Crestai and Reddale were amazed at the magic mirror's excellent effect and couldn't help but glance at each other.

You must know that under normal circumstances, even if there are sufficient clues to support it, divination can achieve this level at most, let alone this situation where the vast majority of clues are cleared.

This magic mirror is not simple!

Of course, they were only a little surprised, and they were a little curious about the magic mirror.

At the same time, this is also how the vast majority of the surrounding team members feel about the magic mirror.

Just as they were about to express their opinions and opinions on the picture displayed by the magic mirror, a few lines of ancient Phusak words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."

"If you answer incorrectly, or lie, you will accept the assignment I have assigned or be punished."

They noticed that the word "punishment" was as red as blood, as if it was still dripping liquid, which gave people a very frightening feeling.

It's as if the coming problems are going to be terrible!

Crestai and Dale unconsciously leaned forward, focusing their attention on the mirror.

Most of the members of the Night Watch and Substitute Punisher Squad also looked at them with curiosity, and the members of the Mechanical Heart were no exception.

Of course, the emotion in the eyes of many of them is not curiosity, but sympathy.

The expression on Iconse's face first distorted, and then subconsciously glanced around, and then became extremely solemn.

Immediately after, the water flashed above the silver mirror, and a new line of words appeared:

"What's your favorite room in the house?"

Iconse froze.

The question did have something to embarrass him, but it was quite subtle, and it was noticeably less bad than he expected.

He sighed quietly, closed his eyes and replied, "Bathroom." ”

"Very honest." New word combinations soon emerged on the surface of the silver mirror.

Iconse took a deep breath and reopened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that the eyes of the people around him were basically cast.

Well...... It's a bit of a joke.

"What, this level of negative effects is worth saying hello in advance." One of the substitute punishers spoke his mind without thinking.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those present.

While the others didn't say anything obvious, it was clear that his words resonated well with the ranks of the punishers and night watchers.

In whispering, they have installed titles such as "Divination Treasure Mirror" and "Q&A Magic Mirror", which seem to be somewhat intimate and loved.

"Ahem."

Because of the rudeness of his own team, Lei Lei had to cough lightly and criticize the reckless subordinates a few words.

Iconse was lucky enough to escape today, and suggested with a smile:

"I guess you should have any questions, so why don't you ask the next question?"

"Hehe, it won't be life-threatening."

"I promise!"

Deacon Iconse was so generous that he gave him the opportunity to use the Magic Mirror...... Most of them had a look of envy.

Except, of course, for the members of the Machine Heart.

After a moment's thought, he instructed the subordinate member:

"Bevern, ask about Corvo's killer."

In the face of the order of his superiors, Bevern pounded his right fist in front of his chest, nodded cleanly, and then walked to Iconser's side in three or two steps.

He looked at the silver mirror with curiosity, and found that the living seal had a strange pattern on its surface, and on each side there was an eye-like decoration based on a black gemstone, which looked faint and charming.

Other than that, I don't see anything special about it.

Then, he reached out and touched the silver mirror, and after going back and forth three times, he asked:

"Dear Arrodus, my question is the exact appearance of the murderer of Corvo the Substitute Punisher."

The surroundings became dense again, and the surface of the silver mirror also re-swayed with water.

This time, what appeared was still the same figure that had just appeared, a man in formal clothes falling from the sky, but the picture was zooming in.

A lot of details have been added to the figure during the magnification process, and there are subtle changes in the movements.

Finally, in the mirror, a man with his back away from the Pillar of Flames, dressed in a tuxedo suit, a top hat, and a hyperboleous clown mask covering his gloomy face.

This is the image of Varina when she escaped from the Count's Court in Levit.

I still haven't been able to see the murderer's appearance clearly, and it seems that the upper limit of this mirror's ability is not high...... Noticing this, there was a slight disappointment in his eyes.

Bevern, who was in charge of asking questions, was shocked and blurted out:

"He's a fugitive from the Earl of Levitt's case!"

He was the "Furious People" who had dealt with the frightened horses that night and had accompanied Corvo in his tracks.

The screen faded, and the silver mirror reappeared a few lines of the previous words in the ancient Forsak language:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."

"If you answer incorrectly, or lie, you will accept the assignment I have assigned or be punished."

Burfern twisted his neck absently, waiting for the problem to arise.

Soon, the water flashed above the silver mirror, and a new line of words appeared:

“……”

When the question arose, Burfern was stunned.

His eyes widened, barely believing his eyes.

Soon, his whole body tensed, and his hands clenched into fists, but he still couldn't stop his body from trembling.

In such a state, he did not forget to shout:

"I choose to punish!"

His only thought now was to complete the Silver Mirror's request as soon as possible, so that the handwriting would fade quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge silver-white lightning bolt appeared out of thin air and slashed above his head.

"Boom!"

Bevern, who had released an unknown amount of lightning with his own hands, could not withstand the power of lightning himself, and fell to the ground like a straight stake, making a dull sound.

His hair stood on end, his face was dark, and he even opened his mouth to spit out a curling cloud of black smoke.

But his idea fell through.

It wasn't until he breathed a sigh of relief and groaned that everyone was sure that his injuries were really controllable, and then turned their heads to explore what the problem was, that the handwriting on the silver mirror was still clearly visible—

"Which lady do you like to play 'The Emperor and the Maid' with the most?"

This......

Redair lowered his head and hid the expression on his face with his hands;

Crestai cleared his throat and looked awkwardly from side to side;

Iconse curled the corners of his mouth with a happy expression of "I knew it was going to be like this".

The surrounding officials covered their mouths with their hands, exchanged their heads and ears, and their eyes swept over the poor man lying on the ground from time to time.

Not only that, but several of the female team members on the night watch and the mechanical heart had a faint look on their faces, full of disdain for this extremely arrogant, chaotic private life, and extremely macho substitute.

Poor Burvern lay on the ground, and suddenly felt that he had been hit by that lightning in vain—

After that question was asked, his answer didn't matter at all.

He didn't want to get up from the ground anymore.

If only there was a hole in the ground, so much the better......

In the crowd, Red Glove Jorgie Banks subconsciously shrunk his neck, secretly thanking the punisher for his "straightforward, fast-paced, and resolute" action style.

You know, he just wanted to volunteer to try the magic silver mirror......

Thankfully, the goddess blessed!

……

Bevern's experience was imminent, and although there were a large number of official extraordinaries present, no one dared to ask questions to the "magic mirror" anymore.