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

Having confirmed his thoughts, Leonard was about to stretch his body when he suddenly realized that he couldn't control it for some reason. He had been eating, but somehow he had changed his posture and was now leisurely leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs in a very lazy manner, flipping through the newspaper like an old man.

"You're back?" He heard himself open his mouth and make a sound.

"Then I'll return it to you."

"Oh, by the way, I also took three years of your lifespan. A thief never leaves empty-handed."

The next second, Leonard suddenly regained control of his body.

Leonard didn't think much about the "three-year lifespan" thing and frowned.

"Old man, you've taken control of my body..."

"What are you doing!"

“I should be asking you that,” Pales’s voice echoed in Leonard’s mind again, “your body suddenly felt empty just now.”

"Where did your spirit just go?"

"Forehead……"

That's how it was discovered?

Leonard held the newspaper, feeling that this was indeed within expectations.

After all, he's an angel, so it's not incomprehensible that he could sense Mr. Fool's behavior.

However, this shows that Pales is quite strong, as he was able to sense what Mr. Fool had done.

At the start of the Tarot session, when attempting to pull Leonard above the gray fog, Klein had made careful observations beforehand.

He discovered that Leonard Mitchell had a ball of light hidden inside his body. The ball of light seemed to be composed of countless segmented worms, hidden deep within the spiritual body and the soul as a whole, yet completely separate from this whole.

Therefore, Klein decided not to accept the spirit of "Pares Zoroastrians" and instead used the gray fog as a filter to pull only Leonard's own spirit into the gray fog, avoiding bringing Him along to that mysterious space.

This will temporarily cause Leonard's body to become "empty," without his original spirit, and his physical body will naturally become a suit that anyone can wear.

But Klein had no choice. After all, he was only a Sequence 8 at the moment, and his control over the gray fog was very limited. He couldn't accurately distinguish Leonard's astral body, mental body, and ethereal body, and he couldn't precisely pull the astral body onto the gray fog.

However, Klein is willing to believe that Palles won't do anything with Leonard's body.

After all, if they really wanted to do something, they would have done it already.

Moraine had told Klein before the meeting that Palles was probably "the last conscience of thieves".

Of all the thieves in the world, eight bushels of conscience are at stake. Pales alone has one bushel, while the rest are in debt for two bushels.

That's what Moraine said.

Seeing Leonard deep in thought, Palestine paused, then asked in a somewhat strange tone:

"You were summoned by the Fool?"

"Huh? How did you guess that?"

Leonard put down the newspaper, tilted his head back, and leaned the back of his head against the sofa.

Pales was silent for several seconds before changing the subject:

"Tell me, what did you see in Mr. Fool's kingdom?"

Mr. Fool didn't seem to have said anything about not being allowed to mention it.

Moreover, Mr. Fool had also emphasized that this should not be kept from Pales.

So Leonard thought for a moment and then said:

"Um……"

"It's probably something like towering palaces and pervasive gray fog," he replied. "I'm not really good at describing it..."

"Oh, and there's also a blasphemous slab."

The image of Pales in his mind fell silent once again.

“So… this is what it’s like inside…” Pales sighed with an aged air.

Seeing that Palles seemed a little melancholic for some reason, Leonard grinned and muttered to himself:

"Speaking of which, your name is 'Pales Zoroaster'," Leonard asked.

"Did that Mr. Fool tell you?" Pales asked, not at all surprised.

“Yes.” Leonard nodded honestly.

Then, he continued to ask with a smile.

"I heard you're an angel, is that true?"

"..."

"You brat, you have no manners!"

"You know I'm an angel, yet you still dare to talk to me like this?"

Leonard smiled and didn't delve further into the topic; it was enough that they both understood.

Leonard will maintain his previous attitude, and Palles will not put on any airs of an angel.

A few seconds later, the conversation continued.

“I joined that tarot club,” Leonard said. “The one that believes in the Fool.”

“I remember,” Pales replied. “It’s the organization that ‘Tower’ belongs to, right?”

