I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

After putting on the mask, Xifa followed the man in the tuxedo through the partition and came to a dark room. Xifa saw that there was a sofa at the entrance. There was a small round table in front of the sofa with a dim light on it. Candles, fruit and wine beside them.

　　 There are five scenes like this in the room. Five positions, five candles, four of them are already sitting on the sofa.

　　 Just because of the candlelight and the angle, Xifa can only see the lower body of those people, and their upper body is hidden in the darkness.

　　 I think that these people must still have masks on their faces. Xifa knows that this arrangement is to reduce the chance of the identity of the participants being detected.

　　 However, if there is a ‘divider’ present, this arrangement will have limited effect unless there are items on the body that can be used for divination.

　　 ‘People in the Circle’ Xifa made a simple judgment and was arranged to sit on the empty sofa.

After 　　 sat down, he discovered that on the armrest of the sofa, the side facing the outside was embedded with digital cards, ranging from 1 to 5.

　　Sifah sits in chair 5.

　　 The man in a tuxedo retreated to the door.

After the door was closed, the male participant in Chair No. 1 let out a hearty laugh: "Hello, I am the organizer of the party. You can call me an'astronomer'. Of course, I am actually in astronomy. His knowledge is not so profound, it is only at the level of enthusiasts."

　　 "I don't know, how should we call you?"

　　 Xifa said in a slightly low voice: "Duke."

　　 "Good Mr. Duke, let me introduce you briefly. Chair 2 is Miss White Rose, and then Mr. Novelist and Mr. Lawyer."

Mr. 　　 Mr.'Lawyer' was very close to Westfa. The candle illuminates his lower body, allowing Westfa to see the black, carefully ironed trousers and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

　　 Xifa also noticed that he had a very faint smell of paper and ink on his body, and he was obviously a person who had been exposed to paper and ink for a long time. Of course, if it weren't for Xifa as a hunter, other people would not be able to smell it at this distance.

　　 "It's not too late, let's start. Maybe after the end, you can still see our Miss Pamela's performance."

　　 There was a chuckle in the room.

　　 Then, the "novelist" in chair 3 said directly: "I want to inquire, what is the name of the "audience" route sequence 8?"

　　 "If you still know Sequence 7, that would be even better."

　　Well, is Mr. "novelist" an extraordinary person in the audience way? Does he even know the name of the next stage sequence?

　　 As a ‘newcomer’, Sifa didn’t answer this question immediately. He sat calmly in his position, picked up the wine, and took a sip.

　　 The "Astronomer" on No. 1 chuckled: "I am not very familiar with this approach. If it is the'Lawyer' approach, I can help."

　　 The other two participants also remained silent.

　　 Sifa then put down the cup: "I know the name of Sequence 8 of this pathway. Do you want me to say it, or write it down for you?"

　　 He noticed that there were still inconspicuous memo pads and a water-absorbent pen on the table, so the latter problem occurred.

　　 The'novelist' is obviously a cautious person: "Write it down, what do you hope to get paid?"

　　 "No need, but I still know Sequence 7. If you want to know, you have to pay a price."

　　 Saifa said, picked up the pen, and quickly wrote the short message of ‘Sequence 8 Mind Reader’ on the sticky note, and then folded the paper.

　　 was thinking about how to hand it over to the other party, a masked waiter walked out from the corner of the room, and delivered Sifa’s notes to the ‘novelist’.

　　 Xifa heard the other party's breathing obviously sinking, but he did not rush to open the paper, but said: "Thank you for the information. I don't know the name of the next stage and what price I need to pay."

　　 Xifa said calmly: "I didn't think about it, or we will discuss this issue later?"

"Can."

　　 After finishing speaking, the "novelist" spread out the sticky notes. Then he took out a coin, which seemed to have some rust on it.

　　 He whispered something, then tossed the coin, took a look at it, and then put away the note paper.

　　 What are you doing?

　　Is the information provided by coin fortune-telling correct?

　　 Is he a fortuneteller? Then what does he inquire about the information from the audience, or, that coin is a magical item?

　　 Xifa allowed his thoughts to spread. At the same time, he listened to several participants exchanging information, and from time to time someone offered to sell and ask for shopping items.

　　 Of course, whether they are selling or buying, what they need is not ordinary items.

　　 At this time, the ‘lawyer’ sitting next to Sifa said: "I have three notes from Emperor Roselle. I have a little tight hand recently. I hope to sell them for 30 pounds. Does anyone need it?"

The Astronomer once again demonstrated his knowledge: "I heard that the notes of Emperor Roselle are written in strange symbols, and few people can understand them. In this way, its value of'information' It's a big discount."

　　 "As for the collection value, these notes are almost copied by later generations. It is difficult to get the manuscript of the emperor, so..."

　　 ‘Lawyer’ grumbled: "If it’s a manuscript~www.readwn.com~ it’s not only 30 pounds so cheap."

　　 Xifa leaned forward slightly: "30 pounds is not cheap, but I have a friend who is interested in the emperor's notes, even if it is not a manuscript, he is happy to collect it."

　　 Yes, the friend I'm talking about is Klein.

　　 "20 pounds, if you are willing to sell, I am happy to buy it." Sifa added.

　　'Lawyer' said: "25 pounds, I will sell it elsewhere."

　　 Xifa was really worried about missing it, and nodded and said: "It's a deal, but you can guarantee that it is indeed the Great Note?"

"I can guarantee that I have..." The lawyer stopped and said, "Anyway, it is indeed the emperor's note, although it is only copied by later generations. You can take it and ask an expert to appraise it. If it is fake, I am willing to pay three. Times the compensation."

"no problem."

　　 After paying 25 pounds on the spot, the masked waiter put three notes on Sifa’s table.

　　 Xifa picked it up and glanced around at random. It was indeed written in Chinese, but it was really ugly!

Putting away his notes, Xifa heard the'novelist' speak: "I want to sell an item that can be teleported to a distant place and stay away from where you are in an instant. But there are a few problems. One is that this item can only be used now. Once, yes, it can still be used the last time."

　　 "The other problem is that its transmission is random and unpredictable, which may cause some uncontrollable risks."

　　 "So, I only sell it for 300 pounds."

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