I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

'Sophie Toilet Paper: It's rare to see a fan of this Lord of Mysteries. Here I give a little suggestion, the development of the times, and the changes of things. Don't be obsessed with the 22 paths of the original book. As the protagonist, you must have the protagonist's Yazi, and you must create a path that belongs to the protagonist and conforms to the protagonist's identity. Only in this way can you be worthy of the protagonist's identity and believe that the protagonist has that talent.

For example, if it is me, the path I created is the Poor God Sequence’

This is serious nonsense. Sifer felt the muscles in his cheeks twitching slightly.

'Melancholy pancake: If you choose the hunter path, Sequence 7 should be ready to choose a little partner, otherwise************'

Hunter path, Sequence 7 has to choose a small partner? Why?

The watcher should have explained the reason later, but unfortunately the information was blocked.

After reading the watcher's message, Xifa picked up the quill on the 'Book of Mysteries' and scratched out the writing on the previous message board.

The message board was quickly emptied, and after a little thought, Xifa wrote a paragraph.

‘Knowledgeable watchers, I hope to get information about the history of the Abraham family and the Tudor Empire. I believe you will be able to give an accurate and positive reply. My heartfelt thanks to every watcher who has helped, thank you. '

After writing this text, Sifa felt that his spirituality was rapidly diminishing, causing a tingling pain in his head. He quickly dismissed the summoning, and saw the time on the pocket watch turn again, the dust continued to drift in the sunlight, and everything returned to the normal track.

Xifa rubbed his brows, he now knew why he felt mentally exhausted every time he summoned the 'Book of Mysteries'.

Whether it's reading messages in books or writing messages on message boards, it consumes his spirituality.

Judging from the knowledge authority on the cover, maybe the authority will be increased in the future, and reading more secret information will consume more spirituality.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. He shook his head and said to himself, Unfortunately, for some reason, my mother doesn't want to mention that family, or even the history of the Tudor Empire.

Otherwise, I don't have to waste a message board use.

He opened the closet, changed into formal clothes, and walked out of the bedroom.

Today's occult course ended at ten o'clock in the morning. Anilu opened the wooden door with symbols engraved on it, and said with a smile: You have basically mastered the Hermes language. There are some books in this room. If you are free, You can take it and have a look, it will be helpful for you to study mysteries.

You can take a rest these two days. Next Monday, I will start teaching you ritual magic and making talismans.

Okay, you are free to move around, I have to find your father, we won't come back for lunch at noon.

It sounded like a date, Xifa smiled and said: Have fun, Mom.

As soon as her mother left, Holly Belle also left in a hurry, as if rushing to do something.

Could it be that she also has an appointment? Speaking of which, she is already sixteen years old, and it is normal to have a date at this age. Xifa let go of his thoughts, and picked a copy of The Myth of Creation in his mother's cabin, and was going to go back to his room to read.

In the corridor, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps, smelled the girl's faint fragrance, and then called him with a somewhat anxious voice.

Mr. Sifer, please wait a moment.

Sifa turned her head, and it turned out that it was her sister's personal maid, Arya, who was young but had big breasts.

From the end of the day to noon, Qingyu Road was already very noisy. There are street vendors selling pan-fried fish, oyster soup, and Dixie pies everywhere. The sound of their hawking echoes on the road and alleys, attracting the attention of passers-by.

A newsboy in a peaked cap, pulled down very low, trots across the gravel pavement, occasionally dodging the dirty water poured directly from the door, past the old and patched bums , Turned into a dark and damp alley.

No. 78. No. 78, here.

The newsboy found a small building and got in. The air in the corridor was mixed with various smells, such as urine, sweat, musty and burning wood. They were mixed together, and the newsboy couldn't help covering it with his hands. nose.

She found a closed door, looked around, and then pressed her hand against the wall by the door.

The wall suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, and the light formed a vague door with no sense of substance. The newsboy leaned forward slightly, as if he was about to go through the door.

Suddenly.

Someone in the shadow of the aisle said, Is this the extraordinary ability of the apprentice?

The newsboy shuddered: Who!

Then, a figure was quickly outlined, and walked into the sunlight cast from the window into the corridor.

The short black hair was gently blown by the breeze blowing from the window, a faint smile flickered in the dark blue eyes, and on the face with deep and sharp lines, there was a faint scar under the left eye like a tear stain.

The young man in formal attire, carrying a cane, and wearing a top hat is incompatible with the gloomy environment here.

The newsboy relaxed: Sifa? Why are you here?

Of course I'm here to look for you. Arya is very worried about you, my dear sister. Sifer turned his cane and walked forward, looking at the illusory doorway, However, let's go in and talk, unless you I want to be seen by people.

Ladies first. Sifa stopped in front of the gate, raised her arms, and signaled with a smile.

Harri Bell, who was disguised as a newsboy, lowered her head and got into the gate, and Sifa followed behind her, feeling as if she had passed through a water curtain and was already standing in a small room.

The blurry door disappeared, and Harri Belle took off her peaked cap, letting her brilliant blond hair cascade down like a waterfall. She looked at her brother with her hips akimbo: Is it Arya who told you that I'm here?

Xifa looked around and said: Isn't this obvious? It turns out that Arya's mother is missing, no wonder she seemed to cry two days ago.

But I really didn't expect that you would come to help her with the investigation. It seems that you care about her.

Harri Bell snorted and said, I'm just interested in this matter, and I heard that several people have gone missing on Qingyi Road recently.

There are workers, there are homeless people, there are people like Aaliyah's mother who live alone.

Not honest at all, sister. Xifa suddenly twitched her nose and smelled some faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

The fault was not his 'hunter''s keen sense of smell, otherwise, it would be difficult for others to detect it.

It's a relaxing smell, a little sweet and greasy, well, it seems to be the smell of moon flowers.

Thank you Shan Hai Man Man and Faceless Man for their rewards