I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Harry's watch shop is a beautiful, two-story house. Like other buildings in Gran Town, its sloping roof is dark gray and a white chimney stands.

The outer wall of the watch shop was painted dark blue, the windows used to display the goods were cleaned, and various clocks were displayed on the cabinets inside.

When Harry opened the door, passers-by greeted him with cordial greetings. It seemed that the watchmaker was not lying. At least, he was indeed a resident of this town.

"I will go to Mr. Craftsman later, but I can't guarantee that he will be there. I will convey your wishes to him. As for whether he is willing to make objects for you..."

The shy-looking big boy caught his hair and apologized: "That's not what I can control."

"By the way, what do you want to make? Revolver? Like the lady said?"

Walking into the watch shop, Xifa was dazzled by the dazzling array of clocks, from old-fashioned wall clocks to delicate pocket watches.

It's just that Harry seems to take care of the small shop alone. The display in the shop is messy and the tools are placed at will. Even the owner, Harry, has to be very careful to come to the counter.

"Yes, revolver."

Xifa lowered his voice and said: "Please tell that gentleman, I hope to use the characteristics of the'devil' to create a revolver."

He stared at Harry when he was speaking, and the big boy stared at him with clear eyes: "Well, I remembered. The characteristics of the'devil', what is that?"

"Don't ask, the more you know, the less good it will be for you." Sifa smiled and retracted his gaze, and said casually, "Do you know the'Red Moon'? I heard all kinds of strange materials are sold there."

Harry packed the tools on the counter: "I know, that's one of the few small shops in town that open at night and are allowed to open."

"It's only open at night?" Xifa was stunned. He originally planned to meet with the informant of the "Hanged Man" next, but now it seems that he had to go at night.

"Well, I still want to buy some materials, then I'll go tonight."

Xifa looked around and found nothing unusual in the watch shop, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "If there is nothing else, then I will leave first."

"Okay." Harry put down his tools and was about to send him away, but awkwardly tripped over a chair and almost fell.

"You don't need to send me off, so be it. I will come to you again in two days. Goodbye." Sifa smiled and said, then walked out of the watch shop and took a breath of the cold air on Sunia, but felt refreshed. He recalled the address provided by Osved, and then walked outside the town.

As he walked and asked for directions, he came to a manor outside the town, behind which was a large plantation visible to the naked eye.

This is the ‘Champagne Estate’, the home of the ‘employee’ of Osborne’s.

At this time, Xifa has changed into the face of the ‘Duke’ with a mustache and a stern line.

Before getting close to the gate of the manor, Sifa heard a grumpy voice: "Stop and stop where I can see you. Otherwise, I will be rude to you."

He saw a few people coming out from behind the black iron gate. They seemed to be the guards of the manor. They were very tall and their arms were almost as thick as Sifa's thighs.

These people are obviously Fusac people. Their skin is pale, white and rosy, and the wind passing by them brings a smell of alcohol.

It seems that they have just drunk alcohol, and it is strong alcohol.

Xifa looked at the sky and determined that it was daytime, and could not help but gain a new understanding of the Fusac people's wine culture.

"Is Mr. Cyril at home?"

"Please tell him that Osvid's friend'The Duke' is visiting."

Several big guys exchanged glances. One of the men with a long and thick beard said: "You are waiting here, don't mess around, or we will throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

He patted the chest of a companion next to him, motioned for them to look at Xifa, and he walked to the villa in the manor with a strong Loen style.

Xifa smiled and stood aside and waited patiently. In the process, he heard several guards communicate in low voices and laughed from time to time.

They talked more about wine, followed by women.

While talking, the old beard came back, and with a gesture, the guards opened the black iron gate.

"Go in, Mr. Cyril is waiting for you in the living room." After the beard said, he rubbed his hands and walked into a wooden house not far away.

Xifa walked into the black iron gate, and under the gaze of the ‘giants’, he walked to the villa in the distance without hesitation.

He saw the wooden house used by the guards, the dog house, the flower beds along the way with hardy plants, and the water in the spray pool was clear and not frozen...

In a blink of an eye, he came to the gate, Xifa raised his hand and rang the bell, and soon footsteps rang inside, and then the door opened.

Behind the door is a very attractive middle-aged man who is not young anymore. He chuckled and said, "I didn’t expect that'Duke' you are so young. I thought that Osvid would be able to entrust him with a heavy responsibility. A mature and stable man."

Xifa responded with a smile: "Age and appearance are just appearances, and appearances are the most confusing. What do you think, Mr. Cyril?"

The person in front of him was Cyril, and Osvid also included a photo of him in the letter at the time, so Sifa recognized it at a glance.

"I agree very much, please come in, please feel free to ~ www.readwn.com ~ Cyril said as he walked, "I'm sorry, the servants are not there, if there is any improper hospitality, I hope you won't mind. "

"It would be very inconvenient if there were no servants for such a large manor." Xifa greeted casually.

The middle-aged gentleman smiled bitterly and nodded: "Because of the treasure map, I was worried that an accident might happen. Two weeks ago, I temporarily disbanded the servants in the manor, leaving only the guards."

"Really? That's really hard for you." Entering the living room, Sifa sat down on a sofa and went straight to the subject, "Mr. Cyril, please give me that treasure map so that you can return to normal. Life."

"No problem, but I have put away the treasure map a few days ago. I have to think about where to put it. I'm sorry that my memory is not very good."

Cyril appeared to be thinking hard, and it took almost 1 minute before he clapped his hands and said: "By the way, I remember it, it's on..."

Sifa, who was waiting for him to say the answer, suddenly found that Cyril’s mouth had not closed for a long time. He found that his head was stunned, his thoughts gradually stagnated, and the surroundings seemed to be covered with thick layers of glass, and everything he saw with his eyes was all It becomes fuzzy!