Hearing what Connor said, Varga's beautiful eyes once again appeared incomprehensible. After thinking for a while, she asked Connor: "Connor, do you mean that there is a problem with this book?"

"No, Varga, you are a pharmacist. You are much better than me in the field of pharmacy. You need to judge for yourself if there are any problems with the classics. I just tell you what I see." Shrugged at Varga , Connor smiled and said:

As far as the appearance of the classics is concerned, in fact, except for the tear marks, Connor did not see anything wrong in the rest of the place. Connor is also not a **** who can cheat from the tear marks. What is the purpose of the people who made this, and why did they cheat?

Varga nodded when she heard the words, but from the look in her thinking eyes, she seemed to be still thinking about Connor's words. Turning his attention back to the flying potion itself, Connor's eyes were full of longing and curiosity. After hesitating, Connor turned his head and asked Varga: "Varga, can I try this bottle of potion?"

"Huh?" Hearing Connor's question, Varga recovered from his thoughts, a hesitation appeared on Qiao's face. It seemed that she didn't really want Connor to try this bottle of flying potion.

Seeing the hesitation and entanglement on Varga’s pretty face, Connor was a little confused. Varga had never reserved him, just like the "Pandev Pharmacy Collection" just now, such a precious classic, Varga Without hesitation, I lent it to myself. Besides, Varga took the initiative to show this bottle of flying potion to herself. If she didn’t want to give it to herself, Varga shouldn’t show it to herself. Is it possible that Varga had it? What is unspeakable? "Varga, is there any problem?" Seeing that Varga was still silent and entangled there, Connor asked concerned:

Hearing Connor’s inquiry again, Varga finally made a decision. She organized the language: “Connor, can you give me some time, two months, no! One month! I will prepare for you A new bottle of potion!"

Looking at the begging expression on Varga’s face, Connor looked at the pink Pandev flying potion in his hand again. Connor seemed to realize something. He pondered for a moment and then said nothing. "The Selection" was also given to Varga.

Seeing Connor seemed to be a little angry, Varga suddenly became anxious and said a little aggrieved: "Connor, listen to me telling you that Pandev's flying potion was a Byzantine potion hundreds of years ago, even thousands of years ago. Such a long time is enough to change a lot of things. Pandev's flying potion was suitable for the Byzantine wizards at the time. It may not necessarily be used by our modern wizards. Therefore, although I made the potion according to the prescription, the flying potion may not be able to do it. It works, so I plan to give you the medicine after I have tried the medicine and made sure that there is no problem with the medicine."

Hearing Varga’s explanation, Connor suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Varga. He touched his head in embarrassment. Connor smiled, and then took Varga’s little hand and wanted to hold Varga in his arms again. , Varga glared at Connor a few times, and then pushed Connor a few times, but he followed Connor's wish. After calming Varga's emotions, Connor, who was very interested in flying potions, continued to ask Varga: "Varga, how do you plan to test this bottle of flying potions? Do you need my help?"

"I tried the medicine with mice before. I diluted the flying potions by ten and twenty times respectively, and then fed them to the mice, but it may be that the potions themselves are a little overbearing, or the mice are fragile, and they Without mana, it is unable to carry and digest the huge energy of the potion itself. In short, the test failed. Whether the potion was diluted ten times or twenty times, the mouse exploded and died after taking it!" Varga shook his head and said bitterly Road:

"Next, I plan to go to the black market or underground auctions, the wizard's exchange meeting, buy two monsters, and then use them to test the medicine, to see if I can complete the test." Varga said with some uncertainty.

After listening to Varga’s plan, Connor frowned subconsciously. Ruen’s underground black market auctions and wizard exchange organizations are still familiar to him. The probability of the appearance of Warcraft is not uncommon, but it is not high. Several channels are added. Together, it takes a few months, and you may not be able to find Warcraft, but Connor himself has a special channel...

"Varga, leave it to me to find Warcraft. You will focus on the medicine, and I will take care of the other things!" After thinking about it for a while~lightnovelpub.net~Connor told Varga Said seriously. Margaret’s Mallorcan ring was damaged in the battle between her and Martina. Connor has promised Margaret to help her repair the Mallorcan ring. Let Margaret help herself find Warcraft. Margaret is a member of the church. Margaret can get some things that are difficult to get secretly.

"Connor, you're not going to go to the forest of Reggie to catch the monsters, are you?" Looking at Connor with some worry, Varga hesitated and asked Connor:

The question of Varga suddenly made Connor laugh. The Reggie Lone Forest is a primitive jungle about 800 kilometers away from the city of Ruen. Where is the presence of Warcraft a hundred years ago, but it has been more than 60 years ago. A year ago, the White Storm Church organized a manpower and ransacked it. The monsters there have disappeared. However, there have been rumors in the black market recently that the monsters have revived, and traces of the monsters have reappeared. However, the truth of this news is that it is true It has not been confirmed.

"Don't worry, I have a very reliable channel of my own!" Scratching Varga's curvy nose, in order not to worry Varga, Connor revealed a little information to her.

Listening to Connor's very affirmative tone, Varga also nodded suspiciously and chose to believe in Connor. After a night of tossing, the misunderstanding was resolved, and the conversation was over. While the sky was not fully lit, Varga reluctantly kissed Conner goodbye and left the Ferguson apartment at No.16 Rand Street.

A few hours later, the sky was bright. Just when Connor was preparing to go out to meet Margaret, talk about repairing the Mallorcan ring and looking for Warcraft, a postman rode a bicycle to the Conner apartment. At the entrance of the apartment, a letter was dropped into the mailbox at the entrance of the apartment.