Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chen Chen returned to the mansion close to evening.

The butler, Maurice, handed over today's letter.

Two bills and a delivery notice from a pharmacy.

The moonstone extract and silverleaf chrysanthemum extract have been delivered and placed in the receiving area at the back door.

The gold-rimmed spectacles and silver-chained pocket watch were assembled. The gold frame gleamed with a warm, dark light in the candlelight, and the crystal lenses were as clear as water. The silver chain of the pocket watch extended from the case and fastened to hooks on the temples of the spectacles; the links made a crisp sound when lifted.

Chen Chen wrapped the wooden box in a piece of dark velvet cloth, then wrapped it in kraft paper and tied it tightly with hemp rope.

Then simply offer it as a sacrifice to Klein, who will then pass it on.

After finishing these tasks, Chen Chen reopened the account book.

After paying for the white crystal, the pure gold frame blank, and the auxiliary materials, a portion of the two thousand gold pounds deposit remained.

He divided the remaining amount into three parts.

One deposit is returned to the bank to cover the operating expenses of the factory and clinic for the next few months.

A document was assigned to the steward, Morris, to instruct the pharmacy and mineral merchants to continue procuring some of the auxiliary materials needed by the Sequence Six Tracers.

The third set of auxiliary materials is used for preparing the Sequence 5 Life-Saving Priest.

The main ingredient for Sequence Six, the Light Tracer, is the glowing organ on the head of the albino anglerfish, called the rostrum, which needs to be found deep in the Sunia Sea.

He put down his pen and closed the ledger.

Audrey's compensation covered most of the expenses in the lower sequences, but after sequence six, material costs and procurement difficulties would jump a notch.

With our current income, we can't fill that gap.

However, with Miss Justice's help, it shouldn't be a big problem.

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That afternoon, Chen Chen packed a tin box into his luggage bag.

Daly Simone.

Sequence Seven psychics, Death Path, spend their lives dealing with cemeteries, corpses, and the dead.

Soul Vine Flowers only bloom on the night of a full moon in cemeteries or on the edge of ancient battlefields, which is just right for Daly.

More importantly, he needed to hand her a time-travel coin; buying materials from her was just a side effect of the situation.

As for whether she is still in Tingen City, or whether she might miss me when she goes there...?

Chen Chen had already asked Ariana, so how could he not have met her?

The train departed at dusk that day.

It was already dark when we arrived in Tingen.

Chen Chen found a hotel near the station and stayed there. He got up early the next morning.

Zotland Street was shrouded in a thin morning mist.

The fog wasn't as thick as in Backlund; it was more like the dampness that had accumulated overnight and hadn't yet been dispelled by the sun.

The night watchman's quarters, a gray stone building.

Chen Chen pushed open the door to the archives room, and the copper bell rang softly.

Daly Simone sat on the other side of the table.

She wore a loose-fitting black robe with a hood, silver chains wrapped around her wrists, and white crystal pendants hanging from the edges of her cuffs, reflecting soft light in the sunlight.

The heavy blue eyeshadow and dark blush deliberately suppressed the originally youthful face, creating a gloomy look unique to a psychic.

Chen Chen sat down across the table and placed his duffel bag at his feet.

"Hello, I am Price Dust."

"The higher-ups specifically sent word that I need to cooperate with you to undergo a psychological evaluation."

"To be honest, in all my years as a night watchman, this is the first time I've ever had a psychologist come to my door. Dr. Price is no ordinary person."

Chen Chen took off his top hat, revealing a gentle smile, and took out his notebook and pen in a serious manner.

"Ms. Ariana believes that the Tingen night watch is chronically understaffed, and the mental burden on the team members is a cause for concern. As a psychic, Ms. Daly is in constant contact with corpses and the dead, and her accumulated mental exhaustion is more subtle than that of ordinary team members. That's why this exchange took place."

When Dai Li heard Chen Chen's boastful words, she frowned, but then relaxed her brows.

Ariana personally arranged the psychological evaluation, leaving her no room to refuse.

"Let's talk then."

Dai Li leaned back slightly, relaxing against the back of the chair.

"Where does Dr. Price want to begin?"

Chen Chen opened his notebook.

The pen cap was unscrewed, and the nib hovered above the paper.

"Sleep status."

Dai Li blinked, crossed her legs, and the hem of her black robe swayed gently with the movement.

"Irregular schedule. I work all night when there's a case, and catch up on sleep when there isn't. Occasionally I dream about residual images of spirits at the crime scene, and I can still remember fragments when I wake up. It's a common problem for psychics."

Chen Chen didn't delve any deeper, after all, he was just an imposter now, and turned a page in the notebook.

"How long has Ms. Daly been staying in Tingen?"

"The support missions were intermittent, with some patrols passing through Port Engmat, Constance, and Stohn..."

Seeing that the time was right, Chen Chen capped his pen, closed his notebook, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

"From what I understand, Ms. Daly has already reached Sequence 7 at such a young age; she must be capable of being transferred to Backlund, right?"

Dai Li's previously relaxed expression suddenly stiffened.

"There are many cases in Tingen. Necromantic contamination is frequent, and there is a shortage of night watchmen. Every now and then, there are new cases that require psychic support."

"In other places, I might only need to go out on fieldwork once every six months, but here in Tingen, I can go two or three times a quarter. After staying here for a while, I've become familiar with the place, and I even have a spare key made for the archives."

Chen Chen maintained that subtle smile as he looked at Dai Li, who felt somewhat embarrassed by his gaze.

"What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Hmm... since Ms. Daly has asked... does Ms. Daly have someone she likes?"

Dai Li lowered her crossed legs, and the hem of her black robe gently fell to her ankles, no longer swaying.

"The doctor asked really direct questions."

Chen Chen tucked the pen back into his chest pocket and leaned back slightly against the chair.

His gaze remained steady on Dai Li's face, neither urging her nor looking away.

The only sound in the archives room was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Seeing Chen Chen's persistent and inquisitive attitude, Dai Li's eyelids twitched slightly.

She turned her head and shifted her gaze to the gray stone wall outside the window, a faint blush spreading across her ears.

"There are so many people in the team, which one are you referring to as the doctor?"

"Of course, it's because of Ms. Daly's reason for staying in Tingen."

When Dai Li met Chen Chen's gaze, the composure she had shown in her eyes, hidden beneath the blue eyeshadow, had vanished.

Chen Chen withdrew his hands, interlacing his fingers, and Dai Li finally understood the mischievous glint in Chen Chen's eyes.

"However, Ms. Daly is so young, the cases and resources she can access in Backlund are far greater than what she can get here. The process of applying to be transferred back to headquarters is also not complicated."

"I am a Sequence 7 psychiatrist. There's no need to hide anything. I think... you understand what I mean."

Under the table, Dai Li's hands were already silently clenching the hem of her skirt, and the heavy blush and eyeshadow concealed the youthful flush.

The morning mist outside the window is thinning, and sunlight shines through it, making the stone pavement shimmer with a faint watery glow.

"It's Captain Dunn Smith."