After hearing all this, Syl's first thought was:
This person might be richer than she imagined... He could actually collect so many magical items, and even use money to befriend mages and host such a Salon as an ordinary person?
He's a wealthy man, and most likely a second-generation rich kid. Syl immediately came to this conclusion about Arno in her heart.
"Oh, I haven't asked, Miss Mask, what brings you here?" Seeing that Syl didn't answer, Arno directly changed the subject. "Uh, you don't have to say your name; it's quite normal to hide your identity at this Salon."
"You might not believe me..." After hesitating for a moment, Syl spread her hands. "I just wanted to come in and buy some clothes."
"Uh... buy..." Arno looked around him, then suddenly understood. "Oh, right, buy clothes, is it? Miss Mask, you can pick whatever you like; consider it a small welcome gift from me to a new Salon member."
It was evident that Arno seemed very eager for new members to join this magic Salon.
"I'll pay for it." Syl shook her head, then began to browse the store.
It wasn't that Syl didn't want to get it for free; she just didn't want to accept a favor from someone she had only known for less than ten minutes, even if he seemed well-intentioned.
"Uh... at least let me give you a discount. Otherwise, it's just too unreasonable. Actually, the clothes in this store are free for Salon members..."
Arno muttered a few sentences to himself, but when he saw Syl ignoring him, he raised an eyebrow and gave up on trying to befriend Syl in this manner.
"Miss, what type of clothes are you looking for?" Arno asked. "I might be able to help you find them."
Syl looked at the dazzling array of wardrobes around her, then turned back and nodded at Arno.
"Something similar to what I'm wearing now." Syl pointed to her black trench coat and well-tailored men's white shirt.
"Hmm... we have similar trench coats, but the shirt inside might need to be custom-made by a tailor. Please wait a moment." After Arno finished speaking, he turned to look for the trench coat.
Soon, Arno returned with a black double-breasted thin trench coat. Unlike ordinary trench coats, it had more pockets than usual, suitable for storing various tools.
"This is a type of trench coat that mages prefer to wear, and it happens to be in your size," Arno said as he handed the trench coat to Syl, explaining, "Because it has many pockets, it's convenient for mages to store various spellcasting materials."
"The changing room is over there, Miss." Arno pointed to the back, then watched Syl, holding the trench coat, walk past him towards the changing room.
When he saw Syl's back, his pupils involuntarily constricted.
On her back shoulder, there was a ten-centimeter long incision, and he could even see the skin inside the cut.
The wound had already faded to a light pink scar.
But Arno had a hunch that this pink scar would also disappear quickly.
Because looking at the darker, blood-clot-like patches on her black clothes and the incision, he could deduce that it was a fresh wound.
To heal a wound so quickly, and since Miss Mask was tested by Old Kelly and found to have no connection to the church, there could only be one possibility.
She must have some kind of restorative potion on her.
These life-saving items are not cheap, which is why she didn't need him to waive the cost of her clothes.
It seems she's also someone who isn't short on money.
Until Syl had changed and paid, Arno didn't mention waiving the fee or giving a discount again. He only promised to have someone mend Syl's original trench coat.
As Syl was about to leave, Arno reminded her again about the Salon's afternoon session.
After seeing Syl leave, Arno looked at the 4 currency on the table and fell into contemplation.
"Kersus, did you feel her come in?" Arno suddenly looked at the black cat elegantly licking its fur on the table and asked, "I didn't even know someone had entered."
"Meow~" The cat lazily lowered its body, its limbs still, stretching its body backward, letting out a yawn, and wagging its tail.
"You didn't notice either..." Arno looked at the bell at his door and the prohibitions drawn around the doorframe, deep in thought.
"Then do you think she's a supernatural ability user?" Arno still found it somewhat unbelievable.
He simply couldn't believe that someone with no supernatural abilities could bypass the prohibited seal he bought at a high price from the Salon. Although it was only a first-order seal, Arno had tried it himself; without carrying a rune, he couldn't enter at all and wouldn't even notice the shop, merely overlooking it.
"Perhaps this lady's background is much more complex than we imagined," Arno shook his head and chuckled, "But this was recommended by Old Kelly, and fresh blood is always a good thing, isn't it?"
"Meow~" The cat expressed agreement.
Then, Arno slowly returned to the table and sat down, once again leaning forward, waiting for two o'clock in the afternoon to arrive.
At this moment, Syl had already walked out onto the street, feeling a slight pang of heartache as she touched her wallet.
A loaf of bread only cost a few pence... this outfit cost her four currency, which, rounded up, could buy hundreds of loaves of bread.
"I should have just taken it for free..."
That's why Syl decided to mend her original trench coat and give it to her main body, saving the cost of one outfit. Although she wasn't short on money now, Syl wasn't accustomed to spending lavishly.
Syl planned to wander around a bit more, then return here around half past two to see what that magic Salon was all about.
"Hmm?"
Syl frowned at the occasional glances from passersby, suddenly remembering something.
Uh... the Patrol Officer that day seemed to have seen this mask... Thinking of this, Syl didn't hesitate, directly turned into an alley, unfastened her mask, and asked the system: "System, this mask is also a system product, right?"
"Yes."
"Help me store it, quickly." Syl thought, while pretending to tuck the mask into her trench coat.
By the time Syl's hand reappeared, the mask was gone.
"Hmm..." After taking off the mask, Syl was assailed by the surrounding smells, feeling a faint fishy, musky scent and dust everywhere.
She didn't have this problem when she was in her main body or in her Clown form.
Perhaps the hidden attribute of the physician card is enhanced sense of smell.
Syl also realized that each character card had some minor abilities that weren't explicitly written, waiting for her to discover.
"Sis... Sister... Sister with the mask..." Just as Syl was about to leave the alley, a weak voice suddenly appeared behind her.
Syl turned around to find a child with messy hair and a dirty face looking up at her.
And her left and right hands, upon closer inspection, were reversed, with traces of black stitching on them.
"I've been following my feelings... I finally found you, Sister..."
The girl reached out her hands towards Syl, but this scene, due to her twisted hands, appeared somewhat eerie.