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

At this point, Pales stopped speaking.

He remembered how Moraine had scared him with her monocle.

"Forget it, don't overthink it. This isn't something you can solve on your own."

"And I think your speculation is actually quite reasonable."

"Although your reasoning process is a complete mess, you never know if the final answer might actually be correct."

“Fool…”

Pales's voice grew softer and softer, as if he were lost in memories.

Leonard felt that Palles made a very good point.

This is something he can't handle.

Leonard shoveled down a couple more bites of rice, just as he was about to say something more.

But at that moment, a deep red light suddenly burst forth before his eyes, engulfing him completely.

"Varied……"

Leonard immediately stood up and found himself surrounded by towering stone pillars that stood atop the boundless gray-white mist, supporting a magnificent palace that resembled the dwelling place of giants.

He stood there stunned for a second before realizing that he had somehow sat down again, this time beside a weathered, ancient bronze table, surrounded by high-backed chairs that exuded an air of solemnity and authority. Behind one of the high-backed chairs to his right was a stone slab hidden in a grayish-white mist.

At the very top of the mottled long table, a figure shrouded in thick gray mist leaned back in his chair with a leisurely posture, seemingly looking down upon everything in the world.

Could it be that...?

Leonard remembered that he had just been discussing the Fool with Palles.

No...no way...

Could it be that he was overheard talking about Mr. Fool behind his back?

Do not look directly at God, do not tempt God, do not criticize God.

This is a warning to believers in the darkness from the Book of Night.

In an instant, a series of thoughts flashed through Leonard's mind, and he made a rough guess about his situation. As an extraordinary person in the church and a believer who was convinced that God truly existed, he could not resist his inner feelings and subconsciously wanted to leave his seat to worship.

Leonard had just stood up halfway when he was immediately pressed back down by some invisible force, and a low, calm voice echoed in his ear:

"You don't need to go to all that trouble."

A sound came from the person at the head of the long table.

“You may call me Mr. Fool,” the figure said.

The Fool... As expected... Leonard's heart, which had been filled with fear of the unknown, suddenly calmed down. Although he was still worried about what he would encounter next, he was no longer so uneasy, no longer so restless, and no longer had a dry mouth.

He placed his hand on his chest, bowed, and said:

“Dear Mr. Fool, I have always been very law-abiding, never broken my oath, and never spread your name.”

"I wonder...why you summoned me here this time?"

As a seasoned "Night Watcher," Leonard knew all too well how dangerous it was to establish contact with a hidden presence.

At that moment, a person suddenly came to mind.

klein.

He also recited the name of the Fool.

This made him somewhat nervous, worried that he, too, had been marked by this indescribable, great being before him...

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes tightly and calmed his emotions through meditation.

Don't think too much... Don't think too much...

One should not overthink when facing a great being...

At that moment, he heard the "Fool" shrouded in gray mist chuckle softly:

“You haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not here to accuse you.”

Leonard relaxed a little upon hearing this, but he didn't look up and kept his head down as he asked.

"How can I help you with this?"

After a brief pause, the voice of the "Fool" rang out again.

"Don't rush. Maybe in the future you'll be asked to do some things and provide some help to certain people."

Leonard slowly let out a sigh of relief, glanced around, and said:

"Has he, Klein Moretti, been here before, just like me?"

He asked curiously.

The "Fool" in the gray fog spoke in a largely flat tone:

"Yes."

Leonard couldn't help but look around again and found that there were twenty-two high-backed chairs around the mottled long table.

Corresponding to twenty-two extraordinary paths, or twenty-two Tarot cards...

The Fool... the Tower...

Perhaps this is the ranking and composition of the Tarot Club, using different Tarot cards as code names, here...

Leonard had just formed a guess when he heard Mr. Fool chuckle and explain to him:

"Besides you, there are other beings who have been drawn here for various reasons."

"They implored me to convene regular meetings to exchange information, buy and sell materials, trade recipes, and help each other, which would help them advance quickly and become high-sequence individuals."

Tarot Club.

Leonard immediately thought of that word.

This must be the Tarot Club that Mr. Tower mentioned.

The Fool... the Tower...

Ok……

Then there are many other names that use tarot cards as their code name.

However, this is slightly different from what I imagined a tarot reading to be; it's more loosely structured...

Leonard thought for a moment.

However, considering Mr. Tower's behavior at that time, it seems to be expected that this organization is not arrogant.

At this moment, "The Fool" seemed to casually wave his hand, indicating the stone slab to Leonard's right.

"Among them, this blasphemous stone tablet is one of the objects they have been pursuing."

Desecrating the stone slab!

Leonard was startled and even subconsciously looked up.

That was a desecration of the stone slab?

That's blasphemy against the stone slab!

Leonard's mind was racing, with one idea after another popping up only to be quickly suppressed.

This...this...

Mr. Fool emphasized this to me, there must be some arrangement in mind, right?

Perhaps I should say something now, something to bring myself closer to this blasphemous stone tablet…

What can I do? How can I qualify to get involved in this area...?

Thinking of this, he hesitated for several seconds before mustering his courage, glancing up at Mr. Fool holding high above the gray fog, and then immediately lowering his head again.

The fact that Mr. Fool agreed to that request suggests that he may be kinder than I imagined.

Upon arriving at the ancient palace above the gray fog, Leonard remained highly focused, which made his thinking much sharper than usual, prompting him to consider numerous questions.

Anyway, since it's already been marked, there shouldn't be any problem if I come into contact with it again, right?

Leonard thought to himself.

He considered it for a moment, then asked softly:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' may I join this Tarot club?"

They finally took the bait.

Klein, the "Fool" shrouded in gray mist, smiled and said:

"can."

They actually agreed.

A slight smile appeared on Leonard's face, and he seemed more relaxed.

He then relaxed and asked curiously:

"Klein Moretti, has he also joined the Tarot Club?"

Does he have a seat here?

Not yet.

Mr. Fool gave a casual reply.

Is that so? Well, once again, I've become Klein's senior...

Leonard nodded, indicating that it wasn't bad.

“When you get back, remember to mention this to the Pales Zoroaster inside your body. Don’t try to hide it from Him,” Klein said after thinking for a moment.

Palles Zoroaster. This is the name Moraine told Klein; it's the name of the parasitic angel residing in Leonard's body.

Klein was quite shocked when he heard the news.

An angel stayed by his side the whole time.

This truly feels like "an angel has descended upon me".