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

"Congratulations, Mr. Singer."

At the same time, he also noticed that the dazzling stars behind the other person's high-backed chair were moving rapidly and recombining into a symbol representing the sun.

“Thank you, Mr. Fool,” Derrick replied immediately.

Then he turned to Morion.

"Thank you for your formula. I will now present the textbook to you."

"You're welcome." Morion smiled and gently raised his hand. "No need to rush, we can talk about it during the meeting."

“Okay,” Derrick nodded.

When Derrick the Sun bought the formula, Moraine didn't charge him; she wanted the textbook from Silver City instead.

At this moment, Klein chuckled softly:

"Let's start the party. Remember, it'll be around this frequency, or rather, the intervals."

As he spoke, he made contact with the crimson star that symbolized "justice" and the "Hanged Man," pulling the two members back into the magnificent palace that resembled the dwelling of a giant.

As soon as Audrey could see the scene before her, she greeted everyone in a cheerful tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. I have another page of Emperor Roselle's diary here."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tower. I have obtained the materials you requested. May I ask if we can exchange them for the potion recipe?"

“Of course,” Morion said, sitting sideways in his chair with one arm draped over the back. “I can tell you the recipe right now.”

“Okay,” Audrey nodded lightly, “then I’ll submit my diary to Mr. Fool first.”

With that, she materialized the diary with Klein's help and handed it over to him.

Morion, on the other hand, manifested the potion recipes for "Mind Reader" and "Psychotherapist," and pushed them across the bronze table to Audrey on the other side.

Audrey quickly caught the potion recipe, picked it up, and read it carefully, trying to memorize it so that she wouldn't forget it.

With the help of the Fool Klein, Derrick materialized a textbook that was neither too thick nor too thin.

"Wow, so many?" Morion reached out and took the textbook, flipping through it with a puzzled look.

This is at least thirty or forty pages long.

"To avoid losses to the people of Silver City, most of the content in the textbooks needs to be memorized."

Derrick answered seriously.

Of course, while Little Sun can memorize thirty or forty pages at a time, while Audrey can only memorize three or four pages, this does not mean that the singer is better at memorizing than the audience.

Derrick remembered it as “writing,” the language they were used to.

Audrey, on the other hand, memorized "pictures," words she had never seen before, relying entirely on rote memorization to remember each crooked stroke.

Moreover, these were things Derrick had already memorized, and after becoming an Extraordinary, he spent another week carefully memorizing them, and he finally managed to memorize the entire book.

“Hmm, impressive.” Morion nodded and began flipping through the pages.

Klein, after obtaining the diary, also began reading it.

"July 8th..."

A temporary silence fell over the gray fog.

The contents of the diary are indeed quite important, involving some high-sequence matters.

Unfortunately, Morion had already covered all of this at the Tarot meeting, so Klein had absolutely no interest in it.

He now reads Russell's diary purely as pornography.

Klein quickly finished reading his diary.

He glanced at Morion and noticed that he was turning pages very quickly, in just one or two seconds.

"You can talk freely now." He nodded to the others.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," glanced at Morion and, seeing that he didn't seem inclined to speak, immediately spoke first:

“Mr. Fool, Ms. Justice, Mr. Tower. I have obtained new intelligence. 'Hurricane Admiral' Zilingus has infiltrated Backlund to complete a difficult mission. He may stay there for a long time and commit horrific atrocities. In addition, I also know that this matter involves a very important item that can help Zilingus quickly become a high-sequence powerhouse.”

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Morion.

He said this to Morion, hoping to pique his interest.

"Hmm." Morien hummed softly as she flipped through the book, indicating that she was listening.

Alger nodded and continued:

"Of course, these are all my speculations. The intelligence I received is this: Zilingus believes that once he completes the commission and obtains that item, he will soon be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Four Kings, turning the 'Four Kings' of the sea into 'Five Kings,' and reducing the number of pirate generals from seven to six."

Although Derrick Berg, the author of "The Sun," couldn't understand the events described by "The Hanged Man" at all, and didn't know who was who, he still listened attentively, feeling as if a new door to the world was opening up before his eyes.

The sea...

Beyond the land forsaken by the gods lies the legendary ocean.

Derrick said to himself.

Mr. Hanged Man, Miss Justice...

This is very important intelligence; it could be exchanged for valuable items, or intelligence of equal importance. And they just blurted it out like that?

Hmm, they seem to lack understanding of this matter and the necessary common sense...

Perhaps I should remind them...

After Alger finished speaking, he turned to look at Morion.

"So, Mr. 'Tower,' are you somewhat tempted?"

“I remember you have a family.”

"If it's a family, then there should be family members who need to undergo training."

"You may not value demigod-level items, but your descendants may need them."

Moraine gently closed the book in her hand and nodded.

"you're right."

"Perhaps my children would be interested."

"We'll see when the time comes."

“But I have a guess about the item you mentioned.” He looked at Alger. “You don’t need to try to pique my interest; I can guess what he will get.”

"Just a blasphemous card, that's about it," Moraine said with complete indifference.

A blasphemous card...that's all...is that all?

Alger felt a little uneasy.

What he had been pursuing was merely “merely…” in Mr. Tower’s eyes.

But soon, Moraine tapped on the table, drawing Alger's attention.

“You don’t need to envy him.” Morion looked around and said to the other members, “The Blasphemous Token simply records a divine path. What’s there to envy?”

He snapped his fingers, and a stone slab immediately appeared behind him, with illegible characters shrouded in gray mist.

“Look, the 2.5th blasphemous stone tablet.”

He announced.

Chapter 86 The Messenger

Desecrating the stone slab!

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Morion's back.

The Fool Klein remained motionless behind the gray fog, his expression hidden.

Alger's body stiffened, Audrey covered her mouth with both hands, and Derrick craned his neck, trying to make out the words shrouded in gray mist on the stone slab.

Justice, the Hanged Man, and the Sun are all trying to decipher the writing on it, except for Klein.

He glanced at it and then looked away, seemingly unconcerned.

Morion created objects above the gray fog using his abilities.

He knew very well that there was nothing written on it, only a few blurry patterns.

Although Klein did not doubt that Morion could indeed write a "2.5th blasphemous tablet," at least this time he was lazy and simply pasted an image.

However, the other three thought differently; they simply believed that they were not yet qualified to read the text clearly.

This...this is utter blasphemy...

Even Alger, whose faith was not at all firm, subconsciously felt a shiver and restrained himself from striking his left chest with his right hand and making a gesture of prayer to the Lord of Storms.

But...but...

He raised one hand and pinched the lower half of his face, trying to suppress his trembling body and ecstatic heart.

Zylingus, oh Zylingus...

A single card of blasphemy has made you so excited and arrogant, believing you can stand shoulder to shoulder with the four kings of the sea.

But I am different.

I'm different!

I really made the right choice coming to this tarot session!

Moraine's somewhat nonchalant voice rang out once again.

"This is a 'blasphemous tablet' that I created based on my own memory. It certainly can't compare to the original, but I can guarantee that the content on it is more extensive and more authentic than any other blasphemous tablet you know."

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, making all the "words" on the stone slab disappear, as if they had been erased by an eraser, leaving only a bare stone slab.

He grinned.

"So you don't need to envy anyone."

“Here, your potential will definitely exceed your previous expectations.”

He glanced at Alger.