I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Doug was bitten by stray dogs when he was young, and he still has hideous scars on his legs and hands. So he doesn't keep dogs, and he doesn't let members of the gang keep them, because he's afraid.

Hearing what the bartender said, Xifa leaned back slightly: It seems that I will go to see him, can I prepare a dog?

San Qi shrugged his shoulders and refused to comment, and continued: Doug has joined a gang in his youth, and he was already the leader of that gang ten years ago.

Perhaps out of yearning for the upper class, he began to wear formal clothes and bow ties. He also asked members to also wear bow ties. That's how the black tie got its name.

He does all sorts of illegal dealings, and he's notoriously ruthless when it comes to hitting his rivals. For one, Doug chopped up a rival and threw him into the sea to feed the fish. Anyway, he was a A guy that even the police don't want to mess with.

At this time, another bartender entered the bar and whispered to San Qi, who nodded after listening, and looked at Xifa: He's here.

On the second floor of the tavern, Sifa knocked on a door. The door opened, and a bearded man with a bare head looked out vigilantly before opening the door completely.

Xifa walked in calmly and looked at the room. The lighting in the room was not bright enough, and there was a chunky man in a formal suit sitting on a sofa.

He was wearing a black tie, with a cigar in his mouth, and next to him was a young girl, a woman in a seductive dress was bringing a glass of wine to his mouth.

Behind the sofa, two big men in cheap formal suits and bow ties stood with their hands behind their hands, with solemn expressions, like statues.

At this time, the bald and bearded man stretched out his hand and said, Please hand over the pistol.

Xifa, who was wearing a black iron mask, glanced at him casually: That's impossible, the gun is the hunter's life, and I will not give my life to others.

The corner of the bearded man's mouth raised: That's up to you.

He reached out his hand into the safari trench coat, trying to grab the gun by force.

Xifa first grabbed his hand, then stumbled, the bearded man lost his balance and knelt down on one knee, but Xifa hit his head against the wooden board with the other hand, knocking him dizzy.

Behind the sofa, two big men in formal suits immediately put their hands into their arms, and each took out a left gun, before pointing at Xifa. They heard two gunshots in the room, and the revolvers in their hands vibrated violently and flew out of their hands. It turned out that they were shot by Xifa with precise points.

The golden pistol moved and pointed at the man sitting on the sofa amidst the screams of the hostess, and Sifer said in a calm and indifferent tone: The temptation ends here, Mr. Doug.

The pistol spun around twice beautifully, and Sifa put it back in the holster under his arm, took off his hat, and sat down on the sofa on the other side.

The short and fat man burst into laughter at this moment, and clapped vigorously: Yes, you are indeed the best hunter in the town. Your skills are fully worthy of such an evaluation.

Xifa raised his legs and leaned slightly towards the side with the armrest: Since you think I'm qualified, I think we can talk about the task now.

No problem. Doug spread his hands and said, The task is very simple. I need you to meet me on the white beach at about 11 o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow. At that time, I need to receive some goods. Just make sure that the 'goods' and I can be safe. Go away, Mr. Duke, and I will pay you £300.

If an accident occurs during the period, I will increase your remuneration depending on the difficulty of the incident. After seeing your skill just now, I can promise that the additional remuneration will be no less than 200 pounds.

Xifa said directly: You are very generous, but Mr. Doug, would you mind telling me what kind of 'goods' those are? I need to assess the difficulty of the task in order to confirm whether it matches the reward I get.

Doug laughed dryly: Well, I'll increase the task reward to 500 pounds, and as for what it is, don't ask.

A smile flickered in Xifa's eyes: Maybe you don't know me well, I'm not short of money, I'm more interested in the task. If the task is not attractive enough, I will lack motivation.

Of course, it is the guest's freedom to disclose it or not. But in that case, I can only suggest you to find other hunters.

Doug was silent. He smoked a cigar, exhaled big mouthfuls of white smoke, and looked at Sifa in the lingering smoke.

After a while, he took off his cigar: You have a personality, well, Mr. Duke. I can reveal one thing, those goods are people, some people who came to our Loen from East and West Balam to seek opportunities. And I am willing to do it for you They provide opportunity.

It turned out to be a human?

This is, human trafficking? Sure enough, it looks like something a gangster would do!

Mr. Duke, now that you know, you shouldn't report me to the police station. Doug laughed loudly.

Of course not. Sifa replied with a smile.

But I reported you to St. Witt's Church, because I am not sure, whether the police station is in the same boat as you, and Sifa added it in his heart.

Doug stood up and stretched out his hand: Then wish us a happy cooperation?

This time, Xifa did not respond, did not shake hands with him, and pushed his hat on his head, he said: See you the night after tomorrow.

After leaving the tavern, Xifa found a kid selling fruit on the street and bought his fruit at a premium. Then give him an envelope and ask him to drop it in St. Witte's Church.

He witnessed the whole process in a corner near the memorial square, and confirmed that a priest chased him out with an envelope. Then he opened the envelope, saw the contents inside, and then turned back.

In that envelope was the parchment brought from Mrs. Paris's house, the parchment with the evil spell written on it.

Next, there should be an investigation within the church, and that has nothing to do with Xifa.

He returned to his mansion on the Golden Champagne Avenue in a happy and relaxed mood, climbed over the wall from the back garden, and under the cover of trees and houses, entered through the window silently and returned to his room.

As soon as it fell to the ground, Xifa smelled an imperceptible stench. He suddenly remembered the hunting in the mountains that day, and the strange thing with black bristles on its lips and chin.

A thought came to mind.

The monster is here, in his room! Could it be that it tracked itself that night, and it came to take revenge?

Xifa stood up calmly, without any abnormal performance, he walked towards the closet naturally, even humming a little tune in his mouth.

During this process, Xifa tried his best to distinguish the smell and judge the location of that Dong XZ.

The monster didn't make a move until he opened the closet. It seemed that it was looking for the right moment, waiting for Sifa to relax.

Xifa put the long windbreaker, golden revolver, and black iron mask into the dark compartment one by one. Then he took out the snake-scale revolver, and used the cabinet door to block his sight.

With a normal heartbeat and natural breathing, he moved his arm slightly, pressed the muzzle of the snake-scale revolver against the cabinet door, and pointed in the direction of the monster.

Squeeze the trigger!