Count of Wizards

Strolling on Christo Avenue in the east area of ​​Loen, Connor, who had already disguised himself as a Suso, a minority of the Kaman Empire with brown hair and black eyes, secretly scanned the house numbers on this street. He was looking for Charles in his memory. No. 31, Christo Street, where the Borussia Club is located

He had to admire the courage of the owner who founded the Borussia Club. You must know that there is a Church of the Storm Church about two streets away from the Crystal Street where the Borussia Club is located. ten minutes!

When he came to a somewhat dilapidated mansion, Connor stopped in his tracks, squinted his eyes and looked it over carefully. Although this mansion did not have a house number, the house numbers of the buildings on the left and right sides of the mansion were different from the observations. It is No. 32 and No. 30, so Connor carefully verified it and boldly assumed that the dilapidated mansion in front of him is No. 31, Christol Street, the Menxing clubhouse.

Taking a deep breath, Connor pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and walked towards the house.

Before Connor knocked on the door of the house, a low voice came from the tight door of the house, saying to him, "People from Susuo, this is a private property, please do not come in without an invitation!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Connor's face, and he said lightly: "The truth is above, I was introduced by Mendes!"

After Connor finished speaking, the courtyard door was silent for about three minutes. Just as Connor frowned secretly, wondering if the person who spoke just now had left, the deep voice inside the door spoke again. Said: "What truth? What Mendez? I don't understand what you're talking about. Let me emphasize again, this house is a private property, trespassing on private land, according to the imperial constitution, trespassing on private land, all problems arise... ······At your own peril!"

Hearing the threat from the deep voice inside the door, Connor was not afraid at all, on the contrary, he wanted to laugh a little. Why did the guy behind the door have such a long reflex arc? Three minutes had passed, and he still pretended not to hear anything I understand, what have you been doing, isn't this just a lice on the bald head-is there something wrong with it?

With a light cough, Connor continued to follow the method of entering the Menxing club in Charles's memory: "Everything in the world will eventually perish, and only the truth will last forever. I want to gain knowledge from here, and the Menxing club will let me in!"

"squeak·······"

As soon as Connor finished speaking, the door of the house opened a crack that only allowed one person to communicate.

"Fast forward!" The deep voice sounded again.

Walking into the house, Connor saw two men in casual clothes and masks staring at him closely, and one of them was holding a simple mirror in his hand.

"Sir, are you a Transcendent?" A deep voice sounded from the masked man who didn't hold a mirror. It was obvious that he was talking to Connor just now.

Connor didn't speak, but just nodded. At the same time, with a thought, Connor briefly lifted the breath restraint technique on himself, revealing the aura of a wizard on his body.

Sensing the aura of a wizard on Connor, the two masked men exchanged glances at each other, and the owner with a low voice said again: "I'm glad that there is another walker on the road of truth who can join our party. First of all, I I want to make one thing clear to you, sir, we are an unorganized gathering of free wizards, as long as we don't betray everyone, coming or not is entirely voluntary!"

"Very good!" Connor nodded calmly. Hearing the masked man's introduction, Connor's tense heart relaxed slightly. The Borussia Clubhouse was exactly what he had imagined.

"Sir, because of the particularity of the location here, in order to prevent, the people who attend the party have things that should not exist, so everyone who attends the party must be checked by the replica of the Realm of Truth to confirm that there is no problem. You can only attend the party!" The owner with a deep voice looked at Connor meaningfully and said:

"A replica of the Mirror of Truth?" Connor was taken aback, looking at the simple mirror in the hands of another masked man in surprise. If he remembered correctly, the mysterious book Reyes gave him The book "Byzantine Memorabilia" once had such a record about the Realm of Truth. Bastituta, the ninth emperor of the Byzantine Empire, once fought three legendary wizards with the Realm of Truth in his hand. The bloody battle lasted seven days and nights. Throughout the Fort Augustus, the capital of Byzantium, the souls of three legendary wizards were purified, and their heads were hung high above the walls of Fort Augustus, nakedly showing off his prestige to the enemies of Bastituta!

In the book "Reyes Alchemy", the Realm of Truth is clearly considered by Reyes to be a powerful existence beyond the fifth-level magic item, which belongs to the unknowable range.

"Please don't worry, sir, if you don't have magical items with eavesdropping, guiding, possessing, etc., this imitation of the Realm of Truth will not cause any harm to you. Of course, sir, if you feel that this is a bit difficult , you can choose to leave, we will not force others, but please be sure to keep the secret about the Borussia clubhouse!" The owner of the hoarse voice said sincerely:

"Hehe..." Connor sneered, and immediately said to the masked man who was holding the simple mirror and never spoke: "Come on! But it's best not to make me feel threatened, otherwise... "

Although the owner with the deep voice said nicely that he could choose to leave if he didn't accept the inspection, Connor didn't believe a word of his nonsense. He was sure that if he wanted to leave, the two masked men in front of him would definitely Will do it!

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

"Chip! Start the detection and analysis. If there is any abnormality in this mirror, please notify me immediately!" Looking at the quaint mirror that gradually glowed with white light as he sang, Connor squinted his eyes, while being cautiously vigilant. The auxiliary chip is ordered in the heart.

"Drip! Follow the will of the subject, and the chip starts to work..."

Feeling the white light from the simple mirror in the masked man's hand hit him, Connor couldn't help but secretly frowned. Although his brows were furrowed, it didn't mean that Connor had discovered something unfavorable to him from the white light. On the contrary, the white light emitted by the mirror, apart from making Connor feel a little warm, the rest of Connor didn't notice anything unusual.