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

Leonard nodded subconsciously.

So the old man's name was "Pales Zoroastrian," which was the first time I'd ever heard of him...

Him?!

Mr. Fool, you actually used "He" to describe the old man?!

Leonard was somewhat slow to react and was startled.

Whether in Rune, Intis, Lenburg, or Hermes, which possesses extraordinary power, the "He" that refers to a deity is different from other third-person pronouns.

This...this is impossible...

There is actually a "He" residing inside my body...

However, such a great being should have no reason to deceive me.

Leonard's mind raced with thoughts, and he was so astonished that he forgot all about the fact that he finally knew the old man's real name.

He hesitated for a moment before asking:

Why must we tell Him?

Although he got along well with Palez Zoroaster and they had built a certain level of trust, he still harbored considerable vigilance. The reason he had just made the request was that he hoped to balance the potential danger posed by the ancient parasite by joining Mr. Fool's secret gathering.

Immediately, he heard Mr. Fool laugh:

"Deterrence is often more effective than combat."

Deterrence is more effective than combat... Indeed, forcibly maintaining balance might provoke the old man. In any case, the final battlefield will definitely be within my body, which is very disadvantageous to me. Deterrence, on the other hand, can make Him realize the situation, and even if He harbors ill intentions, He will think of other ways and alternative solutions...

Leonard lowered his head, seemingly realizing something, and said:

“Dear Mr. Fool, I have no more questions.”

At the head of the long bronze table, the "Fool" materialized a tarot deck, pointed to it, and said:

"They each chose a tarot card as their code name, and you can draw one too."

“The cards that already have owners have been removed from this list.”

As expected, it's codenamed after tarot cards...

Leonard took a breath, extended his right hand, and drew a card from the tarot deck.

Upon opening it, he saw a sky full of stars and a goddess pouring holy water.

This wasn't really to Leonard's taste, but since the ceremony had already been completed under the witness of "The Fool," he had no choice but to accept it.

Klein looked down at Leonard, his expression showing no emotion whatsoever.

“You can wait here for a moment. The Tarot meeting for this week will be starting soon,” said “The Fool” Klein. “A few members are absent this time, so there will be fewer people. That’s perfect, you don’t need to meet too many people at once.”

Why does Mr. Fool also sound like I'm stupid?

Leonard wondered.

Am I really that stupid?

"The Fool" Klein then chuckled and retrieved the tarot cards.

What Leonard didn't know was that all the cards were exactly the same. They had the same imagery, the same starry sky.

Every single one of these cards is a "star" card.

A temporary silence fell over the gray fog, a silence that made Leonard, who was usually quite unruly, feel uneasy.

However, this silence did not last long. Klein had timed his arrival perfectly, and within minutes, Klein regained his spirituality.

He turned his gaze to the two crimson stars that represented Moraine and Derrick.

Soon, a crimson light appeared.

Two figures appeared to Leonard's right. Among them, Morion, who was wearing a mask, appeared in front of the blasphemous stone tablet.

Chapter 114 The Conscience of a Thief (5K)

Two figures appeared on one side of the long table, and Leonard immediately turned his gaze to them.

His first glance was at Morion, who was sitting in front of the "blasphemous slab," and he saw the mask hanging on his side.

Black hair, wearing a mask at an angle.

So this is Mr. Tower.

Leonard immediately realized what was happening.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly to the large figure beside "The Tower" Morion.

A tall, strong young man; I don't know what his code name is.

Leonard made his own assessment.

Although both of them were shrouded in a grayish-white mist, obscuring their faces, Leonard could still vaguely discern their general physical features.

At that moment, the voice of Mr. Fool came from the head of the long table.

“This is Mr. ‘Star’,” Klein said, gesturing to introduce him, then gesturing to the other two.

“This is Mr. ‘Tower’, and this is Mr. ‘Sun’.”

Kawhi Leonard, the "Sun," nodded to himself.

"The other two are on leave. They are Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man. I'll introduce them to you next time." Klein added that two people were absent today.

This doesn't need a separate introduction; the next time Leonard sees an unfamiliar man and woman in the tarot reading, he'll be able to easily distinguish which is Miss Justice and which is Mr. Hanged Man.

This was partly for Leonard's introduction, and partly for Sun's, to tell him that two people had taken the day off and that there was no need to wait; the meeting could begin immediately.

It turns out someone took the day off today.

"The Sun" Derrick nodded and glanced at the empty seat across the long table.

He said he felt something was missing.

There are so few people.

This was Leonard's first reaction.

Aside from Mr. Fool, the organizer of the gathering, there were only three other attendees.

Even if we include the two who didn't come, there are only five.

This was different from the parties and salons he had attended.

For example, the extraordinary black market beneath the Dragon Bar houses more than a dozen secret gatherings of varying sizes, with even the smallest one having around ten members.

After all, if there are only a few people, there is no need to hold a "gathering".

It would be good if a few people got together and chatted.

Five people...

It still feels a bit shabby.

Thinking of this, Leonard suddenly realized his disrespect and immediately emphasized it in his mind.

No, no, this should be an elite gathering; only those with sufficient potential can participate.

Thinking about this, Leonard finally felt a little better.

"What? You think there aren't enough people?" Moraine tilted her head to look at Leonard, understood his thoughts, and struck up a conversation with him in a very familiar way.

“Uh…” Leonard was a little embarrassed.

What was he supposed to say?

“Haha.” Morion chuckled. “If we’re only counting the people who can actually come here for the meeting, then it’s quite a small number.”

He waved his hand.

"But if you include the organizations that each member extends into, the average number of people might be more than you can imagine."

So that's how it is. Tarot gatherings are mainly focused on "layering"?

Leonard suddenly realized.

Average? What average? You call that "dilution"?

Klein muttered to himself as he emerged from the gray fog.

Then, the tarot session fell into a brief silence.

Klein, sitting at the head of the bronze table, propped his head up with one hand and looked at the three people below. He felt something was off, as if something was missing.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat.

Once, twice.

Oh, it's missing the part where class leaders greet the teacher.

Klein realized what was happening.

At the start of each tarot reading session, the energetic Miss Justice would lead the way in greeting Mr. Fool, and then greet everyone else in turn.

But this time, the tarot reader was absent, and the entire meeting fell into an awkward silence.

He lowered his gaze.

Mr. Sun seemed to be in a daze, as if he, like Mr. Sun, was subconsciously waiting for someone to start the show.

Leonard didn't dare to speak, probably thinking that this was the usual atmosphere of the Tarot Club.

As for Morion...

He saw Morion smiling at him.

This person, who's just looking for fun, might find the tarot reading a bit awkward.

Klein closed his eyes and spoke directly.

"You can start your party now."

So it wasn't started yet?

Leonard blinked.