I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

  Chapter 262 Lack of Rituals (Subscription plus more)

  Sifah’s smile froze all at once.

what happened?

  Isn’t this recipe okay? Why can’t I be promoted to Sequence 5.

  Which aspect went wrong.

  Re-examined his divination statement earlier, and Xifa quickly found the problem: "I just fortune-telled whether there is a problem with the two formulas. This is too vague and not accurate enough."

  "I should modify the divination sentence."

  He took out coins again for divination, and this time modified the divination sentence to: "The formula in my hand is not complete."

  Sifah made a fortune on the two formulas of ‘Conspirator’ and ‘Reaper’, and the results of both times were the number side facing up, that is to say, the formula given by Latiz was complete.

  Next, Sifa took the ‘conspirator’ formula: "This formula can promote me to conspiracy."

  He tossed a coin and looked at the side with the wizard hat pattern on it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

  But when he did the same divination on the ‘Reaper’ formula, he got the completely opposite result.

  Three times in a row, all the same.

  "Strange, the results of the divination show that the Reaper's formula is complete, but why this formula can't promote me to Sequence 5"

  Sifa frowned, and after thinking about it, he thought of some possibilities.

  "The Reaper is already a sequence 5 thing, and the'divine coin' in my hand is too low in personality, so I can't get the result of the fortune-telling?"

   "No, if so, it should not give negative revelation, but it should be erected and give revelation that the result cannot be obtained is correct."

   "Then, because I have not yet become a conspirator, there are too many variables between the arsonist and the reaper, and it cannot be fortune-telling?"

   "It's not right, the reason is the same as above."

"Um"

  "I remember the watcher said that in order to be promoted in the later stages of each sequence, you must cooperate with the ceremony. Is it necessary to start with the sequence 5?"

  "Latiz only gave me the formula, but did not say the ritual, so if I only rely on this formula, I still can’t get promoted?"

  Sifah stood up: "It should be true. If it is not, it cannot be explained. Why the formula is correct, it is complete, but it cannot be promoted."

  "Ritual."

   "Did Raditz deliberately fail to give the ceremony, or did he even know it?"

   "In addition, the captain went to confirm the formula, and did not tell me about the ceremony. They are official people, they must know more about the extraordinary sequence than me, and they must also know the existence of the ceremony."

"But he didn't intend to detain Raditz, and still let me release him. Why, Black Sails internally controls the promotion ceremony of the Reaper, so there is no need. Or, the captain did not want to be horrified and deliberately let go. Tiz left, so that he would still go to Bayam,'Black Sails' can monitor him secretly, and thus monitor the'Iron Cross'."

   "Compared with monitoring the Iron Cross, the captain believes that a ritual is not that important. Also, as long as you monitor Raditz, even if you have not mastered the Reaper’s promotion ritual within the ‘Black Sail’, there are still opportunities to get it."

  "For example, channeling"

   "Well, these are all my guesses, and I have to find a chance to prove it. If the ceremony is really needed, then I have to talk to Mr. Raditz."

  "Finally, divination is not omnipotent. The results of divination can only be used as a reference. I can't rely on divination too much. More often, I need to find the answer by myself!"

   Put away the formula, and Xifa arranged an altar to sacrifice to Mr. Fool.

After building the spiritual wall, Xifa first prayed to Mr. Fool and asked him to tell the "world" that he has obtained the formula of the "conspirator", but he can first use the "true rhizome of the mist tree man" and the corresponding juice. Give it to the'world'.

  In exchange, Xifa hopes that the ‘world’ can find the extraordinary materials in the ‘conspirator’ formula for exchange. If there is a premium, he will make up the difference.

  Of course, Sifa added other materials to the conspirator’s formula to make himself look less like ‘trusting’ the world.

  After getting a response, Sifa was busy making sacrifices. After all this was done, it was already twilight.

  Above the gray fog.

   Klein looked at the two extraordinary materials on the long bronze table.

  The true rhizome of the Mist Tree Man is heart-shaped, brown, and palm-sized. The front is wrinkled, like the skin of an old man in the seventies and eighties, but the back is very smooth, like a girl's pink back, it swells and shrinks slightly on the bronze long table, as if it is alive.

