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

Audrey found a pretty good angle and rinsed the pen in the bucket of water.

Suddenly, at that moment, a butterfly flew through the flowers.

It was a colorful butterfly; sunlight shone on its wings, reflecting colorful light.

Perhaps because Susie ate some rose-flavored dog biscuits today, the butterfly happened to land on Susie's nose while she was posing.

Susie opened her eyes and looked at the butterfly that had landed on her nose; her eyes turned cross-eyed.

The butterfly flapped its wings gently but did not leave. Susie, however, continued to uphold Audrey's order to "stay still."

Seeing the scene before her, Audrey was suddenly moved and immediately wanted to draw it.

Chapter 36 East Asian Faces

A rough draft was quickly completed.

Audrey was surprised to find that the butterfly that had just flown by was still on Susie's nose and hadn't flown away.

Audrey initially thought the butterfly would fly away quickly, and she would have to draw the rest of it by half-imagining and half-reciting, relying on the audience's enhanced memories through the potion.

Five minutes later, the butterfly remained firmly atop Susie's nose, only occasionally flapping its wings before quickly returning to its original position.

Audrey didn't think much of it at first, assuming that the butterfly was just resting and sunbathing on Susie's nose. So she quickened her pace, intending to prioritize the depiction of the butterfly and put the other parts aside for later.

Time flies when someone is fully engaged in something.

As viewers, it wasn't difficult for Audrey to get into that state of immersion, given her patience and skill in painting.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, an hour and a half passed.

A painting has finally taken shape.

In the flowerbed, the afternoon sun shone on the face of the golden retriever with its eyes half-closed. The dog raised its head, its eyes half-closed, its expression content, and a colorful butterfly reflecting the sunlight rested on its nose.

"Alright!" Audrey tossed her paintbrush into the bucket of water and stretched vigorously.

Upon hearing the sound, Susie finally stopped remaining motionless, lowered her head, and shook it.

The butterfly also flew off Susie's nose and landed on another flower not far away.

Behind the easel, Audrey's gaze followed the butterfly's movement, landing on the flower where it had stopped.

This was completely beyond her expectations.

She knew that it wasn't impossible for a butterfly to stay in one place for a long time, but this so-called "long time" was only about half an hour.

After stretching her body, Susie came to Audrey's side, opened her mouth, and vibrated the air.

“Audrey, I feel like it’s one of my kind,” Susie said. “No… no, I mean… I feel like it’s a dog like me… uh… no…”

Susie had only been speaking for less than a week and didn't understand human language very well, so she couldn't express herself well.

However, Audrey understood.

"You mean you think this butterfly is an extraordinary creature like you?"

"Woof." Susie answered the question in her best language.

Although both are viewers, the world is viewed differently from the perspectives of humans and animals.

Audrey was, after all, human, and her observation skills regarding animals and insects were far inferior to Susie's.

Of course, another reason is that Audrey's potion was only partially digested, while Susie had already digested most of it.

Audrey thought Susie's judgment made a lot of sense, because she too had become suspicious because of the butterfly's unusual reaction.

Audrey's first thought was that it was probably because she had become a "spectator" a few weeks ago, which had attracted the attention of some extraordinary being or organization, and that some extraordinary being had sent her to monitor her.

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

After all, if they were really there to monitor us, there would be no need for such a flawed approach, and no need for them to deliberately reveal that they are extraordinary beings.

But...but...

What if this is exactly the thought the other party wants me to have? What if the other party anticipated my guess and deliberately revealed it?

Audrey was caught in a chain of suspicion.

Susie's thoughts were much simpler.

She wagged her tail and asked happily.

"Audrey, it's so cute, can I keep it as a pet?"

Before Audrey could answer, the butterfly reacted first.

Seemingly having heard Susie's voice, the butterfly in the distance suddenly flapped its wings, took flight, and flew away into the distance.

“Oh, it seems it doesn’t want to.” Susie’s ears drooped.

"It's okay, Susie. If they don't want to, then so be it."

Audrey patted Susie's head reassuringly.

"The snacks are in my cabinet, go get them yourself."

This was the payment she agreed to receive for being Susie's "model".

"Okay!" Susie cheered up and ran towards the house.

Audrey watched Susie run off into the distance, then shook her head with a smile.

Audrey stood up from the folding stool and prepared to pack up her tools and go home.

She glanced at the paintings displayed on the easel and smiled with satisfaction.

Although the butterfly was a bit suspicious, her painting was quite good.

Audrey's gaze was drawn to the butterfly she had drawn, and she suddenly noticed the fine lines on its wings. The pattern formed by these lines looked like an eye falling onto a book.

…………

The entrance to the fortune tellers' club.

Klein, holding a cane in one hand and a top hat in the other, had just stepped out of the "Citrine Room" and turned a corner when he suddenly paused.

He saw a man sitting on the sofa in the lobby.

The man had his back to him, so his face was not visible. He was turning his head to look at the side of him, but there was nothing there.

Klein's curiosity was immediately piqued. His spiritual intuition told him that there seemed to be something over there.

Klein then lightly tapped his brow twice, activating his spiritual vision.

Then he saw a pair of eyes without eyelashes.

This was the third time he had seen those eyes.

The first time was on his very first day in this world, when he saw it while responding to prayer.

The second time was when he became a fortune teller, and he saw it behind his occult teacher, Old Neil.

The third time is now.

Then, Klein watched helplessly as the man ripped off his mask and shattered his eyes.

This looks familiar. Haven't I seen it somewhere before?

Just then, Morion turned around and looked at him.

Klein was stunned.

That's the appearance of an East Asian!

Just as Klein was in a daze, Christina, who was sitting on the sofa not far from Morion, also noticed him and immediately got up to go to him.

"Mr. Moretti, you previously said that if we have any items related to Lanluus, we could try to divine his whereabouts?"

The woman was desperate to seek help from Klein and asked him to perform a divination to identify the swindler who had cheated her out of £150.

The woman's interruption snapped Klein out of his daze.

He subconsciously shut down his spiritual vision again, looked at Ms. Christina in front of him, and nodded.

"Yes, that's right."

Klein looked at the person in front of him, but his attention remained on Morion, who was not far away.

He's from the East; he'd never mistake that face!

Although the fluorescent lines on his face look a bit strange, he is definitely of East Asian descent.

Christina, oblivious to Klein's distraction, took a breath and asked in a low voice:

"Would his child be considered a related item?"

Chapter 37 Megos

Huh? Klein was momentarily confused, thinking he had misheard because he was distracted.

"What? Um... could you please say it again?"

Christina didn't pay much attention to the fortune teller's bewilderment. She glanced at Angelica at the reception desk and said in a low voice:

“I mean Laneus’s child.”

She pointed to the young girl next to her wearing a lotus leaf hat.

Is this Lanius's child?

Isn't it growing a little too fast?

Are you getting a little anxious?

Christina noticed Klein's unusual expression and explained:

“This is my niece, Megoss; her mother is my older sister.”

Klein immediately understood.

Christina's explanation continued:

“I am very sorry and regretful. I actually thought that Lanluus was an outstanding and excellent young man, so I introduced Megaus to him when he was unmarried and watched them become lovers.”