I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

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Fania Street 49, North District of Tingen.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining, Xifa, wearing a formal suit and a top hat, stood in front of the porch and pulled the rattle by the door.

According to his own plan, after having lunch, he took a short while, and at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, he set off and came here to visit Jane Britney's grandson, Mr. Hardy Brook.

He rang the bell three times, and Sifa stepped back two steps with a smile on his face.

He intends to continue to use his identity as a reporter to make a report related to "Black Stars" as the starting point to see if he can get any useful information in the old man's mouth.

It would be better if he could get Mr. Hardy's hair or even blood. He could use these things to do a strange version of DNA test, that is, fortune telling!

Whether there is a relationship between Mr. Hadi and Mania, of course, you have to seek the help of a real fortuneteller, such as Cavan.

Anyway, he himself has no confidence.

One minute passed quickly, however, the door didn't mean to open.

Xifa frowned slightly. Isn't Mr. Hardy still taking a nap? While he was hesitating whether to continue waiting or leave temporarily, the door of a house next door opened, and an old lady came out and opened the mailbox.

Seeing Xifa, she looked curiously, and then asked: "Young man, are you looking for Hardy?"

"Yes, ma'am, I have already rang the bell, but Mr. Hardy seems to be taking a nap."

The old lady curled her lips: "Take a nap? Ha, if Hardy can take a nap, then I will praise the goddess."

Having said this, the old lady habitually clicked on her chest four times, and then said: "The old man Hardy has too much energy. Since the death of his wife, he has been like a wild horse without a rein. No one can hold him back."

"At this time, he should be going to Red Moon Street and selling his dixie cakes near the church."

Xifa couldn't speak for a while, this old gentleman couldn't get off his time and used his remaining heat?

"Okay, thank you for telling me all this. Have a good afternoon, madam." Sifa pressed his hat and said politely.

Coming to Red Moon Street and seeing the beautiful white square in front of St. Selena’s Church, Sifa took a breath and walked forward.

He was trying to find someone to find out where there is a dice pies selling nearby, and a smell floated in the air. It is a mixture of wheat, meat, and fruity aromas, which are unique to the aroma of food.

Even after having just eaten lunch, Sifa also smelled his index finger violently, and the picture of Dixie's pie was already sketched in his mind.

Following the fragrance wafting in the air, Xifa soon found a small shop near the square.

"Hadi's pie shop." Seeing the shop's sign, Sifa couldn't help but smile, "It's really a simple name."

The business of the small shop seems to be pretty good. Although it is not up to the prosperous level, one or two guests will walk in every few minutes.

The small shop is not big and there is almost no place for people to stay, so customers just leave after buying food.

Moreover, there are no employees in the small shop, so there is a food rack with only two things on it.

Dixi pie and sweet ice tea.

They were obviously divided into two rows, and the guests came to pick them up, and then put different amounts of coins into the cash box on one side.

The least is a quarter of a penny, and the most is only one or two pennies.

Behind the shop, there is an open small kitchen. Inside, there is an old man wearing a chef's hat invented by Emperor Roselle and wearing an apron, making pies.

He chopped up large pieces of fat, mixed with fat and thin, and then added oil and salt to stir.

He doesn't look at the food rack at all, and regardless of whether the guests consciously put in coins, he only concentrates on making pies.

Xifa had to stand aside and wait. After a while, the old man placed a new batch of baked pies on the shelf, then his serious expression became lax, and he gently beat his shoulder to reveal his old state.

At this time, the old man discovered West France.

Xifa took off his hat and smiled: "Mr. Hardy?"

"Huh?" The old man ignored Xifa, poured himself a cup of coffee ground in the morning, pulled the only chair in the shop, and sat down.

Xifa had to clenched a fist and coughed and said, "Mr. Hardy, I'm a reporter."

Hardy Bruce looked up at him: "Want to eat pie?"

Thinking...Sifa heard his sincere heartfelt voice, swallowed, and smiled: "Mr. Hardy, I'm doing a report on'Black Stars'. Have you heard of'Black Stars'?"

Upon hearing the "Black Star", the old man's expression changed obviously, but then he still asked mechanically: "Want to eat pie?"

Boy, this means I won’t do an interview if I don’t buy a pie?

Xifa had to stand up, came to the food rack, and asked: "How much do I have to pay for a pie and a cup of sweet iced tea?"

"Whatever." Hardy took out a cigarette case, picked up a cigarette from it, touched his pocket, and asked, "Do you have a match?"

After lighting a cigarette for the old man, Sifa took a pie and a cup of sweet iced tea, and then dropped the only 1 Sole note in the cash box next to him.

When he returned to the old man, he was about to speak, and saw Hardy staring at him with straight eyes, and then said: "The pie must be hot to make it delicious."

Okay, listen to you.

Sefa picked up the pie and took a bite. Originally, he thought that the old man’s cake was sold in such a "Buddha style", and it was probably not very tasty. I didn't expect to bite it down, I only felt a mouth full of meat, the plump thick juice soaked the cake crust, and it didn't feel dry at all.

Moreover, the meat filling tastes very good, the saltiness is moderate, and the apple is sprinkled inside, the slightly sour and sweet fruit, which makes the pie taste not greasy.

Drink another sip of sweet iced tea, giving Xifa a kind of feeling of returning to his previous life, with a coke in one hand and a hamburger in the other.

In a blink of an eye, the pie and sweet iced tea were all finished, Xifa burped and felt that supper was not necessary.

"How does it taste?" Hardy had almost finished smoking a cigarette.

"It's great, even better than the pie I ate at Dixi." Sifa did not hesitate to praise his words.

The old man's serious face gradually sketched a smile: "Yes, Galley said the same for the first time I ate the pie I made by myself. Oh, she is my wife."

"Unfortunately, I never hear her compliments anymore."

There was a pause ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hardy threw away his cigarette **** and said, "Where do you come from and how do you know the "Black Star"?"

Xifa hurriedly put out his prepared words: "I am from Backlund. I have a writer friend. He is creating a novel using the "Black Star" as the material."

"He and I accidentally discussed this legendary sailing ship. After I returned to the newspaper, I was inspired to make a special report."

"I have investigated this sailing ship and I know that Ms. Jane Britney was once a passenger on this ship, and she is your grandmother."

Hardy chuckled: "Your news is so good, it's hard for you to find it here. "Black Star", how long have I not heard the name, it should have been decades."

"You know, it is the most mysterious ‘story’ throughout my childhood."

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