Wizard Earl

Chapter 62 The Mirror of Truth

Strolling along Cristo Avenue in the eastern part of Loen, Connor, disguised as a brown-haired, black-eyed Suso man of minority ethnicity from the Kaman Empire, discreetly scanned the house numbers on the street, searching for number 31 Cristo Avenue, where Charles remembered the Mönchengladbach Clubhouse.

He had to admire the courage of the founder of the Mönchengladbach Club, considering that there was a church of the Storm Church just two blocks away from Cristo Street, where the Mönchengladbach Club was located, and it would only take a maximum of ten minutes to get there from there!

Connor stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated mansion, squinting as he examined it closely. Although the mansion had no address, he observed that the buildings on either side of it were numbered 32 and 30. So, Connor cautiously confirmed and boldly hypothesized that the dilapidated mansion in front of him was number 31 Christo Street, the Mönchengladbach Clubhouse.

Taking a deep breath, Connor adjusted his sunglasses and walked towards the house.

Before Connor could even knock on the mansion's door, a deep voice came from inside, saying, "Suso man, this is private property. Do not enter without an invitation!"

Upon hearing this, Connor smiled slightly and said calmly, "Truth be upon me, I was introduced by Mendes!"

After Connor finished speaking, there was a full three minutes of silence inside the house. Just as Connor frowned, wondering if the person who had spoken had left, the deep voice inside spoke again: "What Truth? What Mendes? I don't understand what you're talking about. I'll emphasize again, this house is private property. Trespassing on private property, according to the Imperial Constitution, will result in consequences... you will be solely responsible!"

Hearing the deep, threatening voice from inside the door, Connor wasn't scared at all. On the contrary, he almost laughed. How could that guy behind the door have such a long reaction time? Three minutes had passed, and he was still pretending not to understand anything. What were you doing all this time? It's like a louse on a bald man's head—it's obviously something wrong.

Clearing his throat, Connor continued, following Charles's memory of how to enter the Mönchengladbach Clubhouse: "All things in this world perish, only truth is eternal. I want to gain knowledge from here. Mönchengladbach Clubhouse, let me in!"

"squeak·······"

As soon as Connor finished speaking, the door to the house opened a crack, just wide enough for one person to communicate.

"Fast forward!" the deep voice rang out again.

Upon entering the courtyard, Connor saw two men dressed in plain clothes and wearing masks, staring intently at him as if scrutinizing him. One of them was holding an antique mirror in his hand.

"Sir, are you a superhuman?" A deep voice came from the masked man who wasn't holding a mirror; it was clearly the same man who had just spoken with Connor.

Connor didn't speak, but simply nodded. At the same time, Connor had a thought and briefly dispelled the concealment spell on his body, revealing the aura of a wizard within him.

Sensing the wizarding aura emanating from Connor, the two masked men exchanged a glance. The one with the deep voice spoke again, "It's a pleasure to have another traveler on the path of truth join our gathering. First, I must make one thing clear to you, sir: this is an unorganized, free gathering of wizards. As long as you don't betray anyone, coming or not is entirely voluntary!"

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

"Sir, due to the special nature of this location, to prevent attendees from carrying anything they shouldn't, everyone attending must be checked by this replica of the Realm of Truth to ensure there are no problems before they can participate!" The owner of the deep voice looked at Connor meaningfully as he spoke.

"A replica of the Mirror of Truth?" Connor was startled, looking at the ancient mirror held by the other masked man with considerable surprise. If he remembered correctly, the occult book Reyes had given him, "The Chronicles of Byzantium," contained a record of the Mirror of Truth: Bastituta, the ninth emperor of the Byzantine Empire, once wielded the Mirror of Truth in a battle against three legendary wizards. The battle lasted seven days and seven nights, and the light of the Mirror of Truth illuminated the entire Byzantine capital, Augustusburg. The souls of the three legendary wizards were purified, and their heads were hung high on the walls of Augustusburg, openly displaying Bastituta's fame to his enemies!

In the book "Reyes Alchemy", the Realm of Truth is explicitly identified by Reyes as a powerful existence that surpasses level 5 enchanted items and belongs to the realm of the unknown.

"Sir, please rest assured, if you are not carrying any magical items that can eavesdrop, guide, or possess, this replica of the Realm of Truth will not cause you any harm. Of course, if you feel this is too much to ask, you can choose to leave. We will not force you, but please be sure to keep the secret about the Mönchengladbach Club!" The owner of the hoarse voice said seemingly sincerely.

"Heh..." Connor sneered, then said to the masked man who had been holding the antique mirror and remained silent, "Come on! But you'd better not make me feel threatened, otherwise..."

Although the owner of the deep voice spoke very nicely, saying that if he didn't accept the inspection, he could choose to leave, 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 attack him!

The two masked men exchanged a glance. The one holding the antique mirror nodded, looked Connor in the mirror, and began to chant softly, "Great Mirror of Truth..."

"Chip! Begin detection and analysis. Notify me immediately if any abnormality occurs in this mirror!" Watching the ancient mirror gradually emit a white light as he chanted, Connor squinted, cautiously and vigilantly, while mentally commanding the auxiliary chip.

"Beep! In accordance with the subject's will, the chip is commencing operation..."

As the white light emanating from the ancient mirror in the masked man's hand fell upon him, Connor couldn't help but frown. Although he frowned, it didn't mean that Connor had discovered anything detrimental to him from the white light. On the contrary, apart from giving Connor a slightly warm feeling, he didn't notice anything unusual about the white light emanating from the mirror.

(End of this chapter)