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

I just don't know what it actually tastes like.

After taking a moment to feel it, Moraine brought the glass to her lips, looked up, and took a sip.

The first bite tasted bland, as if my taste buds were completely overwhelmed.

Then comes a slight bitterness, followed by a sweet aftertaste.

After a pause, Moraine put the glass down on the bedside table and felt her bones begin to ache and her whole body begin to feel tired.

"Wow," he exclaimed.

This feeling is slowly increasing.

So Morion adjusted his position, pulled up the blanket, lay back, and slammed his head on the pillow behind him.

Suddenly, the initial feeling of "relaxation" surged up, mixed with the feeling of "fatigue" that arose from within my body.

This feeling is even harder to describe.

"call……"

He exhaled forcefully.

"really……"

What was originally just a "comfortable" feeling becomes enjoyable after adding "tiredness".

You cannot achieve true happiness if you only experience "relaxation" without "exhaustion".

Feeling the comfortable sensation throughout his body, Morion narrowed his eyes.

He closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful dream.

Pinocone's dream will not cause you to fall into a deep sleep again, but you can empty your mind and immerse yourself in a feeling of comfort.

I don't dream, but perhaps that's another kind of "sleep".

Soon, the few hours of "sleep" passed, and the next day arrived.

Morion opened his eyes in bed, did not sit up, and went straight into the synchronization space.

…………

Only 24 hours have passed for him; other people in the synchronous space whose time flow is too slow must still be in the "synchronous circuit breaker" period.

As expected, the space contained only the enigmatic Morion.

The timeline for the mysterious Morion is slightly faster.

It takes a little over a day here in Bengti, and about two days in the Mysterious Realm. Today happens to be the banquet where Qilingus died.

However, since they had only just left a couple of days ago, there wasn't much to talk about. They exchanged a few simple words, synchronized their thoughts, and then quickly logged out of each other's spaces.

This is part of their daily routine.

We sync every day, but most of the time we can only see the same two people.

At first, when he was locked up, Morion of the Ironclad would try to find topics to chat with Morion of the Mysterious, but now that Morion of the Ironclad has been released, he is living quite happily every day, and his life in Pinocchio is even more comfortable.

In that case, we can simply check each other's information directly from our memories.

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On the other side, a mysterious world.

Inside a house with stables and a garden in Backlund, Hillston district.

The doors and windows of the room were tightly closed, and even the curtains were drawn, making the whole room appear very dark.

The man with a distinctive wide chin and dark green eyes glanced at the other unconscious man on the ground, stripped off his clothes, and put them on himself.

Immediately afterwards, he leisurely walked to the dressing mirror and saw that his reflection was covered by a faint light, and his muscles, skin and bones were undergoing strange changes.

Before long, he transformed into the man on the ground, identical in height, appearance, and demeanor.

After demonstrating a few of the other person's habitual movements, he bent down, dragged the man on the ground to the side, and stuffed him into the wardrobe.

At this moment, the man looked up thoughtfully in one direction.

That's the direction the window is facing.

At this moment, the curtains were already drawn, and not a single ray of light could get in.

But for some reason, he instinctively felt something was off and walked over.

A small butterfly was perched on the curtain, quietly resting there.

The butterfly itself is colorful, but because the light is too dim, it appears dim. Only when you get closer can you see the patterns on its back. The patterns formed by these patterns look like eyes falling on a book.

Zilingus completely ignored the butterfly, casually pulled back the curtains, and looked down through the window.

There was no one outside the window.

"It seems I was overthinking it." He closed the window again, drew the curtains, and walked back to the wardrobe.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and snapped the neck of the man in the closet with a snap.

He did all this very decisively, keeping the room's doors and windows tightly closed so that no one could see him.

He then took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, closed the wardrobe door, and combed his hair in front of the mirror.

The butterfly that had been perched on the curtain stirred, flapped its wings once, flew down from the curtain, flapped its wings twice, and landed on Zilingus's back as he passed by.

A few seconds later, Zilingus stepped out of the room, casually closed the door behind him, and said to the butler waiting outside:

"Don't let anyone into my room; there are important items inside."

“Yes, Baron.” The gray-haired butler placed his hand on his chest and bowed. “Your carriage and servants are waiting for you downstairs, and Duke Negan’s invitation is also there.”