   Its juice is light green and crystal clear, and even has a fragrance of mint, which looks like some kind of delicious drink.

   "This way, my magician materials will be complete, and I can try to be promoted immediately!"

   "By the way, the chariot is very generous, don't worry about me, don't worry about the way the'world' hacks extraordinary materials, do you trust me as a fool?"

   "Well, if the Hanged Man classmate trusted me half of it, it would be fine."

  "The chariot needs a lot of materials. There should be a conspirator’s formula hidden in it, but in order to prevent the ‘world’ from being seen through, other materials are deliberately added."

  "The compound eyes of hunting black spiders and the brains of human lions. They don't seem to be so easy to obtain. When Mr. ‘Eye of Wisdom’ holds a party again, I’ll go there and try my luck."

  "Miss Bodyguard is also a channel. When you see her, you can also try to inquire. In short, repay the favor of the'chariot' as soon as possible."

  Windmill Island.

  After finishing the sacrifice, Sifa took a rest, then left the room and went to the ground floor of the hotel, preparing to solve the problem of dinner in the small restaurant of the hotel.

  In the small restaurant, there are a few people sitting. Judging from their clothes, these people are all island residents.

  Different foods are placed on two of the tables, eating silently.

  The other two people only saw wine on the table, and the dried fish that was served with the wine. There was no staple food, and they were chatting without a word.

  When Xifa came in, several guests in the restaurant looked at him one after another. Their eyes were not friendly, but they did not reach the level of hatred.

  He found a corner by the window and sat down. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Sifa opened the recipe on the table.

  The recipe is very simple, there are not many main dishes, and mainly seafood.

   "What would you like to have, Mr. Raleigh?"

  Midya's voice rang. The girl was still the tomboy, holding a registration book in her hand, acting as a waiter in the restaurant.

  She is really busy.

  Sifah put down the recipe and smiled: "Perhaps you can give me some suggestions?"

Midya laughed: "No problem. I suggest you have a main course. Our specialty grilled fish is done well. You can also consider a clam and mushroom soup and potato bread. I think the portion should be Just right."

   "By the way, I heard from my father that you gave us a barrel of wine. Maybe you want to have a glass?"

  Sifa nodded in satisfaction: "Just do as you say."

"OK, just a second."

  The girl quickly wrote down what Xifa wanted, and then walked towards the kitchen. When she passed by a man, the man reached out and grabbed the girl's buttocks.

  Midya seemed to be prepared, she jumped away in time, then grunted at the man with a straight face, and turned to enter the kitchen.

The man chuckled twice, then glanced at Xifa, and muttered: "The foreign guys are always more popular, but these stupid girls will never understand that these foreign guys will not take them away, they will only take them away. Take the girl to the bed."

   A man with sunburn marks on his face chuckled and said, "Even so, they won't make you cheap, won't they, Jon?"

"To shut up."

  Sifah looked out the window, pretending that he hadn't heard what they were saying, and at the same time began to associate.

  All the girls on this island want to leave?

  Also, just now Midia asked about things outside the island and about the Kingdom of Loen. I can feel that she is very yearning for the outside world.

  Who wants to stay on an island for the rest of their lives?

  But the one named Jon is right. Outsiders will not take them away. There is a strong atmosphere of discrimination against women in the sea. Some people even think that taking women out to sea will bring disasters.

  So those guys who say ‘I’ll take you away’, nine out of ten are trying to trick girls into their bed

  I hope that Midia will not make similar demands to me. I don’t want to deceive her, but I can tell her directly that it seems too cruel.

  Also, I have a mission.

Soon, the aroma of the food made Sifa look back from the window, watching the grilled fish on the table, the fragrant mushroom soup, the amazing amount of potato bread and a glass of attractive red wine, Sifa His stomach gurgled.

   "Please take your time." Midya smiled back, and left, to light up the gas lamps and candles in the dining room.

  After having dinner, Sifa took a walk around the street near the hotel, Quandang took a walk, he did not go far, and soon returned to the hotel.

  During this process, he found that he was being paid attention by the locals, and many people watched him enter the hotel before taking back his sight.

   Back to the room, Sifa opened the window and looked down at the street illuminated by street lights.

