist, where is his revolver hidden. He has just recovered from a serious illness, and his mana is not enough to support him. Only the revolver can be used for self-defense when casting spells.

“I’m Varga’s grandmother Mary, Mr. Connor, what you looked like yesterday, really frightened me. Fortunately that bullet didn’t hit your heart, or else…” Grandma Mary on crutches has a lingering expression on her old face.

“By the way, Master Connor, this is to take out the bullet from your body!” Grandma Mary tremblingly took out a small cloth bag from the pocket of her clothes, and wrapped the cloth layer by layer. It opened, and there was a silver bullet shining with cold light lying quietly inside.

Seeing the silver bullet, Connor’s eyes narrowed subconsciously, but in the next second he shifted his sight from the devilish bullet to the kind face of Grandma Mary.

Intuition tells Connor that this kind old woman is not as simple and ordinary as her appearance.

“Mr. Connor, this is your thing, you can take it away!” As if not aware of Connor’s abnormality, Grandma Mary put the small cloth bag beside the bed.

Holding the small cloth bag in his hand calmly, Connor smiled brightly on his face. He slightly bowed his head and thanked him: “Grandma Mary, I heard Varga say that you saved me. Thank you so much. Up!”

“Master Connor, you are so polite. My old lady did nothing. You survived thanks to the goddess of the storm!” After speaking, Grandma Mali, who was on crutches, closed her palms, closed her eyes, and whispered. I prayed.

Hearing the words “storm”, the smile on Connor’s face was suddenly startled, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and the smile on his face was barely maintained. “Yes, thanks to the blessing of the storm goddess, I can survive! Thank you so much to the storm goddess!”

“Master Connor, do you have any relatives or friends? This home is my old woman and Varga living alone. My old woman is nothing, but Varga is still a few months of adulthood… ·····” Grandma Mary said embarrassedly:

There was a bit of bitterness in his heart, but Connor could also understand Grandma Mary, smiled and nodded and said: “Grandma Mary, I understand what you mean, and I thank you very much if you can save my Connor Ferguson life. So troublesome, I can leave by myself.”

After talking, Connor took a deep breath, moved his body slowly, and stepped out of the hospital bed. With a smile on his pale face, he straightened his waist and bowed again to thank Grandma Mary.

“It’s another apprentice with spiritual talent. I really don’t know whether he is lucky or unlucky!” When Connor walked out of the room, Grandma Mary muttered to herself in the room alone:

“Crack!”

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

glanced at the empty bed, Varga’s beautiful eyes showed a touch of surprise, and he turned to his grandmother and asked, “Grandma Mary, where’s Connor? Did he just wake up? He can’t move around at will.”

“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.

“Gone?” Varga yelled out of voice, and immediately her face turned white, and the basket she was carrying fell to the ground with a “bang”.

“Grandma, did you drive him away?” A layer of mist appeared in Varga’s eyes, and said with a trembling voice:

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

“Grandma, Connor just woke up You just left him. If the wound rips again, he will die!” After getting the affirmative answer, Varga lashed across her face. Two rows of crystal teardrops shouted loudly:

With a cane, Grandma Mary walked slowly to Varga, raised her palm and gently stroked the teardrops on Varga’s face, and said gently: “My little Varga, you too underestimated this named Connor. Ferguson’s young man, his physical fitness has reached the level of an official knight, and I have helped him deal with his wound. Although there will be a little pain, it will never tear again!”

“Grandma, is what you said is true?” Varga’s face reappeared with surprise.

“My dear boy, when did your grandma Mary lie to you?” The old woman smiled kindly and said:

“Sorry, grandma, my attitude just now…” I got a positive answer from my grandma. Varga realized that he was rude just now and 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!” Caressing tenderly the delicate cheek of her granddaughter, Grandma Mary solemnly said:

“Ah? Why? Grandma, you know, if there is no Connor, in that tavern, I might have been…” Hearing his grandma kept herself away from Connor Ferguson, Varga said eagerly :

“Child, what happened in that pub, you told me, if it weren’t for Connor’s saving you, how could I save someone like him!” Grandma Mary whispered.

“A person like him? What happened to Connor?” Varga asked suspiciously. She didn’t understand at all, why her grandmother would use a person like him to describe Connor.