Chapter 1149 Infiltration
Mithril has been a hard currency with a limited supply since ancient times. It is obviously unrealistic for everyone to have a mithril robe. Even Sirius, a wealthy man, cannot afford it.
Therefore, Vincent's plan was to minimize the amount of mithril used while covering the entire body.
He returned to the workshop to start making prototypes, while Victor took the old members of the Wiccan Party to stay in the newly purchased hotel.
Yes, buy a hotel.
The American branch moved to Wall Street many years ago. They already held stocks of many listed companies. After a few years, they now hold a large number of Nasdaq stocks and have power in the Muggle financial market comparable to that of the tycoon Soros.
It was just buying a hotel, and Victor didn't even frown at the time.
After settling everyone in, Victor packed a hearty lunch and returned to the old book corridor.
Vincent had already made a prototype, and it functioned perfectly, but he seemed deeply dissatisfied.
Victor knocked on the doorframe of the workshop and held up the bag in his hand.
Vincent put down the blueprint and stretched himself. "Have you settled them?"
"Don't worry. The Impostors have almost subverted their common sense. I believe they will not reject the Muggle world."
"That's good." Vincent went with him to the bookstore upstairs.
Although it is used to conceal the alchemy workshop, the old books on the bookshelf are quite old. They are probably Nico's collection over the years.
Victor found an empty space and snapped his fingers to summon the table and chairs placed in the corner.
The dinner he brought was very sumptuous, consisting entirely of authentic French dishes.
Vincent sat down and ate with him. For vampires, human food could only provide a sense of fullness but no nutrition.
"Want some?" Victor took out a bottle of red wine without any label.
"it is good."
The dark red wine is not beautiful in color, but the taste is extremely full, with full berry aroma in the mouth.
Victor was still as elegant as aristocrat as always, and Vincent ate as quickly as usual.
After finishing their dessert, the two began to chat.
After Victor saw the powerful functions of the pretender, a particularly bold idea arose in his heart.
The reason why he had dinner with Vincent was actually to find an opportunity to speak it out.
"The pretenders can enter mass production with a few minor adjustments. They won't have to hide like they do now."
Victor raised his head and drank the dark red wine from the goblet. "I have an idea about the pretender."
Vincent gently shook the goblet in his hand, as if he had guessed something.
The strength of the Disguiser is not only its real, full-coverage magic projection, but also its almost no threshold for use.
For an ordinary wizard to perfectly disguise himself as someone else, he or she would either have to delve deeply into human transfiguration or drink a cup of Polyjuice Potion that would only last for an hour.
It is too cruel to just peel off the skin like Rookwood and Barty Jr. did. The Wiccan Party is not a group of lunatics like the Death Eaters. They have a bottom line.
Victor also guessed what Vincent was thinking from his reaction, "The Impostor can perfectly disguise himself as anyone. He is born to infiltrate."
Vincent smiled bitterly and drank the dark red wine in the goblet.
Technology is just a tool. Whether it is good or bad depends on the user and has nothing to do with the technology itself.
The consequences of the Pretender being abused could plunge the entire world into chaos.
Vincent gently put down the goblet. "I have only one condition: to ensure the safety of those being replaced."
Victor suddenly realized it and said with a look of astonishment, "I promise."
Vincent smiled as if relieved. "The International Confederation of Wizards will be electing a new president next month. I don't know if it will be in time."
Victor also laughed, his smile revealing calculation and ill intentions. "Infiltrate the International Confederation of Wizards right away? That would provide us with a lot of convenience."
Vincent shook his head. "On second thought, forget it. It's so boring to overthrow yourself."
"So what are you going to do? Run for election?"
"Stop joking." Vincent's eyes became brighter.
He slowly stood up and said, "For such a grand occasion, of course I have to make a high-profile appearance."
Victor's hands trembled slightly with excitement. "From your high-sounding words... I'm beginning to look forward to that day."
Vincent turned meaningfully toward the stairs leading to the underground alchemy workshop. "Starting tomorrow, I have to devote all my energy to developing new equipment. If the old men are bored, let them watch the drama first to familiarize themselves with the changes in the world."
He turned and walked towards the door. "Once the new equipment has completed mass production, I plan to take them back to Germany to test their performance."
Victor was stunned for a moment, then stood up and followed him.
The family is still in Germany, and the old man definitely wants to go back and see them.
After resting in the hotel for a night, Vincent came to the workshop early in the morning.
In two days, the robe with the shielding and detecting magic function was modified more than ten times. He was satisfied with the performance, but he was still not satisfied with the appearance of the robe.
Considering future development, the Daixu Society will definitely inject fresh blood. The robe style, especially the black robe, is really too rustic.
Vincent needs to have a bright and eye-catching feeling, it doesn’t need to be too fancy, but the design must be sophisticated enough and it must look handsome enough when worn, otherwise how can he attract young people.
"Uh..." He shuddered inexplicably.
A failed art student seemed to have thought so too. Young boys and girls were proud to join the organization.
After a series of ideological struggles, Vincent turned on the magic communicator to contact Hermione.
He was very satisfied with the appearance design of Voice of the Night. The nerd who used to be so unfashionable had been reborn. Both her vision and taste had been improved by several dimensions. The most important thing was that she knew what she wanted.
"Vincent?" Hermione, who was watching from the projection screen, was very surprised. She seemed to have not expected him to contact her suddenly. "Didn't we agree that it would be best for us not to communicate in the near future? Is there something urgent?"
"Yes." Vincent expressed his thoughts.
The design had to be sophisticated enough, not too fancy, and still look handsome enough when worn. The first thing Hermione thought of was the black military tuxedo she had bought.
Wizards in Muggle uniforms...
She shook her head vigorously.
Muggles' impression of wizards is usually linked to mystery. In reality, most wizards wear dark robes. The Generation Society will inevitably have to deal with Muggles in the future, and dark colors that are stereotyped are the first options to be ruled out.
"You'd better choose a brighter color?"
Vincent raised his chin slightly, revealing his disguise mask. "How about white?"
Hermione pursed her lips and pretended to be thoughtful. "White has a high visual reflectivity and is often seen as a symbol of purity and flawlessness..."
She suddenly straightened her back. "Let's use white. White can also evoke people's associations with images such as new life and blankness. It also creates a sense of cleanliness and ritual, just like sacred professions like doctors, scientists, and priests."
Dressed in pure white, Vincent instantly thought of Dumbledore. "Isn't that too monotonous?"
Hermione made a gesture in the air, "?".
"Incorporate your magic runes as a large pattern. The difference in light and dark creates a strong visual effect. The contrast can enhance the contrast of the picture and highlight the subject."
Vincent's eyes lit up.
If Dumbledore saw a group of white-robed witches cosplaying as himself, his reaction would definitely be quite interesting.
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