The white light illuminated Connor for about half a minute. Just as the suspicion in Connor's heart intensified, the white light in the ancient mirror extinguished. Following that, the masked man holding the mirror nodded at the owner of the deep voice.
"Alright! Sir, the Prospers Clubhouse welcomes you! " Upon seeing the masked man with the mirror confirm with him that there was no mistake, the owner of the deep voice once again expressed his welcome to Connor.
"It's over?" Connor asked with a frown. As the saying went, "there must be something amiss when things are out of the ordinary." With the Mirror of Truth's reputation, even if it was a replica, Connor believed that it should be abnormally miraculous.
But now, he didn't sense any abnormalities from the white light. Instead, Connor felt a little uneasy. From the words of the two masked men, it seemed like he had passed the inspection of the Mirror of Truth's replica. This made Connor feel even more uneasy.
"Yes, sir, you have passed our inspection! My name is Lemar, and this is my companion, Nacho! The two of us are in charge of today's defense. "Not only did the owner of the deep voice give Connor an affirmative answer, but he also introduced himself and the other masked man to Connor.
"Hello, may I join the gathering now?" Connor nodded at the two of them as a form of greeting.
"Of course, the passageway is right there. Sir, you can enter at any time!" The masked man, who claimed to be Lemar, pointed to the staircase by the side and said, "But if you need it, I'm willing to give a free piece of advice to a newcomer attending the gathering for the first time!"
"I'd like to hear the details!" Connor glanced at the staircase Lemar was pointing at and said indifferently, "You need a mask to conceal your face.
"You need a mask to hide your face. You have to know that this is Loen, the traditional sphere of influence of the Church of Storms. Safety is of utmost importance!" Lemar said meaningfully. With that said, he conjured a mask from his body as though he was performing a magic trick.
"Is my disguise that successful?" Connor's expression became a little strange as he watched Lemar promote the mask to him.
"Lemar, how much is your mask?" Connor asked calmly. He did not believe that Lemar would be so kind as to give it to him. Besides, the auxiliary A.I. Chip had already confirmed that the mask in Lemar's hand was an ordinary one, and there was nothing wrong with it. Based on Lemar's reaction, his disguise as a Susuo should be relatively successful. However, with the help of the mask, it could be considered a double layer of insurance to hide his identity.
"One shilling!" Lemar raised a finger.
Although he knew that buying this mask outside would cost less than a shilling, a shilling wasn't too expensive. Connor was too lazy to haggle. He casually took out a shilling coin from his pocket and tossed it to Lemar. Then, he took the mask from Lemar's hand and walked to the stairs at the side.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like this new partner is very rich. He just casually tossed out a shilling!" Lemar stroked the one shilling coin and marveled at the cold relief of Raul III. Although his expression couldn't be seen because of the mask, he could clearly feel the joy in his voice.
Standing beside Lemar, Nacho, who had remained silent all this while, looked at his greedy partner. A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes behind the mask.
"A.I. Chip, have you analysed the function of the white light in the mirror?" Connor asked in his heart as he walked up the stairs at a steady pace.
[Beep. Auxiliary A.I. Chip, according to known analysis, the white light has a certain degree of penetration. It has the ability to discover magic artifacts.]
After thinking for a while, Connor asked inwardly, "What rank can you confirm that the ancient mirror, which is said to be a replica of the Mirror of Truth, is?"
[Beep! The probability of the ancient mirror being suspected to be a rank 1 magic artifact is as high as 97.6%!] A cold female voice sounded in Connor's mind, giving a near-certain answer.
“SHIT！” Connor cursed in a low voice. He had actually been intimidated by that bullsh * t replica of the Mirror of Truth! Based on his understanding of magic artifacts, even if that ancient mirror was a replica of the Mirror of Truth, as long as it was a rank 1 magic artifact, it wouldn't be of much use. It was no wonder that the A.I. Chip had described the effects of the white light as' a certain effect '.
Shaking his head, Connor did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had been curious as to why a replica of the Mirror of Truth would be so openly displayed in front of an unfamiliar Magus. So this was the case. Perhaps this rank 1 magic artifact could be mass-produced, which would make it even cheaper!
After walking for about half a minute, Connor finally reached the end of the stairs. There was a thick door that was tightly shut. Looking back at the stairs behind him, Connor's eyes flashed with a touch of suspicion. If he didn't think wrong, he just directly walked from the hall on the first floor of the mansion to the third floor without going through the second floor.
Putting on his mask, Connor lightly knocked on the tightly shut door.
"Newcomer, the door is not locked. Just come in!" Connor did not have to wait for too long. After knocking for three to four seconds, a gentle voice sounded from behind the door.
Connor pushed open the door without batting an eyelid. Through the door, he saw a living room that was about a hundred square meters in size. There were several gas lamps in the living room that provided ample light for the windowless living room. On the chairs and sofas around him sat more than twenty masked men and women.
On the main seat of the living room sat an old man wearing a mask with the picture of an undying bird. It seemed like he was the host of this gathering. Seeing Connor enter, the old man nodded lightly and waved his hand to signal for Connor to close the door and sit at the side.
After closing the door, Connor sat on an empty seat at the side without batting an eyelid. He squinted his eyes and began to observe what would happen in this Magus gathering.
"Hehe, I need some books on Byzantine's mysticism. I don't know if anyone has them, but the price is negotiable!" Not long after Connor sat down, a skinny man stood up and glanced at everyone in the living room and said, "I'm sorry.
"Mysticism books on Byzantine's mysticism?" Connor pondered inwardly. He did have a copy of 'Byzantine's Chronicles', but this' Byzantine's Chronicles' couldn't be sold to this skinny man. It was given to him by Reyes. Reyes had told him that the knowledge he obtained from Reyes was not to be divulged to others.
After the skinny man finished his request, no one in the living room responded. Seeing this scene, the skinny man laughed dryly and said, "As long as it is a mysticism book on Byzantine's mysticism, the minimum price is five gold guineas. There is no upper limit!"
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