Chapter 62

Walking along Christo Avenue in the east side of roon, Connor, who has disguised himself as a brown haired and black eyed suzerain ethnic minority of the Kaman Empire, stealthily scans the street. He is looking for No. 31 Christo Avenue, where Charles remembers the menxing club

He had to admire the courage of the owner of the menxing club, You should know that there is a church of storm church about two streets away from Christo street where menxing club is located. It only takes ten minutes at most to get to Christo street!

When he came to a dilapidated house, Connor stopped, narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully. Although the house had no house number, he observed that the house numbers on the left and right sides of the house were No. 32 and No. 30 respectively. Therefore, Connor was careful to verify and made bold assumptions, Now the dilapidated house in front of him was the menxing club, 31 Christo street.

After taking a deep breath, Connor pushed his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and walked to the house,

Before Connor knocked on the door of the house, there was a low voice in the pressing door of the house, saying to him, "suzerain, this is private territory. Please don't come in without invitation!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Connor's face. He said faintly, "the truth is up. I'm introduced by Mendes!"

When Connor finished this sentence, the door of the house was silent for about three minutes. Just as Connor frowned and wondered if the man who had just spoken had left, the low voice in the door said again, "what truth? What Mendes? I don't understand what you're talking about. I'll stress once again that this house is a private domain. If you break into private domain, according to the constitution of the Empire, you should bear all the consequences if you break into private domain! "

The low voice inside the door was full of threats, but he was not afraid. On the contrary, he wanted to laugh. Three minutes later, the guy behind the door pretended that he didn't understand anything. What have you been doing? This is the lice on the bald head. Is there a problem?

With a slight cough, Connor continued to follow the way Charles remembered to enter the menxing club and said, "all things in the world will eventually disappear. Only truth can be eternal. I want to get knowledge from here. Let me enter the menxing club."

"Squeak"

As soon as Connor's voice fell, the door of the house opened a slit that only one person could communicate with.

"Fast forward!" The low voice sounded again.

Walking into the courtyard, Connor saw two men in plain clothes and masks, staring at themselves closely, while one of them was holding a simple mirror.

"This gentleman, are you extraordinary?" A low voice came from the masked man who didn't hold the mirror. It was obvious that he was just talking to Connor.

Connor did not speak, just nodded, and at the same time, Connor read a move, temporarily relieved his breath collection skills, and revealed his own wizard's breath.

The two masked men looked at each other and exchanged their eyes. The owner in a low voice said again, "I'm glad another traveler on the way to truth can come to our party. First of all, I want to make it clear to you that we are an unorganized free wizard party here, as long as we don't betray you, Whether you want to come or not depends on your own will

"Very good!" Connor nodded calmly. Hearing the introduction of the masked man, Connor's tense heart relaxed slightly. The menxing club was exactly what he expected.

"Sir, because of the special location here, in order to prevent the people who attend the party from having something that shouldn't exist, all the people who attend the party should be checked by the copy of this realm of truth to make sure there is no problem before they can attend the party!" If the owner of the low voice looked at Connor with deep meaning, he said:

"A copy of the mirror of truth?" Connor was surprised and looked at another masked man's pristine mirror in his hand. If he remembers correctly, the Book Byzantine chronicles, which Reyes gave him, once recorded the realm of truth. Bastituta, the ninth generation king of Byzantine Empire, once held the realm of truth to fight against three legendary witches for seven days and seven nights, The light of the mirror of truth shines on Augustus castle, the capital of Byzantium. The souls of the three legendary witches are purified, and their heads are hung high on the wall of Augustus castle, showing off their prestige to the enemies of bastituta!

In the book of Reyes' alchemy, the realm of truth is clearly considered by Reyes to be beyond the powerful existence of level five demonized objects and belongs to the scope of unknowability.

"Don't worry, sir. If you don't have demonized items with the functions of eavesdropping, guiding and possession, this imitation of the realm of truth won't do you any harm. Of course, sir, if you think it's hard for you, you can choose to leave. We won't be hard for you, but please keep the secret about the menxing club!" The owner of the hoarse voice seemed to say sincerely:"Ha ha..." with a sneer, Connor immediately said to the masked man holding the simple mirror who never spoke: "come on! But it's better not to make me feel threatened, otherwise

Although the owner with a low voice said very well that he could choose to leave if he didn't accept the inspection, Connor didn't believe a word of his lies. He was sure that if he wanted to leave, the two masked men in front of him would start!

The two masked men looked at each other, nodded, took a picture of Connor, and began to sing in a low voice: "the great mirror of truth..."

"Chip! Start detection and analysis. If there is any abnormality in this mirror, please inform me immediately! " Looking at the simple mirror that gradually showed a burst of white light along with the chanting, Connor narrowed his eyes, cautiously vigilant, and ordered the auxiliary chip in his heart.

"Drop! Following the will of the subject, the chip starts to work

Feeling the white light from the simple mirror in the masked man's hand hitting him, Connor could not help but frown. Although the brow was frowned, it did not mean that Connor found something bad for him from the white light. On the contrary, the white light from the mirror, In addition to let Connor some warm feeling, the rest of Connor did not notice anything unusual