Mithril has always been a hard currency with a high price but no market. It is obviously unrealistic for each person to have a Mithril Robe, and even a rich man like Sirius Black cannot afford it.
Therefore, Vincent's plan was to minimize the amount of Mithril used while ensuring full-body coverage.
He returned to the workshop to begin making prototypes, while Viktor led the old men of the Wizards' Purity Party to check into the hotel they had just bought.
Yes, buy a hotel.
The Americas branch moved to Wall Street many years ago. They already held a lot of shares in listed companies, and in the past few years, they now hold a large number of Nasdaq stocks, giving them power in the Muggle financial market comparable to that of the financial magnate George Soros.
It was just buying a hotel; Viktor didn't even flinch.
After settling everyone in, Viktor packed a hearty lunch and returned to the old book gallery.
Vincent has made a prototype, which works perfectly, but he seems very dissatisfied.
Viktor knocked on the doorframe of the workshop and held up the bag in his hand.
Vincent put down the design drawings and stretched lazily. "Have they been settled in?"
"Don't worry, the imposters have almost overturned their common sense. I believe they won't reject the Muggle world."
"That's good." Vincent and he went up to the bookstore.
Although it was meant to conceal the alchemy workshop, the old books on the bookshelf clearly looked quite old, probably Nicolas Flamel's collection over the years.
Viktor found an open space and snapped his fingers to summon the table and chairs placed in the corner.
The dinner he brought was very lavish, consisting entirely of authentic France.
Vincent sat down and ate with him. For vampires, human food can only provide a feeling of fullness, but it cannot provide any nutrition.
"Want some?" Viktor pulled out a bottle of red wine without any label.
"Good."
The dark red color of the wine isn't exactly beautiful, but its taste is exceptionally full-bodied, bursting with berry aromas on the palate.
Viktor remained as elegant as ever, like a nobleman, Vincent ate as quickly as usual.
After finishing their dessert, the two started chatting.
After witnessing the Imposter's formidable capabilities, a particularly daring idea arose deep within Viktor's mind.
The reason he dined with Vincent was actually to find an opportunity to speak out.
"With a few minor adjustments, the imposters can be put into mass production. They won't have to hide like they do now."
Viktor tilted his head back and drank the dark red wine in his glass. "I have an idea about the imposters."
Vincent gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, as if he had already guessed what was going on.
The Imposter's strength lies not only in its realistic, full-coverage Magical Projection, but also in its near-universal ease of use.
For an ordinary wizard to perfectly impersonate someone else, they either need to have in-depth knowledge of Human Transfiguration or drink a Polyjuice Potion that only lasts for an hour.
It would be far too cruel to peel off the face like Luke Wood and Barty Crouch Jr.. The Wizards' Purity Party are not Death Eaters; they have a bottom line.
Viktor, judging from Vincent's reaction, also guessed that Vincent had figured out his thoughts. "The imposter can perfectly impersonate anyone; they are born to infiltrate."
Vincent smiled wryly as he drank the dark red wine from his glass.
Technology is merely a tool; whether technology is good or bad depends on the user, not on the technology itself.
The misuse of imposters could plunge the entire world into chaos.
Vincent gently set down his wine glass. "I have only one condition: guarantee the safety of those being replaced."
Viktor suddenly realized, and a look of "I knew it" appeared on his face. "I promise."
Vincent smiled with relief. "The International Confederation of Wizards is electing a new president next month. I don't know if there will be enough time."
Viktor laughed along, his smile revealing calculation and ill intent. "So you've already infiltrated the International Confederation of Wizards? That could certainly provide us with a lot of convenience."
Vincent shook his head. "Thinking about it, I'd better not. It's no fun to contradict myself."
"So what are you going to do? Run for office?"
"Stop joking." Vincent's eyes grew even brighter.
He slowly stood up. "For such a grand occasion, of course we should make a high-profile appearance."
Viktor's hands trembled slightly with excitement. "The high-spiritedness you've put into it... I'm starting to look forward to that day."
Vincent turned his head meaningfully to look at the stairs leading to the underground alchemy workshop. "Starting tomorrow, I need to focus all my efforts on developing new equipment. If the old men are bored, let them watch some shows to familiarize themselves with the changes in the world."
He turned and walked toward the door. "Once the new equipment is in mass production, I plan to take them back to Germany to test its performance."
Viktor paused for a moment, then got up and followed behind him.
The family members are still in Germany, and the old men definitely want to go back and see them.
After resting at the hotel for one night, Vincent arrived at the workshop early the next morning.
Over two days, the robe with the ability to block detection magic was modified more than ten times. He was satisfied with its performance, but he was still not satisfied with its appearance.
Considering future development, the Succession Society definitely be injected with fresh blood. The robe style, especially the black robe, is really too outdated.
Vincent needs to make a striking impression. It doesn't need to be too flashy, but the design must be sophisticated enough and it must look stylish enough to attract young people.
"Uh..." He shivered inexplicably.
It seems that a certain art student who failed the college entrance exam once thought the same way, and the young men and women all considered it an honor to join the organization.
After a series of internal struggles, Vincent activated his Magical Communicator to contact Hermione.
He was very satisfied with the design of the La Voiture Noire. The nerdy girl who used to be so unfashionable had been transformed. Her vision and taste had improved by several levels. Most importantly, she knew what she wanted.
"Vincent?" Hermione on the projection screen was quite surprised, seemingly not expecting him to contact her so suddenly. "Didn't we agree that we shouldn't communicate for a while? Do you have something urgent?"
"Yes," Vincent, expressing his opinion.
The design had to be sophisticated enough, not too flashy, and it also had to look cool enough when worn. Hermione's first thought was the black military-style dress she had bought.
Wizards wearing Muggle military uniforms...
She shook her head vigorously.
Muggle usually associate wizards with mystery, and wizards in reality mostly wear dark robes. Succession Society inevitably have to deal with Muggle in the future, dark colors, which are stereotypical, are the first option that can be eliminated.
"You'd better choose a brighter color?"
Vincent slightly raised his chin, displaying the Imposter Mask. "How about white?"
Hermione pursed her lips, looking thoughtful. "White has a high reflectivity and is often seen as a symbol of purity and innocence..."
She suddenly straightened her back. "Let's use white. White can also evoke associations with new life and blankness, creating a sense of purity and ritual, just like sacred professions such as doctors, scientists, and priests."
Dressed entirely in white, Vincent instantly thought of Dumbledore, "Wouldn't that be too monotonous?"
Hermione gestured a pattern in the air, "?".
"Incorporate your Magical Runes as a large-scale pattern, and the difference in light and shadow will create a strong visual effect. Contrast can enhance the contrast of the picture and highlight the subject."
Vincent's eyes lit up.
If Dumbledore were to see a group of white-robed Wizards' Purity Party men cosplaying as him, his reaction would certainly be quite amusing.