I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

  Chapter 242 Mr. "World" (Fifth)

  Ms. Pharmacist turned around and after selling a few cheaper healing potions, she returned to her place contentedly, humming the folk songs that she didn’t know where, and put out some potion preparation tools one after another.

   Suddenly, Quincy, who was lying at the door, sat up and rushed out of the simple room. He followed and shouted outside: "What are they going to do, where are they going. Hey, what's the matter with you!"

  It sounds like something is wrong, and other people can no longer sit still and come to the simple room one after another. Seeing that above the sea, the Wave Breaker was setting sail, but dropped them and left?

  Sifah several people looked at each other, and they couldn't figure out what was going on.

   Then I heard Frank say: "He left us two buckets of clean water."

  Two big wooden barrels are placed on the beach, but apart from that, there is nothing left.

Natalie lifted the skirt and rushed to the beach to scream at the Breaking Wave: "Ken Angus, you liar, big talker, bastard, scum! You told me that I can take a bath on the boat every night before I disembark. Of!"

   "Ah, damn, I want to curse you!"

  Edward smiled bitterly: "If you save a little bit of these two buckets of water, a week should be enough. But we can't take a bath, we can't wash, we can only use it for drinking."

   "There is still food." Frank said solemnly, "Do you have any food?"

  The answer is, of course, no. Who would have thought that the captain would actually drive the ship away. Is survival in the wild also one of the purposes of training?

  Sifa first looked at the sea, then at Quincy: "Maybe you can bring us some fish?"

   "Of course I can."

  Quincy pointed to the mountains behind: "But, aren’t you also a hunter? The hunter should be able to go to the mountain to find us something to eat?"

  Sifah looked back at the undulating mountains: "If there are beasts on it, it's not a big problem."

   "It looks like we have to live on this desert island for a week."

  The pirate ship over there that was not completely sunk said: "Edward, Frank, you can go to the pirate ship to see if there is anything we need. Food, wine, anything is fine."

  “In addition, we’d better build a simple toilet on the beach. This is not only for the sake of hygiene, but also to make us live like a group of wild animals.”

  "As for food, Quincy and I will find a way."

   Speaking, he patted his forehead: "I didn't expect this to be the case. I didn't bring too many bullets on my body. Who of you has bullets for me."

   "Couldn't you set up some traps, in this case, don't waste bullets." With that, Quincy took off his shirt and found a branch that was thick enough under the palm tree next to it.

  He drew a dagger from the back of his waist, sharpened the front end, tried it, and when it felt smooth, he walked to the beach, ready to go fishing.

  Sifa also took some bullets with Edward, and walked behind the beach. Behind the beach is a small forest. As we walked, the terrain began to rise. After a while, Sifa had already arrived in a mountain forest.

  He was not in a hurry to hunt, but he listened first, and he was relieved when he heard bird calls from time to time in the mountains and forests.

  Even if there are no beasts, if you can hit the forest birds, you can grill them and eat them.

  That's it.

  Time passes little by little.

  Unknowingly, it has come to about three in the afternoon.

  At this moment.

  Sifah hides in a group of bushes. In the open space in front, a pheasant with bright feathers is walking. Just in front of the pheasant, there is a trap set by Westfa.

  When the pheasant was about to enter the trap, crimson appeared in front of his eyes, instantly submerging Xifa.

   "Don't, it's almost. Damn it!"

When Xifa started howling, he found that he had come to the grand palace filled with dense gray and white mist. At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, and he was sitting in a row with him. Hanging people'.

  The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

  The Hanged Man coughed dryly: "Chariot, you are."

On the top of the mottled bronze table, Klein, who was enveloped in the thick gray mist, almost couldn't control his expression. He stared at Xifa who was squatting on the ground in amazement, his thoughts rising up like bubbles.

  The chariot is convenient in the bathroom, and if it is so, it is really the scene of the death of a large community.

  No.

  The chariot doesn’t look like a person who doesn’t know its weight. In this posture, he looks like he is squatting on his prey?

  He is in battle?

   Klein now blocked other people, and said indifferently in the tone of a fool: "If you are fighting, I can send you back."

  I am indeed ‘fighting’, but not the kind you think.

  Sifa coughed dryly, got up slowly, first pressed his chest to the long table, and bowed slightly: “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Fool. But it’s okay. I can go to the party.”

  I have been scouting around, and I can be sure that there are no dangerous beasts or extraordinary species on the mountain. At most, I can lie down in the bushes for an hour or two.

   "Well then."

  At this moment, Audrey, who has always been a master, is greeting every member of the Tarot Club.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  "Good afternoon..."

  She stopped suddenly, not only because Mr. "Chariot" was squatting on the ground strangely, but also because there was an extra figure at the end of the long table on her side.

  It was a stranger in a black robe with a hood. His figure was also illusory and hazy, also stained with red.

   "This is?" Audrey looked at Mr. Fool both suspiciously and joyfully.

  We have added new members to the Tarot Club? This is great, we are growing rapidly!

Who will    be?

  Fors?

  It doesn’t seem to be, nor is it Hugh, the height is seriously inconsistent, and I don’t know what kind of person it will be.

  Others also noticed the mysterious stranger.

  'The Hanged Man' Alger frowned unconsciously, his body naturally took a guard posture, and he was slightly dissatisfied.

  Tarot will expand too fast, right?

  How long is this?

  First it was ‘Sun’, then ‘Chariot’, and now there is one more.

  Why is that gentleman eager to add new members?

   Can it be said that He has already recovered, so he needs more people to serve him?

  Thinking of this, Alger was shocked, and quickly lowered his head, carefully collecting his thoughts.

  At this time, at the top of the long table, Klein leaned back leisurely and said: "This is a new member~www.readwn.com~Mr. World’."

  The world?

  Sifah immediately remembered. The watcher once said that one of Klein’s vests was the ‘world’!

  It turned out to be like this.

  Sifah smiled secretly.

   Klein built a ‘trumpet’ at the Tarot Club, probably because he was thinking of something inconvenient for the ‘Fool’ to say, or a request, so let the trumpet do it for him.

  After all, now, his ‘Fool’ is just an empty shell and needs to be careful to maintain a good image.

  After Klein’s introduction, the Sun and The Hanged Man greeted "World" one after another, but received a cold response.

  When it was Xifa’s turn, he resisted the prank called ‘Klein’, put his hand on his chest, and said politely: “Good afternoon, Mr. ‘World’, and you are welcome to join the Tarot Club.”

  "If there is anything you need help in the future, please don't hesitate to speak up. I will definitely not reject what I can do."

  The ‘world’ is Klein, and helping him is helping Klein. This kind of thing that can help Mr. Fool’s favorability will be missed by fools!

  (End of this chapter)