Maintaining his baronial air, Zillinger gave a barely perceptible nod and, accompanied by his butler, arrogantly walked towards the stairwell.

Mystery 4

Chapter 109 Hurricane General Zilingus

A grand ball is being held at the Duke of Negan’s mansion in Queen Backlund.

One of the double doors was open, and a well-dressed waiter stood ramrod straight outside, waiting for the distinguished guests invited to the ball to arrive.

"Thank you for your hard work." Morion, dressed in a black tuxedo and wearing a top hat, walked up to the waiter and smiled as he handed over the invitation in an envelope.

"It's what I should do."

The waiter immediately extended his white-gloved hands, respectfully accepted the invitation, and examined it.

After verifying its authenticity, the waiter bowed, stepped aside, and handed the envelope back with both hands.

"Please come in, distinguished guest."

He made no comment on the mask hanging on Moraine's profile.

This is normal. Although this ball is not a "masked ball", there are always some dirty things among nobles that are inconvenient to show in public, so it is reasonable to carry a mask with you.

The only illogical thing is that Moraine simply hangs the mask on her face without actually covering it.

It's a bit strange that he's only wearing it halfway, but it's clearly not under the jurisdiction of a waiter.

"Thank you." Morion casually put the envelope back and stepped inside.

He received the invitation from a kind nobleman.

The nobleman was very enthusiastic. The moment he saw Morion, he recognized him as his long-lost half-brother whom he had never met before, and immediately gave him an invitation.

Upon entering the mansion, melodious tunes immediately fill the air. The first thing you see is the ballroom, a hall dedicated to dancing. Located on the ground floor, it is paved with ornate stone slabs carved with intricate patterns, and in one corner is the Duke's excellent band.

Going up the stairs from the main hall, there is a circular corridor on the second floor. Guests, holding wine glasses, stand in front of the railing and look down at the dancing below. Every now and then, a gentleman will approach a young lady or lady and invite her to dance. If she is allowed, the two will hold hands and walk down the stairs into the main hall.

Among them, most of the young men and women are good-looking, but there are also middle-aged men like the Duke of Negan himself who have gained weight.

He was also on the dance floor, his somewhat overweight body swaying to the music.

This looks like an extra-large karaoke machine.

Morien, lost in thought, strolled leisurely around the dance area and went up to the second floor.

He had no interest in dancing; he only felt that the men and women spinning on the dance floor were like roast suckling pigs spinning on a baking tray.

Especially those middle-aged nobles.

It would look more like it if you had an apple in your mouth.

On the other side of the corridor, not near the lobby, there are doors leading to what is essentially a guest lounge.

But behind the double doors is a corridor with different plaster statues on both sides, all belonging to the ancestors of the Negan family.

At the end of the path, you'll find another part of the ballroom, also a large hall with long tables laden with various delicacies and wines. The Duke's other band plays soothing and relaxing music for the guests.

Inside the hall, guests gathered in small groups, sitting or standing, chatting about various things. Those who wished to escape the noise briefly went to the balconies attached to the hall to look out at the garden scenery and the red moon in the sky.

Upon reaching the second floor, Moraine saw Ziringus, who was disguised as Baron Gramir.

He was holding a glass of blood-red Olmir wine, leisurely standing behind the railing of the second-floor corridor, admiring the men and women on the dance floor, and the elegantly dressed ladies and wives.

This is today's "main character".

Moraine smiled and didn't disturb the "protagonist" from enjoying his last meal and drinks.

Meanwhile, Audrey, the "righteous one," was also present.

As the eldest daughter of the Hall family and the most dazzling jewel of Backlund, she was certainly qualified to attend this banquet.

However, she didn't care much about it.

In her opinion, such banquets were too noisy and boring. It would be more interesting for her to hide in a corner and carefully observe the expressions of the attendees.

Until Zilings passed by her and greeted her.

As a spectator, Audrey immediately saw through the numerous flaws in Qilingus's disguise.

A few minutes later, in the Duke of Negan's prayer room.

Audrey sat there, rummaging through her small handbag.

Just a few minutes ago, Audrey left Zilingus's side and went to find her father.