I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

　　 Helen was the first thing Sifa thought of when he heard someone inquiring about him. After all, Sifa hasn't contacted him since he bought a mirror from her last time.

　　 And, he didn’t move to Green Emerald Street. Perhaps because of this, Helen came to the bar to inquire, isn’t it reasonable?

　　 Saifa calmly asked: "Female?"

　　Old Parker stopped wiping the tabletop and glanced at him before continuing to do his work: "Don't overestimate your charm to women."

　　 Just say that I am shameless.

　　 Xifa hehe laughed: "Who is asking me, is it my enemy who came here."

　　 "Then I don't know."

　　Mr. Parker wiped the table and said, "I listened to the gatekeeper. Those two people are asking about you in the bar."

　　 "They don't look like locals. One is tall and has a northern accent; the other is shorter, with no hair on his head, and a goatee."

　　 "Oh, yes, the gatekeeper also noticed that the bald head has a tattoo on the back of his right palm, which seems to be a sign of an organization."

　　 Xifa was taken aback, and the description of Old Parker reminded him of two people immediately.

　　 At the beginning of August, when he was still in Enqi town, there were two people in the sea monster tavern. They wanted to indulge themselves in a drink, but a dozen people, including Sanqi, raised their guns and sent them off.

　　 At the time, the bartender also said that the two men were inquiring about Bridge who sold him the "Shadow Gloves" at the same time, and they didn't know what they were looking for.

　　 Now, they actually found Tingen?

　　 "Mr. Parker, can I issue a commission?" Sifa raised his head and asked with a smile.

　　Mr. Parker stopped his work and skillfully took out the pen and notebook from the drawer. Without words, he looked at Xifa.

　　 "I want to investigate the two people you just mentioned. Well, it's only for investigation. No other extra things are needed."

　　 "I want to be able to know where the two of them stayed and where they often go. It would be even better if I could know their names or other related information."

　　 Xifa spread his hand and said: "I am still issuing a commission for the first time. How much do you think is appropriate?"

　　 The old man replied professionally while recording: "The survey address is 2 pounds, and an additional 3 pounds is added to the surveys frequently visited places. After obtaining the name and related information, and paying another 5 pounds, I think it is almost the same."

　　Sifah thought for a while and said, "Then do as you said, and add another one. If you feel dangerous, you can interrupt the mission. I will pay the corresponding reward based on the clues they provide."

　　Old Parker glanced at him, nodded, put away the notebook and pen.

　　 Xifa smiled at him: "Is it over?"

　　 "Well, it's over."

　　 "Okay." After drinking all the wine in his glass, Sefa jumped off the chair and put on his hat, "I wish you a nice evening."

　　 He gestured to the girl in the hall who was still practicing sword, and left the bar.

　　 Wharf area.

　　 An unmarked carriage stopped under a street light, the door opened, and a man jumped out of the carriage with a little effort. He was wearing a long windbreaker, with his collar standing high, blocking his cheeks. He was wearing a hat, which was pulled very low, almost covering his eyes.

　　 He walked into the street lamp, raised his head and looked around. The brilliance of the gas street lamp illuminates his face. It can be seen that he is not young anymore.

　　 Even the belt of the long trench coat couldn't hold his round waist. He took off his hat and straightened the thinning hair on the top of his head before putting it back on. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead deepened with the movement of the eyebrows.

　　 Suddenly he seemed to see something, and quickly walked away from the street light, crossed the street under the watch of the groom, and walked into the alley next to a warehouse on the opposite side.

　　 There was a faint red light flickering in that alley.

　　 In the small alley, someone asked in a low voice: "Did the club director show up?"

　　 "Yes, sir." The obese man who took off his hat wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied respectfully, "I have waited for him for an hour, and he has not appeared."

　　 There was a chuckle in the darkness: "It seems that he may not be as you said, and you have been a friend of many years, and he has enough trust in you."

　　 "Maybe he has something to do temporarily, maybe someone has given him some advice, do I need to ask him again?" The fat man asked with his head down.

　　 "No need."

　　 "Since he did not show up, it means that he has been suspicious. If you ask him again, it will only increase his suspicion."

　　 "Go and do another thing for me."

　　 The fat man buried his head lower: "Excuse me, what's the matter."

　　 "Look for a girl, I don't know what her name is. She is tall, beautiful, with short hair cut to ears. She should also be a hunter, and the guy in the club may know where she is."

　　 A stick figure was handed over. It was a girl who used a long sword and was heroic.

　　 "After you have news, write a letter and send it to the equestrian club."

　　 The red light in the darkness suddenly brightened, and then a puff of smoke floated across the fat man’s face.

　　 "Finally, you remember. After you go back, you will forget the things you met with me, including the things I asked you to find someone. You will only inquire and finish it unconsciously."

　　 "Now, you can go. When you get home, you can sleep well so that you can have the energy to welcome the next morning."

　　 The obese man responded with a dull tone: "Be cautious of your instructions."

　　 After a while, the groom saw his master come back. He seemed to be a little tired, his eyes were numb, and he only said a word when he got into the carriage.

"go home."

　　 On Tuesday morning, as there was nothing to go out, Xifa wrote a draft telegram, telling Byson that he had been secretly assassinated. Of course, he concealed the link of his summoning the "personal projection", but in the tone of a bystander~www.readwn.com~, he described that there were two more stone sculptures in the restaurant, and his own crisis was inexplicably resolved. .

　　 As for what Bison would think, it was his own business.

　　 After letting Matthew take the draft to the telegraph office, Sifa walked into the bedroom and summoned the ‘Book of Mystery’.

　　 After the surrounding scenes became richer in color, Xifa felt the heaviness of his hands, and then he saw the illusory book exuding a glimmer of light.

　　 It opened on its own and stayed on the page of ‘personal projection’, and on the page, he saw a message.

　　‘Clemons Bergman: Little guy, you did a good job, at least until I finished the Dixie pie and tasted sweet iced tea. I have always wanted to taste these two things, um, I did you a favor in vain. But next time, can you stay longer, are you a man? If you are a man, you have to be strong~’

　　...

　　 Of course I am a man!

　　 I am also very strong!

　　 is that the spirituality is not enough to burn, but I am only Sequence 8 after all. I will be promoted later, so I should be able to sustain it longer.

　　 Xifa turned to the message page and was delighted to see that he had replied to his message last time.

　　’Mc404: Stay away from Bansi Port, don’t go before high sequence...’

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