I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

　　 "Doug was bitten by a stray dog ​​when he was young. He still has scars on his legs and hands. So he doesn't keep dogs, and he doesn't let members of the gang raise them because he is afraid."

　　 Listening to the bartender's words, Sifa leaned back slightly: "It seems that I will see him later, can I prepare a dog?"

　　 Sanchi shrugged his shoulders without comment, and continued: "Doug joined the gang in his youth, and he was the leader of that gang ten years ago."

　　 "Perhaps because of his longing for the upper class, he began to wear formal clothes and bow ties. He also asked the members to wear bow ties. That’s how the black tie came from."

"He is engaged in all kinds of illegal transactions. He is notoriously cruel when it comes to fighting opponents. For one thing, Doug once chopped up an opponent and threw it into the sea to feed fish. In short, he was a man. A guy that even the police don't want to provoke."

　　At this time, another bartender entered the bar and whispered to Sanchi. The latter nodded and looked at Xifa: "He is here."

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

　　 Sifa walked in calmly and looked at the room. The light in the room is not bright, and there is a short, fat man in formal clothes sitting on a sofa.

　　 He is wearing a black tie, biting a cigar in his mouth, and a young girl is next to him. The woman dressed as a demon is carrying 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, their expressions solemn, like statues.

　　 At this moment, the bald-headed bearded man stretched out his hand and said, "Please hand over the pistol."

　　 Xifa, wearing a black iron mask, glanced at him casually: "That's impossible. The gun is the life of the hunter. I won't give my life to other people."

　　 The corners of the bearded mouth raised: "That's not your responsibility."

　　 He stretched his hand into the Xifa long windbreaker, trying to forcibly grab the gun.

　　 Xifa first caught his hand, and then tripped. The bearded man lost his balance and knelt on one knee. When Xifa pressed his head with his other hand, he hit the wooden board, and he was dizzy.

　　 The two big men in formal suits immediately put their hands in their arms behind the sofa, and each took out a left gun, before they had time to point at Xifa. Just heard two gunshots in the room, the revolvers in their hands vibrated violently, and they flew out.

　　 The golden pistol moved, and pointed at the man sitting on the sofa amidst the screams of the companion girl. In a calm and nonchalant tone, Xifa said, "End the trial, Mr. Doug."

　　 The pistol turned two times beautifully, and Sefa took it back into his armpit holster, took off his hat, and sat down on the sofa on the other side.

　　 The short and fat man burst into laughter and clapped vigorously: "Yes, you deserve to be the best hunter in town. Your skill is completely worthy of such an evaluation."

　　 Xifa raised his legs and leaned against the side with the armrest slightly: "Since you think I am qualified, then I think I can talk about the task now."

"No problem." Doug spread out his hands and said, "The task is very simple. I need you to meet at White Beach at around 11 o'clock in the evening the next night. At that time, I need to receive some goods. Just make sure that I and the "goods" are safe. Leave, Mr. Duke, I am willing to pay you 300 pounds."

　　 "If there is an accident during the period, I will increase your remuneration according to the difficulty of the incident. After seeing your skills just now, I can promise that the additional remuneration will not be less than 200 pounds at least."

　　 Xifa said directly: "You are very generous, but Mr. Doug, mind telling me, what kind of ‘goods’ are those? I need to evaluate the difficulty of the task in order to confirm whether it matches the rewards I get."

　　Doug laughed dryly: "Let's do it, I will raise the reward for the task to 500 pounds. As for what it is, don't ask."

　　Sifah’s eyes flashed with a smile: "Maybe you don’t know me well, I don’t lack money, I am more interested in the task. If the task is not attractive enough, I will lack motivation."

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

　　Doug was silent. He was smoking a cigar, expelling puffs of white smoke, looking at Sifa in the lingering smoke.

After a while, he took off his cigar: "You have a personality, okay, Mr. Duke. I can reveal that those goods are people, some people who come to our Rouen from Dongbailang to seek opportunities. And I am willing to do it for you. They provide opportunities."

　　 is actually a human?

　　 This is, human trafficking? Sure enough, it seemed like a gang did!

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

　　 "Of course not." Sifa responded with a smile.

　　 But I reported you to the Church of St. Witt, because I am not sure whether the police station is in the same situation with you... Sifa added in his heart.

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

　　 Xifa did not respond this time, did not shake hands with him, pressed his hat on his head, and said, "See you the next night."

　　 After leaving the tavern, Sifa found a kid on the street who sold fruits~www.NovelMTL.com~ and bought his fruits at a premium. Then give him an envelope and ask him to throw it into the St. Witt's Church.

　　 He witnessed the whole process in a corner near the memorial square, confirmed that a priest was chasing it out with the envelope, then opened the envelope, saw the contents inside, and returned with the existing color change.

　　 In that envelope, there is the parchment from the old lady Paris’s house, the parchment with the evil spell written on it.

　　 Next, there should be an investigation within the church, and that’s not about Kansai law.

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

As soon as 　　 fell to the ground, Xifa smelled a fishy smell that was hard to detect. He suddenly remembered the hunting incident that day, and the strange thing with black bristles on his lips and chin.

　　 A thought came to my heart.

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

　　 Xifa stood up quietly, without any abnormal behavior, he walked to the closet naturally, even humming a little tune in his mouth.

　　 In this process, Xifa tried to distinguish the smell and figure out where the thing was hiding.

　　 Until he opened the closet, the monster hadn't done anything yet. It seemed that it was looking for the right time, while waiting for Xifa to relax.

　　 Xifa put the long windbreaker, golden revolver, and black iron mask one by one into the secret grid. Then he took out the snake scale revolver, and blocked his sight with the cabinet door.

　　 His heartbeat was normal, his breathing was natural, and he moved his arm slightly, pressing the muzzle of the snake scale revolver on the cabinet door, pointing in the direction of the monster.

　　 Pull the trigger suddenly!