Wizard Count

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 was close to 80%. , Connor is willing to believe that the blue potion is the magic potion.

And since Valga can give the blue potion to herself, it shows that it is very likely that the blue potion was made by her 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 suddenly cold light flashed in his eyes and shouted sharply:

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

"cough cough, Young Master Connor, are you awake?" Just as Connor was looking for the owner who spied his gaze in the room, the restaurant of the house came to a kind Old man with a cane. Lady.

"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. The mana is not enough to support him to cast spell, the only thing that can be used for self-protection is the revolver.

"I’m Valga’s grandmother Mary, Mister Connor. The look of you yesterday really frightened me. Fortunately, that bullet didn’t hit your heart, otherwise... ··" Grandma Mary, who was on crutches, had a lingering expression on her old face.

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

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

Intuition tells Connor that this kind Old Lady is not as simple and ordinary as her appearance.

"Mister Connor, this is your thing, you can take it away!" As if not aware of Connor's strangeness, Grandma Mary put the small cloth bag beside the bed.

Grabbing the small cloth bag in his hand calmly, Connor’s face bloomed with a bright smile, he slightly bowed his head and thanked him, “Grandma Mary, I heard Valga say that you saved me. Thank you so much!"

"Young Master Connor, you are so polite. My old woman did nothing. You can survive thanks to the storm Goddess. Bless!" Grandma Mali, who was holding a cane, closed her palms, closed her eyes, and began to pray in a low voice.

Hearing the words "storm", the smile on Connor's face suddenly started, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times before the smile on his face barely maintained. "Yes, thanks to the Goddess of the storm, I was able to survive! Thank you very much Goddess of the storm!"

"Young Master Connor, do you have any relatives or friends? This home is just mine. The old woman and Valga live alone. My old woman is nothing, but Valga is still a few months of adulthood..." Grandma Mary said embarrassingly:

There is a bit of bitterness in my heart, but Connor can also understand Grandma Mary, nodded with a smile and said: "Grandma Mary, I understand what you mean, you can save me Connor Ferguson. , 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 back and asked Mary again. Grandma bowed to thank you.

"I am another apprentice with innate talent. I really don’t know whether he is lucky or unfortunate!" When Connor walked out of the room, Grandma Mary whispered to herself in the room alone. Said:

"ka!"

However, at this time, the door was opened again, and the petite Valga walked back with a basket on his back, in the sturdy basket, In addition to a few seasonal vegetables, there is also a small piece of beef.

I glanced at the empty bed, Valga's beautiful eyes showed a touch of surprise, and turned to ask his grandmother: "Grandma Mary, where is Connor? Did he just wake up? It's active."

"He's gone!" Grandma Mary turned her head and looked towards Valga, her tone said in a tranquil voice, although her tone was calm, Old Lady looked towards her granddaughter's eyes were full of affection and love And distressed color.

"Gone?" Valga yelled out of silence, and immediately her face turned pale, and the basket she was carrying was also "peng" and fell to the ground.

"Grandma, did you drive him away?" A layer of water mist appeared in Valga's big eyes, and said with a trembling voice:

This time the Old Lady did not speak, but was nodded.

"Grandma, Connor just woke up, you just left him, if the wound tears again, he will die!" I got the affirmative answer, and Valga pretty face was touched twice. With crystal tears, loudly shouted:

With a cane, Grandma Mary walked slowly to Valga's side, raised her palm and gently stroked the tears on Valga's face, and said gently: "My Little Valga, you underestimated this youngster named Connor Ferguson. His physical fitness has reached the official Knight level, and I have helped him deal with his wounds. Although there will be a little pain, it is definitely not. It will tear again!"

"Grandma, is what you said is true?" The color of surprise reappeared on Valga's pretty face.

"My good child, when did your grandma Mary lie to you?" Old Lady kindly said with a smile:

"Sorry, grandma, my attitude just now· ······" I got a positive answer from my grandmother. Valga realized that he was rude just now, rubbing the corners of his clothes and whispered:

"It’s okay, my good child, but what you want Remember, stay away from Connor Ferguson as much as possible. He is a dangerous person!" Gently stroking the delicate cheeks of his granddaughter, Grandma Mary solemnly said:

"Ah? Why? Grandma, you I know, if there was no Connor, in that tavern, I might have been..." Hearing that my grandmother kept herself away from Connor Ferguson, Valga said impatiently:

"child , What happened in that tavern, 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?" Valga asked suspiciously. She didn't understand at all, why her grandma would use someone like him to describe Connor.