In the underground chamber without windows, Alger Wilson sat at a long table cluttered with vessels and sheepskin scrolls. A candle half-burnt stood before him, its dim, yellow flame casting shifting shadows and soft glimmers across the objects and the table's surface. His hair, wild and flowing like sea grass, was deep blue nearly black. Dressed in a long robe embroidered with lightning patterns, he held his hands clasped, thumbs touching, leaning forward to gaze intently at a bottle of black liquid on the left side of the candle. Woo! Woo! Woo! Hush! Hush! Hush! Occasionally, the sealed bottle emitted the roar of a gale, then the surge of the sea, while the liquid remained unspilled, and a delicate mist swirled and pulsed throughout, as though it had grown eyes and a mouth. Alger glanced at the clock on the wall and saw the hour hand pointing to three. He pressed gently at his temple, and suddenly his eyes darkened, while the various vessels on the table began to glow with a subtle radiance. At that very moment, he found deep red light surging forth like a tidal wave, appearing out of nowhere and instantly engulfing him! ………… In Beckettland, Queens District, the luxurious Hol family villa. After sending away the dance instructor, Audrey locked the door and sat straightly before the dressing table. Outside, the sunlight was bright and the flowers vividly colorful. A blank notebook, bound in delicate brown leather, lay quietly open on the table. To its right stood a steel pen, its tip golden and its body set with a red gemstone. Audrey tested it, confirming that as soon as she stepped away from the "gathering," she could swiftly pick up the pen and begin recording the recipe. "I'm so excited," she breathed, holding back her excitement and smiling at the mirror. Yet, she could not see her reflection—only a vivid, ethereal glow bursting forth from all around, and from within her! ………… Upon the gray mist, within the grand hall that seemed to be the dwelling of a giant king. Deep crimson blooms surge upward like a fountain, then cascade down in gentle streams, carving out two indistinct figures whose positions remain unchanged compared to the last time. Audrey, with her smooth golden hair and tall stature, instinctively turns her gaze toward the head of the table. There, within the dense gray mist, a figure leans back, one hand resting gently along the edge of the table, the other lightly brushing the chin. "Good afternoon, Sir Fool~!" Audrey calls out with a bright, cheerful tone. Then, she turns to the other side, speaking in the same lively manner: "Good afternoon, Sir Pendragon~!" How truly carefree she is—just confirmed I'm a good person, and now she's completely at ease? A well-protected noblewoman, surely? Klein smiles, maintaining his enigmatic demeanor, and replies, "Good afternoon, Miss Justice." As he speaks, he slightly lowers his head, then lifts his left hand, lightly tapping it twice against his brow. To his eyes, the scene appeared instantly different—he witnessed the radiant aura emanating from both "Justice" and "The Hangover!" The surrounding gray mist and deep red stars remained unchanged, neither revealing any seemingly intangible elements nor any clear, living luminous glimmers. Gently shifting his gaze, Caine observed that the colors of "Justice's" aura perfectly matched Elder Niel's description—red where it should be, purple where it should be, blue where it should be, white where it should be—and the luster was bright, the depth just right, clearly indicating a vibrant young woman. "Her emotional tones are red and yellow—joyful, passionate, energized," Caine judged, then turned his attention to "The Hangover." Like "Justice," the aura of "The Hangover" displayed no exceptional coloration, merely a blue emotional hue with a hint of orange. "Calm, thoughtful, cautious, and a touch of contentment?" Caine offered his conclusion, though, as this was his first attempt, he felt only a moderate degree of confidence. As he was about to shift his gaze, something strange suddenly caught his attention. The innermost aura of 'The Hanged Man' appeared perfectly unified in color and sensation! Cain focused his mind and examined it carefully, and faintly perceived a deep blue hue—like the sea—within the 'etheric body' of 'The Hanged Man,' evoking the feeling of strong winds and surging waves. "His 'stellar body'? Or rather, the surface of his 'stellar body'? It seems he is truly exceptional, perhaps even stronger than Old Neil." Cain's thoughts raced with questions. "Not necessarily—perhaps it's simply due to this unique environment, or because this is my home ground. I can perceive these qualities here, and Old Neil may not display them in the same way." He then turned to gaze once more at 'Justice,' confirming that this was indeed a trait reserved for extraordinary beings. At that moment, Alger had also completed his greetings. Audrey took a deep breath and asked with quiet anticipation, "Mr. The Hangman, have you received the box of ghost shark's blood?" Alger glanced at Caine, who gently tapped his brow as though thinking about something else. "Thank you so much—it perfectly meets all