"Your tone clearly suggests you want to control me. Be more discreet next time," He commented, half-sarcastically and half-instructively.

But Leonard didn't seem to care at all.

He never intended to fool this top-notch con artist.

“Yes,” Leonard nodded, “I also got a code name, ‘Star’.”

“Ha,” Pales chuckled, “that sounds like a lady’s code name.”

"Congratulations, Ms. Star."

"Tch." Leonard scoffed.

Chapter 115 Hand-cranked Generator

Above the gray fog, everyone else was returned to the real world, but Morion was left behind by Klein.

"What are you going to do?" Moraine looked around and realized that he hadn't been thrown out.

Klein stopped maintaining his inscrutable demeanor, relaxed, and looked at Morion.

He leaned back in his chair, raised his hand, and the deep red light representing Leonard immediately brightened considerably, projecting a scene shrouded in a hazy halo.

That was Leonard, who was working for Blackthorn Security.

Moraine tilted his head curiously to look and saw Leonard's spirit return to his body. He saw a blurry human figure wrapped around his spirit body, and a ball of light condensed in his body.

"Worried about Leonard?" Moraine asked Klein with a smile.

“I need to see what this angel will do when Leonard runs into trouble,” Klein said seriously. “If this angel has ill intentions, I can report it to the Sanctuary as soon as possible.”

Moraine leaned forward, resting his head on the table, and said listlessly:

"He is the angel of the Thief pathway, and the Sequence Eight of the Thief pathway is called the Scammer. You should know that."

"So, if He really wanted to pretend, you wouldn't be able to tell."

"Even if Miss Justice comes, it won't work."

“That’s true…” Klein stared at Leonard in the halo, then looked away after a few seconds. “But you said He’s quite friendly, so there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“Friendly is fine, but don’t expose yourself to Him,” Moraine cautioned. “Don’t let Him know you have Source Castle.”

“I know,” Klein nodded.

"But so this place was originally called 'Source Castle'?" This was the first time he had ever heard of it.

“Yes, Source Castle.” Morion nodded.

Klein looked at Morion and asked with some curiosity, "Then... what would happen if He found out?"

Moraine smiled.

"Although He is among the kindest of the thieves, if He knew that the Source Castle was in your hands, He would still completely parasitize you and turn you into His clone."

"His current parasitism on Leonard is superficial, essentially a 'renting' of his property. But if you are exposed, the moment you are exposed, the next second you can change your name to 'Pales Zoroaster'."

"Is it that scary?" Klein's eyes widened.

"What do you think?" Moraine's expression was a half-smile.

"Don't be fooled by His current cowardly appearance, as He spends all his time hiding from another thief's angel."

"If He gets the Source Castle, let alone angels, He might not even dare to provoke the Lord of Storms."

"So this cheat code is this awesome." Klein looked down at the bronze table in front of him in disbelief.

"Alright, let's get to the point." Morion waved his hand. "You didn't call me just to have me watch Leonard with you, did you?"

“I’ve been thinking about that too,” Klein nodded. “If anything happens, I can ask you for help right away.”

“However, I do have something I’d like to ask you for help with,” Klein said.

"Hmm?" Moraine gave a puzzled hum.

“Around noon today, two people came to our security company,” Klein explained.

“That’s Congressman Maynard’s wife, the daughter of a New Party bigwig.”

"Her husband died suddenly in bed while he was having sex with a socialite named Mrs. Sharon."

Klein paused at this point.

After all, when Congressman Maynard died, the police invited him, a professional fortune teller, to investigate the scene, and Klein saw their pornographic video being broadcast during the fortune telling session.

"In short, she could not accept her husband's death and was unwilling to accept the police department's conclusion of sudden death. She believed that Mrs. Sharon had killed her husband, so she privately hired a security company to reinvestigate."

"And then you found out about me?" Moraine asked.

“Yes,” Klein nodded, “that’s why I wanted to ask you for help.”