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

Leonard also hesitated.

That seems to make sense...

“I don’t recommend that you start a fight with him right here either.” Pales’s voice also appeared in Leonard’s mind.

Unending murmurs...

Pales was not entirely ignorant of this Outer God.

Moraine's demonstrated abilities do indeed fit the characteristics of a believer in "The Unending Whisper".

Especially his way of speaking.

Leonard also noticed that Moraine's voice appeared directly in his mind.

This is somewhat like the audience for Sequence Six or even Sequence Five.

Judging from his ability to control insects, he doesn't seem to be just a spectator.

While night watchmen do have the duty to protect civilians and fight evil, all of these actions must be based on a certain foundation.

That means there can be no meaningless sacrifices.

If they can easily eliminate each other here, then it's worth a try. But if they might sacrifice two people for nothing and fail to bring back any intelligence, then it would be too much of a loss.

The best solution right now is to let the opponent go for the time being, then go back to report to the captain, and then gather the sealing artifacts to focus fire...

"Why are you so nervous?" Morion walked up to Klein, bypassed him, and looked at Leonard. "What, are you really concerned about that guy over there?"

He glanced back.

Leonard took a deep breath.

"Do not."

He gave a simple answer.

He really didn't care much about the life or death of a gangster.

It would be good for everyone if this kind of person died.

However, he will definitely report Morion's matter as soon as he returns to Blackthorn Security.

“But he shouldn’t be the one to punish him, right?” Moraine chuckled, picking up where Leonard left off.

Leonard smiled and said, "I'm not that old-fashioned."

“I can see that,” Moraine nodded. “You’ve been carrying around these ‘contraband’ items.”

Then, he gave Klein a half-smile, walked around him, and came to Leonard, less than half a meter away.

Moraine, who was about half a head taller than Leonard, looked down at Leonard from above, slightly pulling down his sunglasses to reveal his eyes.

Leonard gripped the gun tighter.

But Moraine simply patted the tarot cards in her hand onto Leonard's shoulder.

"Remember this, I am the 'Tower' of the 'Tarot Club'."

What! Klein's body trembled involuntarily. He looked at Morion, his expression slightly blank.

What are you doing!

Shut up!

Moraine ignored Klein's silent accusation and spoke to Leonard in a drawn-out, aria-like voice.

"This is probably the first time our Tarot Club has appeared in your sight."

"But it's okay, you'll remember us from now on."

"We will remember the 'Tarot Club,' and we will also remember the god we worshipped, the great... Mr. Fool."

"Listen, the Tarot Club will take responsibility for this incident."

You fucking bastard!

Chapter 79 The Aurora Society's Priority Responsibility

"what!"

Klein felt like he was about to breathe out.

what are you saying!

What are you talking about?!

But Moraine ignored Klein, who was silently breathing on him.

“Remember this.” He patted Leonard on the shoulder. “You must remember this.”

After saying that, he lowered his hand, walked around Leonard, and headed behind Leonard, intending to transform into an insect and leave.

However, just as Morion was preparing to transform into an insect...

"It is forbidden to scatter insects here."

Moraine's attempt to transform into an insect failed and was banned.

This scene stunned Moraine, as did Klein and Leonard.

There are other people here?!

Neither Klein nor Leonard felt it.

"Hmm?" Morion turned his head and looked at the corner behind him. "I thought you weren't going to come out."

"You've been following me for days now, wouldn't it be better to just stay put?"

“Moreover, your behavior this time was really quite impolite,” Morion said, looking at the other person.

In the corner, a person emerged from the shadows, but neither Leonard nor Klein had noticed him before.

He was a handsome man.

He was dressed in a sharp suit and wore a top hat. His features were exquisite and flawless.

At this moment, his eyes gleamed with golden light, as if streaks of lightning were flashing within them, making his handsome face appear incredibly majestic.

However, his demeanor did not match this air of authority.

In contrast, his demeanor was much more elegant.

"Good evening, sir," he said in an aristocratic tone.

“I am Mr. Z from the Aurora Club.” He removed his top hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed gracefully forward. “I have been observing you for a long time.”

“I’ve noticed you ever since you first took action against these gangs in the dock area.”

"Wow, please don't say things that are easy to misunderstand," Morion waved his hand.

"Then let's just do it the same way as before, okay? It's fine if you want to observe me secretly, I'll just pretend I didn't notice you."

"It doesn't matter as long as you don't come home with me."

Mr. Z looked up at Morion.

Why are you distancing yourself from me like this?

“I was very sincere.”

“Of course, of course,” Moraine waved casually. “Of course I know you’re sincere.”

“That’s wonderful,” Mr. Z said, looking delighted. “I sincerely invite you to join our Aurora Club.”

His gaze swept over Moraine's entire body, passing over his features, physique, and the fluorescent stripes on his skin.

“I have been watching you for a long time. I have seen you knock down one fool after another with your fists, I have seen you cut off the limbs of the rebels, and I have seen you turn those people into hatcheries for insects.”

“I can sense the confusion in your heart; you need the Lord’s guidance.”

"We are kindred spirits."

“Haha.” Morion chuckled. “You don’t think I did those things just to vent my anger, do you?”

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you can join us…” Mr. Z was about to continue.

“I don’t want to,” Moraine interrupted him. “You’re right, but I refuse.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Z’s voice turned dejected. “I understand.”

"Many people have misunderstandings about us before they have heard the Lord's teachings."

"But it's okay, please believe me, you must believe me."

“If you are willing to listen to the Lord’s grace, you will surely be able to understand us.”

"Alright, alright, alright, I don't want to hear you yell anymore." Morion interrupted him again. "Is there anything else?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

“Alright.” Mr. Z shook his head again. “However, there is indeed one more thing.”

“What you did today has really gone too far. This time I simply can’t stay silent any longer.” He looked at Morion with a lingering gaze.

“I was hoping to give you more time to get used to it, but you really did something awful this time.” He looked like he was about to cry.

“The Tarot Society…” he repeated the name, then shook his head vigorously, “an organization I’ve never heard of.”

"I don't really care what kind of organization you are."

"but!"

"Our Aurora Society has the primary responsibility for disaster events, and your Tarot Society's attempt to take responsibility this time is an overreach of authority." His voice was firm and resolute.

You can't!

You can't do this!

"This is the only thing that absolutely cannot be done."

Mr. Z looked at Morion with an impassioned tone.

His face was instantly covered with a layer of fine, dark gold scales, which made his deep brown eyes appear lighter and slightly raised.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave swept outwards from him.