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

Megos gently stroked her lower abdomen, revealing a maternal smile.

“Of course,” she said softly, “what mother wouldn’t want her child to be alright?”

Morion nodded slowly, put down the newspaper under Christina's displeased gaze, got up from the sofa, and walked to Megos.

Under Megoss's somewhat questioning gaze, Morion moved the mask to the front and put it on.

“You’re a really good mother,” Moraine said.

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed a wisp of unseen willpower above her head.

This wish is very pure, so pure that, as Megose herself said, she hopes her child can be born safely and grow up healthy.

Grasp the power of will, then retract your arm.

When Morion withdrew his outstretched hand, he held a pale-colored butterfly that was fluttering gently in his hand.

He handed the butterfly to Megos.

"Take it with you; perhaps it can grant your wish."

Megos instinctively reached out and watched the butterfly fly from Morion's hand and land on her own.

"I've never kept butterflies before," she said instinctively.

“It’s okay, it’s very easy to take care of,” Moraine reassured her. “You don’t need to feed it, take care of it, or even worry about its safety.”

"Its food is your desire, so you just need to continue to keep your desire pure."

To... to use such an extraordinary ability so openly and brazenly in front of ordinary people?

Klein, standing behind him, gasped.

This is a serious violation of confidentiality rules.

Although wild extraordinary beings don't have this rule at all.

Megoss lowered her head and looked at the butterfly in her hand.

The butterfly is very small, but its colors and patterns are beautiful.

She didn't know why, but she just believed that this butterfly could indeed protect her and her child.

"What's her name?" Megose asked.

“Her?” Morion chuckled upon hearing the third-person pronoun. “She doesn’t have a name. You can give her one.”

"However, if you're asking about the name of this butterfly species..."

Morion thought for a moment.

"They are wishing beetles, or you can call them wishing butterflies, whichever you prefer."

Megoss seemed to understand the meaning behind it, pursed her lips, and bowed to Morion.

"Thank you."

The wishing butterfly in her palm flapped its wings, flew up from her palm, and landed on her shoulder.

Megos felt that she had formed some kind of inexplicable connection with the butterfly.

She straightened up, lowered her head, pushed open the door without looking back, walked down the stairs and disappeared without glancing at her aunt again.

Christina frowned, took a breath, and after a few seconds, said to Klein:

“Excuse me, Mr. Moretti, I’m sorry to bother you.”

"We will try our best to find Lanius's personal belongings."

After saying that, she glared at Morion.

Moraine smiled and gave her the middle finger.

What are you looking at? Look again and I'll throw you into the Tasok River.

Morion was still smiling, but looking into Morion's eyes, Christina suddenly shuddered, forgetting all about being angry, and turned to run quickly towards the stairs.

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, watched her go downstairs, and shook his head with a sigh.

“Now it’s time for the two of us to talk.” Morion’s smiling voice rang in Klein’s mind, making Klein’s body suddenly stiffen.

He slowly turned his head to look at Morion and saw that Morion had moved the mask back to the side of his face. On his face with fluorescent patterns, a pair of black eyes were looking at him with a smile.

Chapter 39 Catching the Cat Offline

Black hair, black eyes, and such features...

It looks so much like it.

Although he had guessed that Moraine might be a half-elf, seeing such features up close still made Klein sigh with emotion.

"What's with that expression?" Moraine's voice interrupted Klein's musings. "Let me tell you beforehand, I'm not giving..."

Moraine crossed his arms, glanced up and down at Klein, frowned, tilted his head back, and made a strange, disgusted face.

So don't give me that 'Ah, this is my lost youth' look.

Klein's eyelids twitched.

This is completely different from the "high-level boss" he had imagined.

But he answered honestly:

"Neither do I."

Moraine's expression remained unchanged, still showing her disdain.

"really?"

"I do not believe."

Klein felt his eyelids twitching even more, so he gave an awkward but polite smile.

Could this person in front of me be a hunter?

Klein pondered to himself.

The Night Watchers' internal documents describe the "Hunter" as follows:

An excellent tracker, a master trapper, and a superb hunter, the corresponding name for Sequence 8 is "Provocateur," while for Sequence 7 it is "Pyromaniac."

Perhaps the person in front of us is a mid-rank hunter?

Klein guessed in his mind, but didn't say it aloud.

However, for some reason, a strange feeling lingered in Klein's mind, making him feel inexplicably "familiar" with Morion.

It's a strange feeling. It's the first time we've met, and I was on guard not long ago, but now I've suddenly relaxed, as if we used to be very good friends...

Klein even lost the thought of "trying to get rid of this feeling," letting the familiarity envelop him.

"Haha, just kidding."

Moraine lowered her arms from her chest, smiled, and stepped forward, extending her hand.

"Speaking of which, we're both members of the fortune tellers' club, but we've never actually chatted before."

"My name is Morion."

He didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

So Klein extended his hand and shook hands with Morion.

“I am Klein Moretti.” Klein extended his hand and shook hands with Morien.

“Klein Moretti?” Moraine exclaimed inexplicably. “Ah, that’s the name.”

He immediately shook his head.

"Oh no, oh no!"

"What's wrong with that?" Klein asked instinctively, without feeling offended, as if he were just making a normal joke with a friend.

“Hmph, it’s just not good,” Moraine shook her head with a smile. “I trusted you so much, and I told you I was Moraine, but you answered ‘Klein Moretti’.”

Klein was even more puzzled.

A fickle, mid-tier powerhouse...

He's a bit crazy; his mental state might not be stable.

Klein made his judgment.

They shook hands briefly, then quickly separated.

“Let’s go talk,” Morion said, pointing to a room behind Klein, Klein’s favorite “Citrine” room. “We might have a lot to talk about.”

After saying that, he patted Klein on the shoulder, massaged his shoulder, and then walked directly into the room.

Klein hesitated and struggled for several seconds, but finally decided to follow.

Push open the door and enter the room.

This is a room that looks like it belongs to a "fortune teller," with a table in the middle and various fortune-telling instruments on the table and in the drawers.

Moraine pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing to the seat across the table.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Klein,” Moraine said with a smile. “May I call you that?”

“No problem.” Klein also pulled out a chair and sat down. “Then I’ll call you…”

At this point, Klein, who had intended to exchange pleasantries, suddenly realized that he couldn't tell whether Morion's initial name was his first name or his last name.

"Forehead……"

“High Elves don’t have surnames,” Moraine said, taking out a deck of tarot cards. “Like the Elven Queen, ‘The Scourge’ Ghoshnam, whose name is simply ‘Ghoshnam’ and doesn’t need a separate surname.”

As expected, they are elves.

Klein nodded to himself.

But Morion suddenly changed the subject and chuckled softly.

"Hmm, maybe I should say that."