My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1891

Vivian looked from the first floor to the second floor. She frowned slightly as they moved from the second to the third floor.

Manfred keenly picked up on Vivian's shift in mood. "What's wrong?"

However, Vivian didn't respond. Instead, she walked toward a particular copper mirror.

The fronts of most copper mirrors were nearly identical, but the patterns engraved on their backs differed. The one in front of her had an unusual design—seemingly a peony flower gilded with gold.

However, in her eyes, the intricate patterns within the peony resembled a kind of sigil.

"Do you like this copper mirror?" Manfred asked.

Before Vivian could point out the peculiarities of the mirror, the shop assistant eagerly stepped forward. "This copper mirror is one of a kind! It's said that the craftsman who made it only ever created this one.

"There's also a fascinating legend about it. Whoever owns this mirror will have sweet dreams every night.

"For women, looking into it daily will make them more and more beautiful, and for men, it guarantees they'll marry a stunning wife."

Hearing this, Manfred chuckled. "We'll take it."

The shop assistant's eyes lit up. "Thank you, sir!"

"Wait."

Vivian interrupted, "I don't need this copper mirror. And he's lying—the craftsman didn't just make this one. On this third floor alone..."

She scanned the room.

Then, with absolute certainty, she said, "There are at least five other mirrors crafted by the same person here."

Moreover, all of these mirrors were cursed objects.

Prolonged exposure to them would inevitably lead to issues. People's dreams would be filled with their deepest desires, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Over time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Manfred's face darkened, and he repeated Vivian's words to the shop assistant.

"Did I scare you? I didn't expect this world to have cursed objects, especially ones that look so ordinary. It's likely many people have been harmed by such things.

"Don't worry—there are no cursed objects near you. When we get back, I'll draw a few protective talismans for you. Place them in your room, and no cursed object will be able to affect you."

Seeing his silence, Vivian assumed he was frightened.

Manfred saw the concern in her eyes, and his heart warmed. "I'm not afraid. With you here, those cursed objects mean nothing."

"Actually, people with strong wills are much less likely to be affected by cursed objects. You're someone with an exceptionally strong will. Even if you encounter such things, it won't be a problem," Vivian said, praising him further.

She wasn't just trying to cheer him up.

A person who had endured so much at a young age—persecution, years of hardship—without losing their resolve or becoming broken and submissive was undoubtedly someone with a strong will.

Manfred felt a slight tremor in his heart at her praise. "In your eyes, am I really that admirable?"

Vivian answered without hesitation, "Of course!"