Strolling along Christopher Avenue in Loen East, Connor, who had disguised himself as a brown-haired, black-eyed Suso from the Kaman Empire, secretly scanned the street signs. He was searching for the location of the Men's Club, No. 31 Christopher Avenue, according to Charles' memory.
He couldn't help but admire the courage of the founder of the Men's Prosper Club. After all, there was a church of the Church of the Lord of Storms about two streets away from where the Men's Prosper Club was located. It would only take ten minutes to get to Christopher Street from there!
Connor stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated mansion. He squinted his eyes and carefully sized it up. Although the mansion didn't have a house number, he could tell that the house numbers on the left and right of the mansion were No. 32 and No. 30. Therefore, Connor carefully verified and boldly assumed that the dilapidated mansion in front of him was the Men's Club, No. 31 Christopher Avenue.
Taking a deep breath, Connor pushed the sunglasses on his nose and walked towards the mansion.
Before Connor could knock on the door of the house, a deep voice came from the closed door of the house and said to him, "Susuo, this is private property. Please do not enter without an invitation!"
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Connor's face. He said calmly, "Truth be told, I was introduced by Mendes!"
After Connor said this, the door of the mansion fell silent for about three minutes. Just as Connor secretly frowned and wondered if the person who had just spoken had left, the deep voice from behind the door spoke again. "What truth? What Mendes? I don't understand what you're talking about. Let me emphasize it again. This mansion is private property. According to the Empire's constitution, trespassing on private property will result in consequences! "
Connor was not afraid at all when he heard the threat coming from the deep voice behind the door. On the contrary, he wanted to laugh. Why did the guy behind the door take so long to react? Three minutes had already passed, and he was still pretending that he didn't understand anything. What the hell were you doing earlier? Wasn't he just a louse on a bald head — there was obviously something wrong with him?
With a light cough, Connor continued to speak according to the method of entering the Men's Club from Charles's memory. "Everything in the world will eventually fade away. Only the truth is eternal. I want to obtain knowledge from this place. Let me in, Men's Club!"
"Creak …"
As soon as Connor's voice faded, the door of the house opened by a slit that was only big enough for one person to communicate.
"Hurry up and enter!" The deep voice sounded again.
Walking into the house, Connor saw two masked men in casual clothes staring at him closely. One of them was holding a quaint mirror in his hand.
"Sir, are you a supernatural being?" The deep voice came from the masked man who was not holding the mirror. It was obvious that he was talking to Connor just now.
Connor didn't say anything. He only nodded. At the same time, Connor had an idea. He temporarily removed the Breath Holding Spell on himself and revealed his wizard aura.
Sensing the sorcerer's aura on Connor, the two masked men looked at each other and exchanged glances. The owner of the low voice spoke again, "I'm very happy to have another walker on the path of truth join our gathering. First of all, I want to make one thing clear to you, sir. We are an unorganized gathering of free sorcerers. As long as you don't betray everyone, it's your choice whether you want to come or not!"
"Very well!" Connor nodded calmly. After hearing the masked man's introduction, Connor's tense heart relaxed slightly. The Men's Club was exactly what he wanted it to be.
"Sir, due to the special location of this place, in order to prevent anyone from carrying anything that shouldn't be on their bodies, everyone who attends must be inspected by this replica of the Mirror of Truth. Only after confirming that there are no problems can they join the gathering!" The master of the deep voice looked at Connor meaningfully.
"A replica of the Mirror of Truth?" Connor was shocked. He looked at the ancient mirror that the other masked man was holding in surprise. If he remembered correctly, there was a record of the Mirror of Truth in the mysticism book that Reyes gave him, [Chronicles of Byzantine]. The ninth emperor of the Byzantine Empire, Bastitatus, once used the Mirror of Truth to battle three legendary wizards. The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights. The light of the Mirror of Truth shone on the entire capital of Byzantine, Augustus Castle. The souls of the three legendary wizards were purified, and their heads were hung high on the walls of Augustus Castle, showing off his power to Bastitatus' enemies!
In the book [Reyes' Alchemy], the Mirror of Truth was clearly recognized by Reyes as a powerful existence that surpassed level 5 magic items. It belonged to the category of unknown.
"Sir, don't worry. If you don't have any magic items that can eavesdrop, guide, or possess you, this replica of the Mirror of Truth won't cause any harm to you. Of course, if you feel that this is too much, you can choose to leave. We won't force you, but please keep the secret of the Men's Club a secret!" The master of the hoarse voice seemed to be sincere.
"Haha …" Connor sneered. He then said to the masked man who was still holding the ancient mirror, "Come on! But you better not make me feel threatened, or else … "
Although the master of the hoarse voice said that he didn't need to be inspected and could choose to leave, Connor didn't believe a single word he said. He was sure that if he wanted to leave, the two masked men in front of him would definitely attack him!
The two masked men exchanged glances. The one holding the ancient mirror nodded and pointed the mirror at Connor. He then began to chant in a low voice, "The great Mirror of Truth …"
"A.I. Chip! Begin to analyze the mirror. Inform me immediately if there are any abnormalities with the mirror! " Looking at the ancient mirror that gradually lit up with white light as he chanted, Connor squinted his eyes and carefully ordered the A.I. Chip in his mind.
[Beep! Following the host's command, the A.I. Chip begins to work …]
Feeling the white light from the ancient mirror in the masked man's hand hitting his body, Connor couldn't help but secretly frown. Although he frowned, it didn't mean that he found anything unfavorable from the white light. On the contrary, the white light emitted by the mirror only made Connor feel a little warm. Other than that, Connor didn't feel anything strange about it.
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