I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

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When he walked out of Glad's room, Sefa heard Richard's voice: "When I was in Tingen, I really didn't see it, you are so rich."

Seeing that there was no one around, Xifa lowered his voice and smiled: "I want to say, you are already at sea, why are you still very poor?"

Richard coughed dryly; "I know what you are referring to. Of course, pirates are like gold coins that move around. But you must understand that I am an artist and a musician."

"Intersections with those rude guys will affect my inspiration, and I don't want to let my music smell like copper."

Xifa nodded imperceptibly and said, "You are a real artist."

"certainly."

But after a while, Richard said: "Wait, how do you sound like you are laughing at me."

"I do not have."

Xifa quickly changed the subject: "Can you help me figure out the details of those people, you have been observing for two days, and you should know how to find them."

"I don't ask you to participate in the hunt, but I hope you can help me gather information, for example, what magical items they have on hand."

Richard was silent for a moment: "Duke, if I accept your commission in the future, I will definitely add some additional terms and indicate the scope of my service. If it exceeds the scope, I will charge for it!"

"must!"

Xifa chuckled lightly: "I'll talk about it later."

This time, Richard did not respond.

he's gone.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening. In the kitchen of the restaurant on the ship, a tall chef took off the chef hat invented by Roselle, and he was ready to leave after finishing his work day.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"go to bed early."

After greeting the other chefs, the tall chef opened his neckline and took out a bottle of rum from under the desk and drank as he walked.

He came to a warehouse in the ship, looked around, and saw no one, then knocked.

After a while, the door opened, and inside was a very cold-looking man.

"came back?"

The cold-looking man walked back: "Close the door smoothly."

The chef agreed, got in with his head short, and then pulled his hand and the door slammed shut.

Another voice in the warehouse said, "Take it lightly, don't let people discover it."

In the depths of the warehouse, a gas lamp was lit, and several sets of clothes were thrown on the floor. There are men, women, crews, and cleaners.

Beside these clothes, a brown-haired man with brown eyes, some men of Southern Continent descent, was folding these clothes and placing them neatly.

"Chard, how long will I stay in that kitchen? I am a soldier, not a chef!"

The tall man who had just returned from the kitchen, raised his head and took a sip of rum, and sat down.

It was Child who set up the game to hunt West France and smiled: "Patience for another day, I already have a plan, but I need to refine the details, and some situations need to be reconfirmed."

Child took out a notebook and said: "Through observations today and last night, I found that Mr. Reilly is a man with a regular schedule. He will leave the room at 8:30 in the morning and spend about an hour after eating. I'll go to rest on the deck."

"Go back to the room at 10:30, have a meal at 12 noon, I probably have a nap in the afternoon, I will go fishing on the boat after 3:30, then have a meal at 7 in the evening, and then I will return to my room... ."

"In addition, he is a nosy person, and he stopped a domestic violence incident last night."

Dahan Shandi said: "What does this mean to us?"

The'physician' who was reading said coldly: "It is of great significance and regular work and rest. Using this, we can arrange the time and place for hunting."

"Nosy, we can get him on the hook."

Childe nodded and said, "Yes, all the work I have done in the past two days is to prepare for hunting."

Sandy patted his chest and said, "I can help you, as long as you don't let me stay in the kitchen anyway."

Child smiled.

The doctor said coldly: "Your physical characteristics are too obvious. As long as you show up once, the hunter will definitely remember you. That's why Chard arranged for you in the galley. Line of sight, and a place where boat passengers won’t show up."

"Be patient, Sandy." Chard said, "I will observe another day tomorrow, and then I can confirm the details of the hunting plan."

Sandy stood up, picked up the bottle and said, "I'll go for a walk."

It was late at night, and the passengers on board had already fallen asleep. At this time, there were not a few people on board, and Chard did not stop him. And he also knew that if this big guy stayed in the kitchen for a day, he would go crazy if he didn't let him breathe.

Sandy came to the deck, leaned on the side of the ship, and drank alone.

At this time, he heard a solo violin, the melodious music under the quiet moonlight, there was an indescribable magic, which made Shandi seem to remember his hometown and remember some things he almost forgot.

He was immersed in the music and even forgot to drink, until the last note disappeared, he woke up like a dream.

"Can I have a sip?"

When a voice sounded, Sandy turned around and saw a man standing by with a violin, looking at the rum in his hand.

Sandy threw the bottle to him: "Your violin is great."

The man in a half-top hat and formal suit took the bottle and responded with a smile, "Thank you."

He took a sip and said, "Can't you sleep?"

Sandy sat down cross-legged: "Something is bothering me."

The man playing the violin smiled faintly: "When everyone is upset, I often get upset for composing music."

He took out an iron cigarette case and took out a cigarette from it: "Come on?"

Sandy chuckled and said, "Why not?"

After a while, Sandy breathed out a smoke ring: "Sometimes I wonder if it would be a better choice to escape from my current job and go back to my hometown."

The violinist chuckled and said, "It sounds like you are dissatisfied with your current job."

"I can't say dissatisfaction, after all, being able to work with friends is also a happy thing. It's just that Child likes everything is arranged in an orderly manner, and I am the type that has to do anything. , I don’t like his arrangement..."

Sandy screamed ~www.readwn.com~ and added: "Chard is my friend."

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this sentence.

"I don't like the kind of life where everything must be arranged and everything must be done step by step." The violinist shrugged his shoulders. Is there anything more boring than this?"

Sandy laughed and said, "I think so too, but Child is very good. He has never made a mistake in his arrangement, just like this time."

The violinist said ‘oh’, "This time?"

"Is there anything special this time?"

There was a harmless smile on the violinist's face, as if an old friend asked casually.

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