"Put the money into the alchemy array..."
Gilan was taken aback.
He snapped out of his daze, immediately pulled out his wallet from his alchemy leather pouch, took out six large "100" denomination Gold Caesar, neatly stacked them, and placed them in the center of the golden alchemy array on the wooden floor.
The next second.
His pupils contracted slightly.
Whoosh!
With a flash of golden light, the stack of banknotes vanished instantly!
With another whoosh, four fist-sized Silver Cube suddenly appeared where the banknotes had been!
It's Mercury Battery!
'Remote teleportation over long distances?!'
Gilan was greatly surprised.
He glanced at the " Alchemy Hotline " in his hand and instantly understood its value... It was simply a treasure!
With it, one can not only communicate secretly with the esoteric sect " Midnight Rose," but also complete transactions remotely!
It is both hidden and safe.
Did you receive the items?
At that moment, White Sage's magnetic voice came through the microphone.
"Received," Gilan answered, picking up the microphone and pressing it to her ear.
"Well then, happy deal, young man."
The White Sage's soft laughter came clearly from the microphone.
"Happy transaction," Gilan hummed in agreement.
He thought for a moment and realized he urgently needed the mysterious materials.
According to the other party, he was not qualified to purchase the main ingredient of " Wick Potion " and could only enjoy this internal benefit by joining " Midnight Rose " and becoming "one of their own".
So, Gilan tentatively asked:
"Mr. White Sage, may I join you?"
"Can't."
The other party spoke slowly.
Gilan's heart sank.
But then the White Sage changed the subject:
"However, it's only theoretically impossible. Over the years, ' Midnight Rose ' has followed a secret invitation system, but the number of official members has been steadily decreasing."
" Sabbatai Louis is a good example. We official members are all old relics who have lived for over a hundred years. Even if our lifespan is a little longer than the average person, we will still die sooner or later."
"But the requirements and thresholds for joining ' Midnight Rose ' are too strict, excluding many talented people. Without fresh blood, it will wither away if this continues."
"It's already 1926 in the blink of an eye; it's time for a change."
Perhaps it was Gilan's question that stirred up the White Sage's long-suppressed worries, causing him to speak at length, his tone filled with emotion.
Gilan listened silently. After a brief pause, the person on the other end of the line asked:
"Young man, are you a ' Long-Lived One '?"
The Long-Lived One...
Only those who have climbed to level 4 or higher on the Path of the Flaming Sword can be called " Long-Lived One ".
"No." Gilan took a deep breath and said in a low voice.
"Hmm." The White Sage pondered. "If we were to use the old standards, this threshold would have been enough to prevent you from joining ' Midnight Rose '."
"Our full members are all Long-Lived One."
Upon hearing this, Gilan's breath hitched.
Is Long-Lived One the minimum requirement?
No wonder the White Sage said that the members' identities were mysterious and their strength unpredictable.
The secrets of this ancient esoteric sect, " Midnight Rose," are truly profound and terrifying.
"Then you must have already embarked on the ' Path of the Flaming Sword ', right?"
The White Sage asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Yes." Gilan breathed a sigh of relief and said. The fact that the other party asked meant there was still a chance. "I have embarked on the ' Path of the Flaming Sword ' and am now a Tier 1 ' Kingdom ' Spirit Mystic."
"Well, at least they've gotten the basics down; it's not too bad."
The White Sage sighed.
"You're lucky to have inherited Sabbatai's estate. And it's even luckier that you were able to call ' Midnight Rose ' through the 'hotline' and that I happened to answer."
The current leader of Esoteric Buddhism, " Rose Elder," once said, "One is the whole, and the whole is one."
"Everything in nature has its own laws. This may not just be your personal good fortune, but also the beginning of our encounter."
"Young man, I will make the decision and give you a chance."
Upon hearing this, Gilan's heart raced.
Soon, the White Sage said again:
"You need to complete an assessment to prove your talent and worth. Only if you pass will you be qualified to join ' Midnight Rose ' and become one of our reserve ' Thorn Collective '."
"Thorns grow thick, but roses bloom in abundance. The gate of truth opens and wisdom is established."
"I hope you can become the first member of the ' Thorn Collective '."
Gilan calmed herself down, knowing that what lay before her might be a rare opportunity to access the deeper, more mysterious realms of this other world.
He exhaled and said:
" White Sage, please continue."
"Where are you now?" the White Sage asked. He added, "I have no intention of probing, but I need to arrange appropriate assessment content for you based on your location."
Gilan thought for a moment and replied:
"The Imperial Capital, Muse City."
"Capital..."
After a moment of contemplation, the person on the other end of the phone said:
"Next month, on August 5th, the North Muse ' Silver Lizard Club ' will be holding its annual 'Youth Staff Master Competition.' I need you to participate in this event and win the championship."
"The mastermind behind ' Silver Lizard ' is Loben Fasol. His true identity is actually a core member of the ' Heavenly Bane Cult,' bearing the ' Gray Scar,' and his strength far surpasses that of a master."
"The young man who wins the staff-fighting competition each year will be invited by Viscount Loben to his private dinner."
"On the surface, this is a celebration, rewarding members with circles, honors, and networking opportunities, but this banquet is not so simple. Because the guests are all Heaven's Bane Cult, they will use this opportunity to recruit young people with talent in staff fighting into the cult, adding blood to the organization."
Gilan listened to the story coming through the microphone with considerable surprise.
He never imagined that the owner of the Silver Lizard Club had such a secret identity as a member of a cult.
They even openly used staff-fighting competitions to select talented individuals and then recruit them into the cult.
It's no surprise that Loben's methods of recruiting people were undoubtedly forceful and evil. These young men, champions of staff fighting, could hardly have imagined that what awaited them was not a bright future, but a nightmare they could never escape.
"So you want me to use the tournament as an opportunity to get close to Loben Robben as the 'champion'?"
Gilan asked in a deep voice.
"That's right." The White Sage said calmly on the other end of the phone. "I need you to remember the information of those members at his private dinner party and obtain crucial evidence."
Upon hearing this, Gilan seemed to be deep in thought.
Due to its founding principles and the ideals of its members, " Midnight Rose " should likely maintain a neutral stance.
At the same time, they absolutely did not want the existing order to be disrupted, because this would lead to many variables, making it impossible for these ancient alchemists to concentrate on their studies and pursuit of truth.
As Old God Cult, the " Heavenly Bane Cult " would inevitably disrupt order and lead everything into chaos and slaughter through its various evil activities.
" Midnight Rose " has a legitimate reason to hate them.
After thinking it through, Gilan nodded.
He then asked the White Sage a question that he was quite concerned about:
"Excuse me... may I kill someone?"
"Hmm?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed surprised. After a moment's thought, they said, "If you're confident, that's fine. However, although we have the capability to back you up, please proceed with caution. They are not weak, so don't underestimate them."
"Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful."
Gilan received a positive reply and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If he needed to approach someone with restraint and feigned intimacy, then he might find it difficult. But if he could kill, some things would be much simpler for him.
"To make things easier for you, I will provide you with an identification document for an official of the Empire. Please tell me your name, young man."
Gilan hesitated for a moment, then revealed her name:
" Gilan Iros."
"Think of another code name. If you pass the test, you will join ' Midnight Rose ' with this code name and become a member of ' Thorn Collective '."
Gilan thought for a moment, her eyes deep, and said:
" Blood Owl."