I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Another night.

In the East District, in a two-bedroom rental room, Klein took out a pocket watch with a gold shell, opened it and glanced at it.

Tonight he made an appointment with Miss Sharon and Maric to meet in an unoccupied house.

Klein is collecting the blood of 22 Path Beyonders.

Originally, he thought of summoning the projection of 'Admiral Blood' from the historical pores to collect blood, but even if he could collect blood, because it was a projection, the blood would disappear when he disappeared.

Therefore, Klein dismissed the idea of ​​being lazy, and contacted Miss Sharon, who was also in the Path of the Bound, and wanted to get the corresponding blood from her.

at this time.

In the rental house, Klein raised his right hand and grabbed the air in front of him.

In an instant, there was a key in his palm. This simple-shaped brass key once helped him defeat the 'Wraith' Steve, prevented the 'True Creator' from coming, and allowed people to hear Mr. 'Door' on the night of the full moon The raving 'master key'!

Through these days of exploration, Klein found another application of the ability of the ‘Ancient Scholar’.

He can call the items that he once owned and used, whether they are finally sold, returned or destroyed, they can be summoned from the historical pores.

Like the current 'master key', Klein can maintain it for about ten minutes.

Putting away the 'master key', he put on a silk top hat, put on a double-breasted woolen coat, picked up a gold-studded walking stick, and walked out of the room.

When Klein passed the entrance of a tavern, he was suddenly inspired and looked up.

He saw a young gentleman with his top hat pulled down and a long coat wrapped tightly.

The gentleman trotted past.

This is an ordinary-looking man, but Klein knows that he is a Beyonder.

And, it is the 'Hunter' of Sequence 9.

He has an aura similar to that of a 'chariot', but it is far from the character of a 'chariot'.

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly.

Without stopping, he left the East End.

......

A 'Hunter' projection belonging to Western France was wandering back in the Eastern District, and he passed by those taverns, hotels, apartment buildings and other places that might have left 'passwords'.

Just like now, this projection passed a gentleman, and then stopped briefly at the sign in front of the tavern.

There was a newly engraved symbol on the sign.

He wrote down the symbol and left in a hurry.

It didn't take long for Xifa, who was located in an abandoned factory in the East District, to write symbols one by one on a notepad that was spread out, and then combined them according to a specific arrangement to form a code word.

‘Night of the 25th, on the outskirts of the East Side, New Community Cemetery. ’

Seeing this line of information, Sifa sighed.

"Are we finally going to negotiate?"

"Looks like the witches are ready."

Thinking of this, Xifa snorted. He first found a cracked mirror in the factory.

He moved the mirror to the open space, and after placing it, he took out the copper whistle and summoned the 'spiritual treasure chest', and took out the dark and sticky objects that could be linked to the witch Triss, like a lake.

Next, Xifa released the projection of 'Dean Wengris'.

After the projection appeared, Sifa did not immediately let him contact Triss.

He first left the abandoned factory and let Mr. X take him to another place, and then through the connection with the 'soldier', the projection of Dean Wengris became agile, like a real person with flesh and blood.

Sifa remotely controlled the projection, allowing him to separate out a small piece of those sticky things and apply it to the surface of the mirror.

Soon, the cracked mirror became dark, and there seemed to be a dark, illusory, unreal passage in it.

Then, in a long black dress, a pale-skinned girl with a fairer face appeared in the mirror.

Like a female ghost in folklore, she looked at the hunter demigod outside the mirror with a seductive smile: "You finally contacted me."

"I almost thought you forgot about me."

Her last words were a little sad and pitiful, making people feel the urge to hold her in their arms.

This is the temptation of the witch.

Dean Wengris snorted: "Do you want to sleep with me?"

"I think it's fine."

"As long as I think that you witches were once men, I really don't have any appetite."

"I really don't know if the men who slept with you, if they knew the truth, would they be so disgusted that they wanted to commit suicide?"

Triss's expression did not change as she said, "Should we be collaborators?"

"So it's good for you to hurt me with words?"

Dean Wingris said forcefully: "No, we are not collaborators."

"If we want to kill you, we can do it anytime."

"Even if we sell you to the Witch Sect, we can get enough benefits."

"I'm not doing this now because the Witch Sect doesn't offer enough benefits."

"So, you are our partner."

"Cooperate with us and get what we want."

"Then we will also help you, as we agreed before."

"Hopefully you can figure this out and put yourself in the right position."

"If you don't want to tempt me or try to hit me, don't worry, I won't speak ill of me."

"It's not only the Loen people who have a gentleman's demeanor, what do you think?"

The witch Triss showed an innocent smile and responded sweetly: "Okay, I see, Mr. Dean."

"I'll take control of myself."

"So, is there any good news?"

Dean Wengris smiled relaxedly and said, "The Witch Cult has determined that on the night of the 25th, they will negotiate with us at the new community cemetery on the outskirts of the Eastern District."

"You will be an important 'chip'."

The witch Triss showed a heart-pounding smile in the mirror~www.readwn.com~ Then she quickly restrained herself: "Sorry, I got excited for a while."

"Then, you should know that this is a trap, right?"

"It must be a trap."

"The other party will also know that we know this is a trap."

Dean Wengris spread his hands and said: "The problem is that they are not afraid of us knowing, because they have what we want in their hands."

"So even if it's a trap, we'll step in it, then destroy the trap and get what we want from them."

The witch Triss said with intoxicated eyes: "It's very strong and charming, I'm almost in love with you."

"However, it's just your own words. You shouldn't have the confidence to say such a thing, right?"

"So, your angel has arrived in Backlund?"

The hunter demigod nodded slightly, with a frenzied expression on his face, and spread his hands as if praising the god: "Yes, the great His Royal Highness Don Quixote has come to Backlund, and she will lead us to the final victory. !"

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