I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Also this morning.

Chorwood District, 22 Hope Road, Hat Trick Hotel, outside room 2016.

There was a silhouette silently outlined, a woman with slightly curly brown eyes and a faintly lazy expression. It was Forsi the Magician.

After she received the letter from her teacher Rorian, she came directly through the wall.

Fors raised his hand and tapped the room according to the agreed rhythm.

After a while.

The door opened, and inside was a gentleman with broad shoulders and thick arms.

Dorian Gray Abraham looked left and right very quickly, stepped aside, and let the students in.

"I really didn't expect that you could become a 'Recorder' so quickly..."

After closing the door, Dorian turned around and sighed.

If it was in the past, Forsi might have been a little proud.

But thinking that at the Tarot Conference, the speed of the two gentlemen "chariot" and "world" was comparable to that of a steam train, she couldn't be proud of it at all.

Although it only took her about a year to go from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6, it was already quite fast compared to many Beyonders.

But the two gentlemen in the Tarot Club were already demigods, and they didn't spend much time.

Shaking his head, Forsi said humbly, "This is what you taught me, teacher."

This is not a compliment.

But the fact.

She did get a lot of help from Dorian, knowledge, money, recipes, materials, etc.

Without this support, even if she knew how to act, she wouldn't be able to improve to this level within a year.

Dorian laughed and continued.

"Next, your goal is to be a Sequence 5 'traveler', and I have higher expectations for you, I hope you can gain divinity and become a Sequence 4 'Mystic Mage'.

"Of course, I also have a request, that is, when you really become a demigod, try to pray to some hidden existence, listen to his answer, and figure out what he is talking about.

"It does have certain dangers, but for the demigods of Sequence 4, there is enough ability to bear it, and there should be no problem if there are no other factors."

After a while, Dorian sat down and said, "Originally, we hoped to make such a request to your demigod friend, but he doesn't seem to have any plans to borrow that item for the time being, so we can't force it."

That demigod friend was referring to Mr. Chariot?

Fors nodded: "He has other things to do recently."

Well, I'm referring to the ascension of George III to the throne.

this is too scary.

Since I found out that day, I haven't gone out for many days.

Worried about being discovered and arrested.

Forsi shrank his neck subconsciously, then pretended to be curious and puzzled and asked, "Teacher, is this answer important to you?"

Of course she knew who Dorian wanted her to pray to.

"It's very important, our parents, our brothers, our sisters, our children, too many people have given their lives in pursuit of this answer, but have not gained anything...

"Don't worry, the reason why we paid such a high price is because there is an ancient curse hidden in the blood of our family, and you are not related to us.

"I don't expect that my generation will find a way to lift the curse through that answer, but I want to know where it originated and what the cause of my death is..."

Speaking of which, Rorian took a breath and said nothing further.

Forsi felt the heaviness accumulated over thousands of years from generation to generation.

She nodded vigorously and said, "Teacher, I will work hard."

......

One p.m.

East District, in a pub.

Pressing down the hat pushed up by his fluffy hair, Ikanser sat down in front of the bar, knocked on the counter and said, "Give me a glass of Southwell beer."

Although it was already afternoon, there were still not many people in the tavern, and the bartender was wiping the glass, preparing for the evening's business.

Hearing Ikanser's words, he poured a glass of Southwell beer and pushed it in front of the man: "5p."

After Ikanser paid for the drink, he picked up the glass of Southville beer, took a sip, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and glanced in the direction of the door.

When he was about to drink up the wine, the heavy door of the tavern was pushed open, and a member of "Heart of Machinery" walked over in a low-key manner.

Ikanser ordered a beer for him, and then asked, "How about that circus?"

After the "arsonist" incident on Saturday night, Ikanser led a team to investigate the residents of Black Palm Street.

That night, Black Palm Street was heavily damaged, but no one was injured or killed.

This aroused Ikanser's suspicion.

Through investigation, they learned that residents of Black Palm Street and nearby streets went to the circus that night.

A circus that just came to Backlund is on tour in various large areas.

On Saturday night, they happened to be performing on the East Side.

And they handed out a lot of flyers, claiming free performances, as well as providing drinks and food.

You can watch the show without spending money, and there are drinks and food available. Although limited to one per person, it still attracts residents of the Eastside.

After all, for them, good things like this are rarely encountered once a year.

Ikanser investigated the circus and learned that their previous performances were not free.

This aroused his suspicion, so he asked his team members to investigate.

The team member whispered while drinking a beer at this time: "I haven't found any problems for the time being. The owner of the circus thinks that although the people in the east area can't bring much income, there are many people here."

"He thinks that a free performance is good for the circus's publicity. In addition, they perform in the East District for three days, only the first day is free, and the next two days are charged."

Ikanser caught his fluffy and stubborn hair: "Is that so? Are we investigating in the wrong direction?"

The team member said again: "Mr. Ikanser, apart from this incident, we have found something else."

Ikanser asked casually, "What did you find?"

The team member was obviously hesitant, and then said: "Now there is such a rumor in the Eastern District. It is said that outside of Backlund, someone discovered that a large number of slaves were secretly building tombs."

"Those slaves seem to be the workers who left in last year's great unemployment wave, as well as the homeless in Bakerlandry."

"Some people say that this is what the royal family did..."

Ikanser was stunned for a while, then said, "Who said that?"

The team member shook his head: "I don't know, but this matter seems to have spread in the East District. The residents, workers, homeless, street girls and children here are spreading the news."

"Also, people are worried that they will disappear suddenly one day. Some people have spoken out, hoping that the kingdom can explain the matter."

"Also, on the way I came here, I saw a suspected reporter interviewing nearby residents."

Ikanser's expression suddenly became solemn.

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