Chapter 63

The white light has been shining on Connor for about half a minute. Just as Connor's suspicions grow stronger, the white light in the simple mirror goes out. Then the masked man with the mirror nods to the owner with a low voice.

"All right! Welcome to menxing club, sir Seeing the masked man with the mirror confirming to himself, the owner in a low voice once again expressed his welcome to Connor.

"It's over?" Connor frowned and asked, just as the so-called mirror of truth is so famous, even if it is an imitation now, it should be magical in Connor's cognition.

But now he doesn't feel any abnormality from the white light. On the contrary, Connor is a little uneasy. Looking at the meaning of the two masked men, it seems that he has passed the inspection of the copy of the mirror of truth, which makes Connor feel more strange.

"Yes, sir, you have passed our examination! My name is Lemar, and this is my companion Nacho! The two of us on duty are responsible for today's defense. "The owner of the low voice not only gave Connor a positive reply, but also introduced himself and another masked man to Connor.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. May I come to the party now?" Connor nodded to them as a salute.

"Of course, the passage is there, sir. You can go in any time!" Pointing to the stairs on one side, the masked man, who calls himself Lemar, said, "but if you need me, sir, I'd like to give a free piece of advice to the newcomers to the party for the first time!"

"I'd like to hear about it!" Glancing at the stairs that Lemar pointed to, Connor said faintly:

"You need a mask to cover your face. You know, this is in the traditional sphere of influence of rune, the tempest church, and security comes first!" Lemar said meaningfully, and he seemed to conjure a mask out of his body.

"Is your disguise so successful?" Watching Lemar sell himself masks, Connor's face became a little queer.

"Lemar, how much is your mask?" Connor asked calmly, he didn't believe that Lemar would give it to him so kindly. In addition, the auxiliary chip has confirmed that Lemar's mask is a normal one, and there is no problem. Although from the perspective of Lemar's reaction, he should be more successful in disguise as a suzerain, but with the help of mask, it can be regarded as a double insurance for hiding his identity!

"One shilling!" Lemar held out a finger.

Although he knew it would cost less than a shilling to buy the mask outside, the price of a shilling was not too expensive, so Connor was lazy to bargain. He took a shilling coin out of his pocket and threw it to Lemar. Then he took the mask from Lemar's hand and walked to the stairs.

"Tut Tut, it seems that this new comer is very rich. He just threw out a shilling!" Lemar stroked the cold relief of Raul III on a shilling coin. Although he was covered by a mask and could not see the expression on his face, he could clearly feel the joy in his voice.

Standing next to Lemar, Nacho, who always kept quiet, looked at his greedy companion, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes behind the mask.

"Chip, did you analyze the function of white light in the mirror just now?" Walking on the stairs at a constant speed, Connor said in his heart

"Drop, auxiliary chip, according to the analysis of known knowledge, white light has a certain perspective to discover the function of demonizing items!"

"What is the level of demonization of the ancient mirror, which is called the replica of the realm of truth?" After thinking about it, Connor asked again in his mind:

"Drop! The probability of the quaint mirror suspected to be a level 1 magic item is as high as 97.6%! " The voice of the cold girl rang out in Connor's head and gave a nearly positive answer.

“SHIT！” Connor murmured that he had just been fooled by the name of the copy of the mirror of truth! According to his understanding of demonized objects, even if that simple mirror is really a copy of the mirror of truth, it will not have much effect as long as it is a first-class demonized object. No wonder the adjective used in the chip just described the white light effect has a certain effect.

After shaking his head, Connor couldn't laugh or cry. He was still curious just now. How could the copy of the mirror of truth show up in front of a strange wizard so magnificently? That's why. Maybe this first-class magic item can be mass produced, and it's even cheaper!

After walking for about half a minute, Connor finally reached the end of the stairs, where there was a tightly closed thick door. Looking back at the stairs behind him, Connor's eyes flashed a look of suspicion. If he thought right, he just went directly from the stairs of the hall on the first floor of the mansion to the third floor without going through the second floor.

With the mask on, Connor tapped on the closed door."Rookie, the door is not locked. Come in directly!" It didn't take Connor long to wait. Three or four seconds after he knocked on the door, a gentle voice came from behind.

He quietly pushed the door open. Inside the door, Connor saw a living room about 100 square meters. Several gas lamps in the living room were providing sufficient light for the windowless living room. On the chairs and sofas around, there were more than 20 masked men and women.

On the main seat of the hall sat an old man with a mask painted with an immortal bird. It seemed that he should be the host of the party. Seeing Connor coming in, the old man nodded and waved to Connor to close the door and sit aside.

With the door closed, Connor sat quietly in an empty seat, squinting to see what would happen to the wizard's party.

"Hey, hey, I need some mystery books about Byzantium. I don't know who has them. The price is easy to say!" Shortly after Connor sat down, a thin man stood up, glanced at everyone in the living room and said:

"Mystery books about Byzantium?" Connor thought to himself that he had a Byzantine chronicle in his hand. But this Byzantine chronicle can't be sold to this skinny man. Reyes gave it to him. Reyes told him that he must not tell others about the knowledge he got from him.

After the thin man finished his request, no one in the hall responded. Seeing this scene, the thin man said with a dry smile: "as long as it's about Byzantine mystery books, at least hardware pounds, no ceiling!"