my expectations. I truly didn't expect you to deliver it so promptly. The ghost shark's blood is no ordinary extraordinary thing." Alger replied with ease. Audrey smiled modestly. "I'm delighted to see such a result." Since childhood, she had been drawn to the mysterious, and within the noble circles, she had cultivated a few friends with similar interests, exchanging information, books, and rare items. Yet, until now, no one had achieved supernatural abilities and become a true extraordinary being. A few princes had hinted that, should she become queen, they would grant her whatever gifts she desired. However, this time, the ghost shark blood was drawn directly from the family's treasury—after all, the list simply registered it as "a large bottle," without specifying the exact milliliters or whether it was full or not. She was confident that if she poured just a little less than half, no one would notice. Even if something went wrong and the matter came to light, her parents would certainly not hold it against her. Aljere once again glanced deeply at the Fool shrouded in gray mist, then turned back and smiled. "By agreement, I shall now reveal the recipe for the 'Audience' potion." "I'll prepare myself. Ready—let's begin." Odile took a deep breath and focused all her attention. "Low-sequence potions are quite simple: just add the ingredients in the given order. But remember, the quantities should be kept minimal—never excessive. Otherwise, serious issues arise. You've surely heard of extraordinary beings experiencing loss of control, no need for me to repeat that, have you?" Aljere first outlined the key points. Odile nodded gently. "I fully understand." As she spoke, she glanced at the "Knight of Cups" to see if he had any additions. Unfortunately, in her view, the enigmatic strongman remained quietly seated, as still as a statue. Aljer thought for a moment and said, "A little less doesn't necessarily mean too far off—should you have no assistants, I recommend spending time getting familiar with chemical experiments." "I do have a private tutor in this area," Odile replied without hesitation. Aljer then went on to explain the extent of deviation, before smoothly reciting: "The 'Audience,' Sequence 9 potion, 80 milliliters of distilled water, plus five drops of colchicine essence, plus thirteen grams of powdered Chinese yam root, plus seven petals of sprite flower, plus a pair of mature Manhara fish's eyes, plus thirty-five milliliters of black fish blood from the antlered fish. "The last two ingredients are the key components, both sourced from marine extraordinary species—handle them with care." "Understood." "Audrey repeated as she recalled, '80 milliliters of pure water, five drops of colchicum essence, 13 grams of cow's tooth—cow's tooth...'" "Peony powder," Alger offered a reminder. With Alger's assistance, Audrey gradually memorized the formula in the correct order, yet she remained uncertain, softly murmuring it over and over again. "Do you practice meditation?" seeing that "Justice" nodded, Alger continued, "I don't know what form of meditation you're familiar with, so let me describe it... After consuming the potion, begin meditating promptly and channel your spirit and strength. You must practice it daily to truly master the potion's power, uncover its symbolism, and reveal its deeper mysteries. Only then can you effectively mitigate the risk of losing control. The key to the potion's symbolism lies in its name—for instance, 'The Audience'!" Klein listened quietly to their conversation, originally intending to remain silent, merely absorbing and learning. But upon hearing this, a sudden thought struck him. Audrey listened intently to the explanation of the "Turned Over," preparing to ask a few detailed questions, when suddenly she heard a light tapping on the table. Both she and Aljer turned their heads simultaneously toward the "Emperor" Klein, seated at the head of the table. The enigmatic figure gently tapped his fingers and spoke in a low, resonant tone: "It's not about mastery—it's about digestion." "It's not about excavation—it's about performance." "The name of a potion is not merely symbolic; it is an image, and more importantly, a key to digestion." Audrey found herself both stunned and confused, not quite grasping what the Emperor meant. Subconsciously, she glanced at the "Turned Over" to observe his reaction, only to be startled to see him stiffen, his body suddenly frozen—as if a sudden, powerful thunderclap had struck a regular person. "Digest, embody... digest, embody... digest, embody, the key..." Aljer repeated it over and over, as if he had grasped some crucial insight—or had been struck by a strange enchantment. After a while, he lifted his head, his voice hoarse, and said: "Thank you, Sir Fool. Your hint is as precious to me as my own life. It has clarified many things for me, though I am certain I have not yet fully understood, fully grasped." "Alger nodded in agreement." "May I ask what you'd like me to do?" Kaine leaned back slightly, glanced at both sides, and spoke in a low, calm tone: "Collect the secret journal of Roxel Gustav—just one page, if possible."