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

For example, Elio already knew the complete future when the book was first published, but in his memory, Morion did not possess the power of the Radiant Stone Magic and the abilities of the Monster.

Each synchronization of Morion leads to the creation of countless futures.

So it's like a new anime series that updates daily, except that sometimes there are big updates, and sometimes it's just some daily updates.

Chapter 107 The Insect Is Not Seen

“Hey buddy.” Sambo sat down next to Moraine in a very familiar manner, extended his hand and shook hands with Moraine. “Let’s get acquainted. I’m poor old Sambo, a masked fool whose mask has been stolen.”

"Are you picking me?" Hanabi looked up at Sangbo.

"Oh dear, how could that be?" Sambo immediately put on a fawning smile.

He clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.

"Please give me back my mask."

"Old Sambo would do anything for the mask."

"Please, Lady Hanabi, this is a once-in-a-lifetime request."

Seeing Sambo's expression, Hanabi rested her chin on her hand.

"Why should I help you?" she asked with a smile. "I find it more amusing to see you so anxious now."

"You can't do this, Hanabi-sama! Didn't we agree to be the Masked Fools for life?" Sambo immediately said with a mournful face.

Moraine blinked, finding the interaction between the two masked fools quite amusing.

He remembered that Sambo's mask was in the tavern's cellar, in the third barrel on the left.

Morion's eyes darted around as he began to consider whether he should snatch the deal away beforehand.

But then I thought better of it.

Forget it, this is what they're going to use to save the world.

Anyway, even if he gets that mask, he might not be able to use it. It's better not to harm an entire planet because of his own curiosity.

“However, it’s not impossible to get a mask.” Hanabi picked up her glass and took a sip.

Sambo's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, that's wonderful."

"Do I have to show my belly when I ask someone for a favor? I know the rules."

Hanabi didn't follow up on Sambo's words and directly stated her own conditions.

"I need you to do something for me."

"After it's all done, I'll tell you where your mask is hidden."

"How about it?"

Sambo hesitated and thought for a moment.

"Okay, but I'm not sure I can do it."

Hanabi smiled and nodded.

"You can definitely do it."

"But Sambo... after all this time, why did you suddenly decide to take back the mask? This isn't like the Sambo I know." Hanabi looked at Sambo with a teasing smile.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it,” Sangbo laughed and joked. “Sometimes, I still miss the me when I still had that mask.”

But Hanabi clearly didn't believe his explanation.

She looked at Sangbo with a half-smile.

"Let me guess, the great calamity of Yalilo-VI is coming, isn't it?"

Sambo's eyes flickered slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Well, I can't comment."

Moraine was puzzled.

Why did they suddenly start talking about impending catastrophes on other planets next to me?

He touched the mask hanging on his side and came to a conclusion.

Are these two impersonating me? Do they want to see my reaction?

Sambo continued speaking.

"However, I really like something you said."

He paused.

"The show is about to begin, and those who don't make it onto the stage will have to retreat to the background."

“I’ve always thought this makes a lot of sense.”

“Occasionally, I, Old Sambo, also want to go on stage and make a fool of myself.”

"If you run out of ideas, remember to contact me." Hanabi turned around. "I value friendship very much."

"Forget it, just staying away from Belloberg is already a huge help to me." Sambo didn't seem grateful at all.

"After all, Sambo can't really compliment the kind of 'pleasure' that Miss Hanabi seeks."

Sambo looked at the bartender.

"Give me a special cocktail, something that won't put me at ease."

“Okay,” the bartender nodded, “then I’ll trade you your jokes.”

"joke……"

Sambo shook his head.

“Since losing his mask, Sambo hasn’t been able to think of a funny joke for a long time.”

“Yes, Young Master Sangbo hasn’t smiled in ten years.” Hanabi wiped away her tears in agreement.

She didn't know when she conjured up a butler's uniform for herself.

"How about this, I'll tell you a story, and you can exchange the story for a drink, how about that?"

"Oh? What's the story?" the bartender asked with interest.

"How about a story about pioneers saving the icy world?" Sambo asked with a smile.

“Sure,” the bartender replied with a smile, “but what kind of drinks you can get depends on how good your story is.”

"If I'm not satisfied, you'll only get to drink plain water."

“That’s for sure,” Sambo smiled and nodded, “I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

Then, Sambo began to recount the story of the Trail Blazers.

Morion listened from the side, then casually picked up the glass the bartender had placed in front of him and took a sip.

The taste was rather ordinary; it wasn't Morion's preferred flavor.

It tastes no different from regular wine, but it inexplicably evokes emotions.

The taste was slightly bitter and somewhat pungent at first, followed by a pleasant aftertaste that briefly brought Morion some joy, but after that it became completely bland.

It was alright, but I didn't find it particularly delicious.

However, it's also possible that Moraine simply doesn't enjoy drinking.

“This is a ‘Hell’s Joke’,” the bartender explained to Moraine during a break in the story. “These days, most of the jokes in pubs are like this, and the drinks they make don’t taste as good as they used to be.”

“Is that so? That’s a real shame.” Morion nodded.

Moths in the surrounding picture frames are curiously looking this way.

The bartender glanced at it and offered a reminder:

"Minors are prohibited from drinking Hell Jokes."

“Okay.” Morion nodded.

He also didn't want his children to go astray.

But what surprised him most was that this "alcohol" actually had an effect on him.

If he didn't deliberately use his life force to protect his brain, he might actually get drunk.

Sambo finished telling his story quickly.

According to Sambo, the Trail Blazers were a brave, calm, handsome, beautiful, elegant, and resourceful young woman.

The girl, the pioneer of this world is "Star".

but……

Is this still talking about stars?

Moraine finally understood why Hanabi later complained to the Trail Blazers, "How much water did Sambo add to the story of Ariello-VI?"

Having received his glass of wine, Sambo turned and began chatting with Morion.

Sambo is very outgoing, and Moraine is also quite extroverted.

The two quickly struck up a conversation with him and became good friends.

"There are still two days until the start of the Harmony Festival. In the next few days, Old Sambo can take you around Pinocchio. How about it?" Sambo said enthusiastically.

“Okay.” Morion accepted his offer.

Two days.

He remembered that the Trail Blazers arrived the day before the start of the Harmony Ceremony.

That means tomorrow.

Sambo continued his enthusiastic introduction.

"You won't feel tired most of the time here."

"Well... rather, here, fatigue is an experience that you have to pay money to buy."