Shortly after, You Ye brought the masks Xavi needed. <br><br>These three masks were, of course, items left behind by former clients after use—they were choices that now presented a dilemma. <br><br>Originally, Xavi only intended to use them to conceal his identity during future transactions. However, each of the masks turned out to be incredibly exquisite once brought out. <br><br>Xavi picked up one of the masks, carefully touching its intricate decorations. It was unmistakably a Venetian mask, specifically a half-faced "Bauta," crafted with extraordinary splendor. Xavi instinctively put it on. <br><br>A sensation of snugness spread across his face, but it quickly vanished. In the end, the mask seemed to fully integrate with his skin. He felt no trace of discomfort, not even the mask's weight pressing down on his face. <br><br>—The Deceptive Facade: Grants invisibility upon wearing. <br><br>This information suddenly flowed into Xavi's mind. He curiously looked at You Ye and asked, “Can you see me now?” <br><br>“Not visually,” You Ye replied calmly, “but I can still sense the presence of the master.” <br><br>Xavi blinked in surprise, fetched a mirror, and discovered that his reflection had vanished. After fiddling with it for a while, he removed the "Bauta." <br><br>Although the ability to become invisible was intriguing, it seemed somewhat useless for his purposes. He only wished to keep his identity secret from customers, not to disappear entirely. <br><br>Nevertheless, as a novelty, it wasn't bad. <br><br>Xavi picked up the second mask—a papier-mâché mask. Though made of papier-mâché, its hardening technique was commendable. It featured a white base with golden eyes and crimson-painted lips on a cracked mouth. Essentially, it was a Japanese fox mask. <br><br>He tried it on as well. <br><br>—The Fox Spirit Mask: Grants a blessing for abundant harvests. <br><br>Hmm... This might have been useful in ancient times or in areas with underdeveloped agricultural practices. However, the fox mask didn’t suit the attire that You Ye had prepared for him, so it seemed useless again. <br><br>Finally, he picked up the third mask—a jester’s mask. <br><br>Wearing it felt no different from the others, and, as before, information about the mask flowed into his mind. <br><br>—The Genuine Jester: Grants the ability to see through all illusions. <br><br>The "illusions" here referred to deceptions achieved through special techniques and tools to trick the eyes, not supernatural abilities like magical spells. <br><br>“Good thing it's a white-faced jester. If it were one of those painted clowns, that would be... something else entirely,” Xavi joked to himself. “No customer would want to see their host looking like Uncle McDonald, right?” <br><br>You Ye evidently did not understand his reference and chose not to comment. <br><br>“This will do. The ability may not have much use either, but it’s a better match than the other two.” Xavi stood up. <br><br>Wearing the jester mask, he didn't come across as comical. On the contrary, thanks to the maid doll's chosen outfit, Xavi exuded a playful yet mysterious air. Still, something seemed to be missing. <br><br>Inspecting himself in a full-length mirror, Xavi turned side to side, trying to discern what was off. At that moment, You Ye emerged from the wardrobe room carrying a tall top hat, a black cane, and a pair of white gloves. <br><br>Xavi put on the top hat and gloves and casually swung the cane. The ensemble felt just right. <br><br>“Hmm, from now on, just call me Mr. Jester,” Xavi said with a playful smile. “In a place where desires are traded, having a jester seems fitting, doesn’t it?” <br><br>“As long as it pleases the master,” You Ye replied. <br><br>Xavi had intended to make a few sarcastic remarks, but at that moment, the chime from the club's foyer echoed through the room. <br><br>Having only just completed his new look, a customer arriving right away felt like fate. “Speak of the devil,” Xavi muttered as he headed downstairs. <br><br>At the entrance stood a young man with a slightly nervous demeanor. He hadn’t entered yet, choosing instead to survey his surroundings from the threshold. <br><br>Though young, Xavi estimated that the man was a few years older than him. <br><br>Judging by his manners and bearing, this was undoubtedly someone of refined upbringing—a wealthy heir or a successful social elite. <br><br>“Welcome! This is Buyers Club 66. Is there anything I can assist you with, esteemed guest?” <br><br>Holding the cane behind his back with both hands, Xavi descended the stairs step by step, observing the young man’s reaction. <br><br>“And you are?” The young man remained cautious, refraining from stepping further inside, his wariness intensifying. <br><br>“Me?” Xavi considered smiling but realized the mask would hide it. Instead, he replied nonchalantly, “I am the proprietor of this club. You may call me the owner, or simply... Mr. Jester.” <br><br>Xavi approached the young man and caught a "scent"—the familiar trace of a black card. <br><br>Ah, this marked the third transaction initiated by a black card holder. Aside from Pianxian stumbling in by herself, all the others had involved black cardholders. <br><br>How many black cards were distributed by the club in the past? Xavi couldn’t help but wonder again. Still, he didn’t neglect engaging the guest. “Won’t you come in?” <br><br>“Is it true that this place can fulfill any wish?” the young man asked, his brows furrowed in doubt. <br><br>Xavi snapped his fingers, and a black card floated into his palm. With a smile in his voice, he said, “Since the guest has come with a card, you must already have faith in this place.” <br><br>Instinctively, the young man reached for his chest and opened his suit jacket to check the inner pocket. To his surprise, the black card he had kept there had vanished. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, he quickly composed himself and said in a steady tone, “Mr. Jester, my name is Ethan Zhong. I’ve come today to discuss a business transaction with you.” <br><br>Business should never be taken lightly, Xavi thought, as he politely stepped aside and gestured invitingly. “You Ye, please attend to our guest.” <br><br>… <br><br>…)
