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

After saying that, Moraine looked at Klein.

"What were you about to say?"

"Cough cough."

Klein coughed twice from behind the gray fog and nodded seriously.

"Indeed, the first two weeks after birth are a crucial age for striving."

"After she invents the cell phone, bring it over so I can take a look and check it."

Chapter 44 Attending a Tarot Meeting

“Let’s get back to the main topic.” Morion shook his head. “Tell me why you brought me up half an hour early.”

Klein suppressed his craving for the phone, took a deep breath, and composed himself.

“Alright, let’s discuss the matter of you being my straight man,” Klein said.

"Huh? What's there to discuss?" Morion asked, puzzled.

“Of course we need to discuss it,” Klein replied. “We need to agree on what to ask beforehand. After all, there are many things that I, 'Mr. Fool,' am not suited to ask.”

"Hmm...and one more."

“After all, we’re from the same hometown, and you’re stronger than me, so I can’t possibly let you impersonate my follower or anything like that…” Klein explained.

"Huh?" Morion raised an eyebrow. "I thought you would just assume I'm your underling and at most give me the position of a follower."

“How could that be?” Klein shook his head.

Moraine understood.

It seems that Klein has only been impersonating an evil god for less than a month and has not yet developed a path dependency.

“Hmm… In that case, I’ll play the role of another evil god.” Morion released his hand from his face and sat up straight. “Great King Worm.”

"Um... why does it have to be an evil god?" Klein asked.

He didn't ask why it was a king insect, but he could roughly guess.

“Of course, because he’s handsome,” Moraine said matter-of-factly. “The word ‘evil god’ sounds several degrees more handsome than ‘good god’.”

"Ah, this..."

Klein thought about it again and realized it made a lot of sense.

Moreover, judging from Morion's behavior of having a room full of bugs and bug eggs, it would be hard to believe that he is a true god.

The two discussed it briefly for a few more minutes and quickly finalized the basic agreement.

Klein conjured a gold-cased pocket watch and glanced at it.

As three o'clock approached, he placed his hand on the deep red star that symbolized "justice" and the "Hanged Man," extending his spirituality to pull them up.

The next instant, Moraine turned his head as if sensing something and saw two bursts of light erupting from the opposite and side positions, stretching out two blurry human figures.

The facial features were not clearly visible; one could only vaguely discern that a blue-haired man stood to the side and a blonde-haired girl stood opposite him.

Moraine recognized them as Alger Wilson, the Hanged Man whom he had met once before, and Audrey Hall, the Justice Lady whom he had never met before.

Audrey Hall, who had just appeared, looked around and was about to greet Mr. Fool at the head of the long table when she suddenly froze, realizing that there was a strange man opposite her.

It was a man whose facial features were also obscured, with black hair and a mask tilted to the side of his head.

Then she heard Mr. Fool's voice, which seemed eternally calm:

"Let me introduce you. This is our newest member, whose title is 'Tower.' You can call him 'Mr. Tower.'"

“This is Miss Justice, and this is Mr. The Hanged Man.”

A new member?

Audrey's heart was immediately filled with joy.

She was very pleased to see the Tarot Club grow and expand, which also meant that the Tarot Club could recruit members, and she happened to have a few members she wanted to recommend for membership.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," frowned slightly, somewhat displeased that the Fool had suddenly brought in a new member.

They should at least have told us beforehand... But, a big shot like Mr. Fool certainly wouldn't consider our feelings...

This was Alger's first reaction.

He also noticed Morion's mask, which looked somewhat familiar.

He quickly recognized the mask.

Although the details are not clear, the color scheme is still easy to recognize.

Is it the man who traded materials and money with him back then?

Was he indeed connected to the Tarot Society, and was he a subordinate of Mr. Fool?

No… if it is Mr. Fool, then “the one who cares” should be used to refer to him…

As he pondered, he gave a brief greeting to "Justice" and "The Tower".

During this brief period, Audrey also entered "spectator" mode, carefully examining the new members.

Mr. Tower seemed to be in a good mood, relaxed, and not nervous at all, not like someone who had been suddenly taken to an unfamiliar place.

Hmm... he doesn't seem to have much respect for Mr. Fool.

Do you not understand the power of Mr. Fool?

But Mr. Fool's attitude toward him seemed quite amiable.

Could it be that……

Audrey covered her mouth in surprise, not wanting to think any further.

“Mr. Fool, there is no Roselle’s diary to hand in today,” Alger said first, placing one hand on his chest. “I am about to return to the mainland and am dealing with some matters. I will begin searching as soon as I have some free time.”

Hearing Alger's words, Audrey snapped out of her observation.

She looked at the Fool at the head of the long table and reported back:

“Mr. Fool, I haven’t been able to collect any of Emperor Roselle’s diaries recently.”

"However, I recently met two extraordinary individuals and am naturally making contact with them. Once I enter the relevant circles, I should be able to trade for more of Russell's Diaries."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Morion across from her and suddenly had an idea.

"Oh, and also, I feel that the two extraordinary individuals I recently met are both very worthwhile people to develop. For example, they each have good public identities to cover up their identities, they each have certain and different resource channels, and they each have their own principles and characteristics. They are not the kind of people who would easily sell secrets."

“I hope to recommend them to join the Tarot Club.”

After saying that, Audrey smiled shyly.

"The only problem is that they are all only at Sequence Nine, which is not very suitable for a high-end, strict, and secretive organization like the Tarot Club."

She blushed slightly and lowered her head, seemingly a little embarrassed that she had recommended two Sequence Nines to Mr. Fool.

A high-end organization? Actually, I feel it's more like a pyramid scheme.

"Fool" Klein muttered to himself, wanting nothing more than to cover his face and sigh, unable to find the words to respond to Miss "Justice's" self-satisfaction.

and……

Klein glanced at Morion furtively.

I no longer have the spiritual energy to pull another person along.

This is the first time Ultraman has faced three monsters...

On the surface, however, Klein remained calm and simply nodded slightly.

"You can observe those two extraordinary individuals further; we can discuss joining them later."

“Okay…” Audrey was a little disappointed.

Seeing that the two "old members" had expressed their opinions, Moraine also made a brief statement.

“Mr. Fool, I also do not have Roselle’s diary.”

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"In that case, let's begin our free exchange."

Chapter 45 The Third Blasphemous Slab

The open discussion session has begun.

Seeing that no one took the initiative to speak, Audrey chose to be the first to speak.

"Justice" Audrey raised her hand in response.

"Excuse me, does anyone have the recipe for 'Mind Reader'?" She had already digested quite a few potions and planned to prepare the recipe in advance so that she could take the potions directly after she had fully digested the existing ones.

Just as Alger was about to say that he had a way to get the formula, he heard Morion's voice.

“I know the recipe for mind readers,” Moraine said matter-of-factly.

“Really, Mr. Tower?” Audrey smiled with delight.

Just as Audrey smiled and was about to make a purchase, Morion continued talking without stopping.

"I not only know the recipe for mind readers, but I also know the recipe for psychologists, hypnotists, dream walkers, manipulators, dream weavers, insightful observers, writers, and dreamers."

Then he looked at Alger.

"Of course, I also know the recipe for the Ocean Singer, and the recipes for the High Priest of Disaster, Neptune, Cataclysm, Thor, and Tyrant."

"To be precise, I have all the recipes you want."

He leaned back in his chair and snapped his fingers.

"I have seen the blasphemous stone tablet."

Desecrating the stone slab!

Alger sat up straight immediately.

This is something that only exists in legends.