Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

"Remember this: the main ingredients are six crystal feathers from a Blue Shadow Falcon and a pair of eyes from a Longan Sea Eagle."

"Supporting materials: 500 ml of high-purity liquor, one bone of Blue Shadow, two feathers of Longan Sea Eagle, 30 ml of rainwater that has not yet touched the ground, and a wisp of wind when the sun illuminates the horizon but has not yet appeared."

Alger nodded, turned his head without changing his expression, and spoke to the other crew member next to him who was holding a pen and paper.

"Write this down: main ingredients: pituitary gland of a black-scaled shark, and the heart of a raging white dolphin."

"Auxiliary materials: 500 ml of strong liquor, one fin of a black-scaled shark, 100 ml of blood from a raging white dolphin, one branch of blue star coral, and one piece of crystal."

The crew took the paper with the formula written on it to be tested, while Alger extended his right hand, holding a cloth bag, to Morion on the other side.

"You can check it out too."

The ghost ship beneath him began to move sideways toward the Clover, defying all the laws of physics.

The distance between the two sides grew closer and closer until Morion was within reach.

"Thank you."

Moraine reached out and took the bag, opened it, glanced at it, and checked it.

Great, everything he wanted is in there.

And the weight is wrong.

At the very bottom of the bag was a small pocket, inside which was hidden Alger's thousand pounds.

They were all 100 gold pounds, each worth 10.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other without saying a word.

At this moment, the crew members who went to conduct the identification also returned.

He was holding a bulging wallet with 50 £10 notes inside.

“It was a very pleasant deal with you, and I hope there will be another opportunity like this next time.” Alger extended his hand and shook hands with Morion.

“Me too.” Morien smiled and shook hands with Alger.

“I hope you can find your own way to verify this,” Alger said. “After all, there are plenty of scammers at sea.”

“It’s alright, I trust you,” Moraine replied with a smile. “I trust you won’t lie to me, Mr. Hanged Man.”

After saying that, he withdrew his hand, took the wallet, nodded to the crew member, and then turned and left, entering the cabin of the Clover.

Alger was left standing there, his posture somewhat stiff, slowly withdrawing his hand.

…………

Inside a room on the Clover.

This is a single room with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a table.

But it's spacious enough.

This was specially prepared for him by the captain.

After returning to his cabin, Triss not only refrained from spreading rumors about Morion, but instead lavishly praised him.

When the sea monster appeared, everyone hid, and no one witnessed the entire process of Triss killing all the thugs.

All people know is that after the sea monster disappeared and the thugs were all dead, Triss and Moraine returned to the cabin one after the other.

Based on Tris's account, everyone believed that Moraine had dealt with the sea monster and Tris had dealt with the thugs.

This is indeed the case.

But where do sea monsters come from, and where do thugs come from...?

that's not important.

Moraine stood in front of the table, on which were several items.

Besides the potion ingredients, he also borrowed test tubes, balances, beakers, and other similar items.

Moraine placed the ingredients into the cup one by one in order.

When he got to the last document, he picked up a piece of paper with writing on it from the table.

This is paper that records other people's secrets.

Moraine held the paper between two fingers, shook it with a laugh, and tossed it into the beaker.

The paper, soaked in water, slowly sank.

Soon, several lines of text slowly appeared on the liquid in the cup.

First, the complete name of the Fool floated out, and then the text slowly changed.

"The Fool who doesn't belong to this era is a pauper, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog is a virgin, and the King of Yellow and Black, who holds the reins of good fortune, will lose £30 gambling in the future. The above three paragraphs describe the same person."

The words were then quickly reintegrated into the cup.

The potion-making went smoothly, and soon, a potion for the Seeker of the Nine Sequences was ready.

It was a glass of gradient liquid, the color becoming deeper and darker towards the center.

It is basically consistent with the description Morion saw in his previous life.

Morion hadn't told Alger what the potion would look like after it was fully formed. So if it matches, then the potion must be fine.

Morion picked up the cup with interest and examined it for a moment.

He lacked the ability to make accurate judgments, but fortunately, knowledge is power.

After confirming that everything was alright, he moved the mask on his face to the other side, revealing his mouth.

He brought the cup to his lips, tilted his head back, and the potion entered his mouth.

A cool, smooth sensation quickly filled his mouth, then slid down his esophagus and into his stomach.

Chapter 9 caught the attention of Mr. Fool.

Tingen, Klein's house, in the kitchen.

A young man with a scholarly appearance is cooking.

He had black hair and brown eyes, wore a beige linen shirt and an apron, was thin, had ordinary features, and a rather deep profile.

His name is Klein Moretti.

Looking at the pot in front of him, Klein opened the jar in his hand, scooped out a spoonful of lard, threw it into the pot, and then casually put the lid on.

“Alright, now it’s just simmering for 20 minutes,” Klein muttered to himself.

He was making lamb stew with tender peas.

Klein came out of the kitchen, untied the straps of his apron, and planned to sit on the sofa and rest for a while.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound and felt a crimson light flash before his eyes.

"Huh? What is that?" Klein paused, looking around in confusion.

But there was nothing around him.

At that moment, he remembered the "Tarot Club" he had established that day.

Klein intuitively felt that this might be related to the mysterious palace above the gray fog.

So, taking advantage of the spare time, he simply put down his scarf, pushed open the door to his room, casually closed and locked the door, and walked four steps in the opposite direction, reciting a passage with each step.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

The next moment, Klein felt his soul leave his body, rise rapidly, pierce through layers of insane babbling, and arrive above a gray mist.

The majestic palace stood quietly, its ancient and mottled bronze table and twenty-two high-backed chairs unchanged.

Klein appeared directly at the head of the long table, looking down at the bronze table in front of him and at the crimson stars in the gray mist.

He discovered that a deep red star was showing signs of slight contraction and expansion.

Klein looked at the star with curiosity. For him, a seasoned internet user, having a red dot right in front of him but being unable to click on it was incredibly frustrating.

So he tentatively reached out and tapped it lightly.

This time, he didn't drag it out as drastically as he had when he accidentally touched the two crimson stars representing "justice" and "the Hanged Man" before; he simply tapped them lightly.

The crimson star suddenly expanded, and through the crimson light, Klein could vaguely see a figure.

He squinted, feeling he couldn't see anything clearly, only a blurry human figure, which he judged from the general outline to be a man.

He appeared to be a tattooed man, with fluorescent tattoos all over his body.

As for something deeper, like what this person looks like or what they're doing, Klein couldn't quite make out.

Under Klein's gaze, the man appeared to raise a glass, tilt his head back, and drink what was inside.

Is this the "potion" that Mr. Hanged Man and Ms. Justice mentioned during their conversation?

Klein thought to himself.

The next moment, he noticed that the scene in the picture had changed.

He saw a pair of eyes appear in front of the man after he drank the potion.

The man seemed stunned, not reacting, and stood there blankly for several seconds.

Then, the man tore off a mask hanging on his side and slapped it towards the eyes in front of him.

…………

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Clover, Morion's room.

Morion tilted his head back, and the potion slid into his mouth like a whole block of jelly, down his throat, and into his stomach, leaving no residue on the cup.

The next instant, a strange sensation filled Morion's entire body, especially his eyes.

Moraine lowered her head, her eyes darting around as she looked at her surroundings.

He suddenly found that his surroundings had become incredibly clear in his eyes and incredibly clear in his ears.

A flood of all sorts of information rushed into my eyes, and every corner within sight was clearly visible; in my ears, faint whispers, of unknown origin and nature, drifted in and out of my ears.

Looking at the wall beside her, Morion noticed that there were many more colors on the wall.