I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

alright.

Holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, Harribell, who was still wearing an apron, stepped back.

Xifa stepped forward and saw an oil painting on the easel already finished. This oil painting adopts a large area of ​​black, which establishes a gloomy and treacherous tone.

In the middle of the canvas, is an ugly face. Wrinkled, with black bristles on lips and chin. In the meantime, Holly Belle used some bright paints to emphasize the shadows on the face, giving the picture the effect of being illuminated by fire.

I have to say that Holly Belle's painting skills are very superb. Just based on Xifa's description, the monster's face was painted so lifelike, it was like freezing the scene at that time and preserving it forever.

It's just, sister, I just want a portrait similar to a sketch, you don't need oil painting, right? Xifa rubbed the center of her brows, thinking that this sister's character is too serious.

How about it, does it look like a painting? Harribell put down her tools and took off her apron with the help of the maid Alia.

Xifa gave a thumbs up: It's almost as if it was taken by a camera.

Harri Belle said disdainfully: The things shot by the machine have no soul.

Xifa laughed, and rubbed the blond hair on her head: It's what you say.

Harribell's face was slightly red, and she slapped off Xifa's hand: Don't touch my head, I'm not a child anymore!

Well, our Belle is already a young lady. Xifa shook the hand that was slapped away by her sister, and picked up the oil painting, Then I'm leaving, and I have to give it to my father, I hope he hasn't sleep.

Because Harri Bell's paintings were oil paintings, it took far more time than sketching, and it was getting late now.

Fortunately, Byson hadn't fallen asleep yet, and was still working in the study, so energetic that he seemed to be an Extraordinary of a certain path.

After handing over the oil painting to his father, Sifa was finally able to return to his room, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed, recalling what happened today and the hunter experience he heard from Leon.

In a daze, Sifa fell asleep.

Outside the window, the red moon is becoming full, and soon it will be the night of the full moon.

The next day, after having breakfast, Xifa, who was notified to 'go to class', recalled the fear of being dominated by exams in her previous life, and came to the mysterious hut of her mother Anilu.

When he opened the door, he found that the layout of the room had changed slightly today. There were two desks with notebooks and pens on them.

It's almost like a small classroom for class, but there are actually two desks, and who else will attend the class.

Stay out of the way.

Harri Bell's slightly complaining voice sounded from behind, and Sifa turned around and found that her mother and sister had come together.

Belle, you?

Seefa looked at her sister in amazement, and couldn't believe that she swaggered like this, walked past him with ease, walked into the room, and sat down in front of one of the desks.

Anilu closed the door, with a warm smile on her face: Belle has been studying occultism with me for a while, and by the way, she is a born extraordinary.

She has inherited part of my Extraordinary characteristics. After training, she is already a senior 'apprentice'.

Born Extraordinary? There is such a thing!

Well, not only is my mother a Extraordinary, but now even my younger sister is too. My eldest son's status is worrying.

Cifer tried to ask, What about Jom?

Anilu shook her head: He is not, only Belle has inherited my extraordinary characteristics.

Mom, can I go to class now? I have something to do today. The noble girl sitting at the desk urged impatiently.

Anilu said without the slightest impatience: Today I will teach you 'Hermesian'. You should use this language frequently in the future. Belle has just learned this language, so I will teach it together.

This is our first class today. After I'm done, I'll teach Xifa about 'spiritual vision' alone.

Xifa frowned, and sat down at another desk, Anilu had already started teaching

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

During these three days, Xifa either dealt with Hermes Wen every day, or practiced the 'spiritual vision' method. It has to be said that the hunter path is far inferior to the 'divinator' in this respect.

Xifa remembered that in the original book, Klein understood it in seconds, and it took him three days of practice to barely learn to turn on and off this special vision in mysticism.

People are really different

One day when he opened the closet and was about to change, he suddenly saw the hidden compartment and remembered the flyer of the 'Sea Monster Tavern'.

The original owner seemed to have been to that tavern, but Xifa couldn't figure out what a noble young master was doing there.

How about I go there at night?

As soon as this idea surfaced, Sifa couldn't hold it down anymore.

At night, he opened the secret compartment in the closet and put on the brown, two-breasted, high-necked trench coat.

He took out the black iron mask and the long-barreled gold revolver.

Xifa put the revolver into the armpit holster, replaced the snake-scale revolver, put on the mask again, stood in front of the mirror, and saw a completely unfamiliar figure.

I believe that as long as you don't make a sound, even your father won't be able to recognize him.

He rummaged through and found a felt hat he hadn't worn for a long time, pressed it on his head, opened the window, reached the ground easily with the skill of a hunter, and left the house over the wall.

Xifa lowered his head, walked in the shadows, hurried across the quiet and spacious golden champagne avenue, passed the solemn memorial square, and came to Qingyu Road.

Although it is late, there are still pedestrians here. Under the gas street lamps that have been covered with water vapor, workers wearing peaked caps and blue work uniforms, homeless men with messy hair and patched clothes, are selling in baskets. Fruity children, drunkards walking staggeringly reeking of alcohol, and lecherous people filled the path paved with gravel.

This is the byword for chaos in Enki Town, crowded, dirty, full of hooligans and thieves everywhere. Nobles stop here, and even the police are reluctant to appear in this place.

Xifa lowered his head, his slightly raised underarm clothes, and the black iron mask on his face made the hooligans in the alley just look at him more, and the thieves hiding in the crowd dared not approach him, which made him Came to the 'Sea Monster Tavern' smoothly.

A tavern with both a timber structure and a brick and stone building.

When Xifa opened the door and walked in, he almost ran away without turning around. The ventilation in the tavern was so poor that the air was filled with a strange mixture of ginger beer, fried meat, sweat, and bad perfume.

And these smells were magnified several times under the hunter's keen sense of smell, so that Xifa almost fainted.

Behind the bar not far from the door, a bartender who was wiping a wine glass saw Xifa, and greeted him, Duke, when did you come back?

Duke? me?

Xifa almost pointed to his nose and asked back.