"Sure enough, the face of an outsider is too eye-catching. Well, tomorrow I will walk around as Mr. Reilly, using wine as an excuse to figure out the street layout of the town. To prepare for the action."

   "Alternatively, I can hire a guide so that the activities in the town are less conspicuous. Well, I can hire Midia, she should be willing, and I can ask her about local beliefs."

   "She is older, and her mind should not be as heavy as those men. It just feels a bit like using her."

   "No, no, I can pay her more, it's an information fee."

  Making plans for tomorrow, Xifa took out paper and pen and began to write a letter.

   Letter to Forsi.

   "Dear Miss Fors. No, we are not so close yet."

  Sifah re-rolled a piece of paper and wrote down again.

"Beautiful Miss Fors, don’t you know if you remember me? I have officially joined the Navy, and not long ago, I participated in an anti-piracy operation. Unfortunately, because of the need to keep it secret, I can’t reveal those pirates to you. Information."

"Have you heard of the'cursed ship' Celeste? I encountered a destroyed sailing ship in the sea. According to the captain's description, they seemed to have been attacked by Celeste. It was a ship The very terrifying sailboat, even just contact, turned two living humans into monsters."

  "I am writing to you on Windmill Island. This is a beautiful and mysterious island"

  After writing a letter eloquently, Xifa checked it to be correct, and when the ink on the paper dried up, he folded it and put it in an envelope. After writing Forsi's address in Backlund on the envelope, he took out the metal piccolo and blew it to his mouth.

  The invisible ripples spread in the room. After a while, the Westfare inspiration was touched.

   Then, there was a knock on the door.

  Buckle buckle—

  The headless butler should be in the corridor outside the door at this moment. Thinking about the picture, it’s really a bit horrible. Sifa shook his head, and then calmly said: "Please come in."

  First, a shiny leather shoe, then black trousers with unusually straight ironed lines, then a tuxedo of the same color and hands with white gloves, and finally without a head, a messenger like a housekeeper walked into the guest room. Pressing his hands on his abdomen, he bowed slightly to Xifa.

  Be polite at all times

  Sifa stood up, no matter if Mr. Butler could not see it, he gave a polite reply. This was polite.

   Then, he took out the letter to Forsi, smiled and said: "Please help me send the letter to the address specified above."

  Western France looked at the part above the chest of Mr. Butler, and he still reported Forsi's address uneasy.

  Mr. Butler took out a small book, quickly wrote down a line of small characters, and presented it to Xifa: The delivery fee is 1 gold coin.

"OK."

  Sifah took out a Luen gold coin that had been prepared and handed it to it.

  The butler took the gold coin along with the letter, concealed it properly, and then kept moving back, finally disappearing in the door of the guest room.

   Stretched, Xifa, who had nothing else to do, chose to lie down in bed and sleep. But because it was in a strange place and there were weird beliefs on this island, Xifa did not dare to sleep too deeply.

  Also, he slept with his clothes, did not even take off his shoes, ready to run away at any time.

  Time doesn’t know how long it has been ~www.readwn.com~ Suddenly Sifa was inspired by it, and I woke up all of a sudden.

  The room was dark. Although he could not see anything, Xifa could feel that there was some kind of vague spiritual fluctuation in the air, which was swimming. They were like undercurrents in the sea, blending in the darkness, flowing continuously.

  Xifa did not dare to radiate his spirituality to contact him rashly, for fear of causing some unknown danger, he even maintained his original state and did not dare to move. After the subtle spirituality completely disappeared, he waited patiently on the bed for a while to confirm that there was nothing abnormal, and Xifa lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.

  At this moment, Xifa felt a little bit and went to the window without opening the curtain, so he looked out from the seam of the curtain.

  He saw that on the crimson-stained street, island residents walked out of their homes like ghosts. The street lights on the street had been extinguished, but they didn't even bring a candle. Most people are even wearing pajamas, in a numb, corpse-like stiff posture, gathering and marching on the street.

  When the red moon in the night sky was obscured by the clouds, when the town fell into darkness, Xifa still did not hear a sound, the residents on the island, walking in the darkness, went to the unknown.

  PS: These two chapters are not too short.

  (End of this chapter)