Gustave Roscel's secret journal? The Great Roscel? Indeed, only such matters would warrant the attention of a strength of the "Fool's" caliber... Audrey was momentarily stunned, yet soon found herself utterly unsurprised. It was said that the Great Roscel had once examined the "Inverted Stone," and that the secret cards he created concealed twenty-two divine pathways—something every high-tier strength would naturally care about! "Journal? Really a journal?" Aljere furrowed his brow, keenly noticing a subtle detail. The "Fool" spoke with certainty about Gustave Roscel's legacy being a journal. How did he know? How had he confirmed it? Could it be that he possessed the means to interpret the "Roscelian Secret Script"? In response to the "Hanged Man's" inquiry, Caine, having achieved his intended effect, leaned back against the chair, clasped his hands, and replied with a relaxed tone: "Let us provisionally treat it as a journal." "He neither denied it nor affirmed it." "Supposedly, the diary of Emperor Roscel—uh, the one written in his own invented secret script or symbols?" Audrey had heard other noble youths mention this, but never actually seen it firsthand, and was now curious enough to ask. "Yes," Aljere replied simply. "Some believe it to be a unique system of esoteric symbols, others think it an early form of pictographic script. Yet, to this day, no one has found the correct interpretation—at least, not within the scope of what I'm aware of." As he spoke, he glanced toward Cline, as if seeking confirmation, or perhaps doubting something himself. "It's evolved over several generations and no longer resembles its original pictographic form. According to your reasoning, how could it possibly be deciphered?" Cline remained calm, a quiet chuckle forming in his mind. As for the idea of treating these as esoteric symbols, it instantly brought to mind some absurd and amusing scenes: a dark, hooded evil wizard, rolling up his sleeves to reveal symbols etched on his arms—supposedly inherited from Emperor Roserel and said to possess mystical powers—two large, clear, simplified Chinese characters: "Cute and silly!" Klein's嘴角 slowly curled upward, his mood growing more pleasant. After hearing the description of "The Hangman," Audrey hesitated and said: "We don't understand these symbols or texts...how then can we convey them to you, Sir Fool? Or send them to someone else?" That was indeed a crucial question... I currently lack a means to discreetly receive things... Klein didn't rush to answer. His crossed hands had his thumb repeatedly separating and touching, then touching and separating again. Soon, he had a clear idea: since I could create temples and tables and chairs right here based on my own thoughts, could I not also allow others to directly transfer the content that appeared in their minds onto this page? Let's try it... At that moment, Odile and Aljere watched the "Knight of Pentacles" slowly straighten himself, shrouded in a thick gray mist: "Madam Justice, let's give it a try. Imagine a piece of text, and feel a strong desire to write it down—yes, take the pen beside you and write it on the paper." Before Odile had finished speaking, she noticed a yellow-brown sheepskin paper and a dark-red pen appearing right before her. With a mix of curiosity and wonder, she picked up the pen and, as instructed, imagined in her mind a verse once written by Emperor Roscel: "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" (Note 1). After reviewing the text, she grasped the pen and resolved to bring it all into clear form. Klein sensed this "emotion" and, using the "pen" as a medium, guided it. As Audrey lowered the pen, she saw a new line of words appear on the vellum: "If winter comes, can spring be far off?" "Ah, goddess, this is truly magical!" Audrey exclaimed, filled with wonder. Then, she turned to Klein with a sense of fear: "Mr. Fool, can you read my thoughts?" "No, I am merely a facilitator who has simplified the process of you writing words down, transforming it into an imprinting method. If you yourself are unwilling to express them, no trace will appear," Klein said in a calm, steady voice. "Ah, so then, all we need to do is remember the appearance of these symbols or secret scripts, and whenever we wish, we can directly bring them into presence?" Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and asked, now enlightened. "Yes," Klein replied briefly. "This is indeed a wonderful approach, Madam Justice. Don't doubt your memory—once you become an 'Observer,' you'll see significant improvement in this regard." Aljer, having witnessed the earlier attempt, found the ' Fool' to be more enigmatic and powerful than he had imagined. He believed that his own memory would grow substantially with the upcoming promotions. To this, Audrey warmly nodded: "This is most encouraging, Mr. The Hanged Man. What further guidance do you have for me as an 'Observer'?" Turning then to the figure at the head of the table, she added, "Mr. The Fool, I will strive to fulfill your tasks and gather as many of the Emperor Rossel's secret diaries as possible." "I've always believed in equitable exchange," said Caine, speaking calmly and with the demeanor of someone not inclined to treat children unfairly. "The payment I made earlier only covered two pages per person. Should there be any surplus, I will add further compensation." As for where the additional compensation comes from—of course, it's the secret diary of the new Emperor Roscel, which will create a virtuous cycle. "You are truly a generous man," Aljer murmured, pausing for a few seconds, placing a hand to his chest, and then bowing slightly. After the bow, he turned to "Justice" and said: "Let me reiterate: the audience is always merely the audience." "I know that many audience members imagine themselves as protagonists or other characters, investing deeply in the drama—crying with it, laughing with it, becoming angry with it, and grieving with it—yet this is not what your role as an 'audience member' should entail." "Facing the countless 'dramas' of everyday society, and encountering individuals—whether conscious or unconscious—who embody specific roles, you must maintain an absolutely detached, observational stance. Only then can you calmly and objectively examine them, noticing their habitual gestures, detecting their telltale signs of lying, sensing their underlying tension, and grasping their true thoughts through subtle, nuanced clues." "Believe me, each person naturally secretes different 'things' and emits distinct scents depending on their emotional state. Yet only a true 'audience' can perceive these differences." "Once you become emotionally involved, your observations are inevitably affected, and your perception of others' emotions begins to shift." Audrey listened intently, her eyes growing increasingly bright: "That sounds, truly, incredibly interesting!" At the head of the table, Crane felt a spark of insight: The essence of the 'Audience' potion seemed to boil down to being 'a completely neutral observer.' This is equivalent to a certain degree of performance... performance? Does the Emperor Roessler mean exactly this by "performance"? Then I need to embody the role of a "seer" in order to gradually absorb the potion? While Caine was pondering, Alder finished explaining the "audience's" requirements and paused, saying: "Nothing seems to be missing, does it?" "Perhaps we could simply chat casually, sharing what's happening around us. What might be ordinary to us could be a crucial clue to someone else." "Agreed," Caine replied, gently nodding. He had already decided to try embodying the role of a "seer"—it seemed unlikely to have any negative consequences. "Then let's start with Mr. The Hangman," Odile expressed interest. Alder thought for a moment and said: "The sea pirate who claims to be the General of Ludeville has once again begun his voyage toward the easternmost reaches of Sunia Sea." "Hmm, the owner of the *Black Tulip*?" Audrey asked, hesitating. "Yes," Aljer nodded. I actually don't know who it is... Klein listened silently, considering what news to share—something that wouldn't reveal his own identity but would still yield valuable information. Soon, he made his decision, maintaining the air of deep reserve befitting the "Fool," his fingers gently tracing the edge of the bronze table. "To my knowledge, the Conclave has lost a set of notes from the Antigonus family." This information wasn't confined to the night watchmen of Tinggen City—the Conclave itself, as well as its closely connected extraordinary individuals, were aware of it. "The Antigonus family's notes?" Aljer repeated, shaking his head with a quiet smile. "I'm genuinely curious how the Night Goddess's Church will react upon hearing this." Why specifically the Church of the Night Goddess? Klein sensed the implication immediately, yet hesitated to voice it. That would undermine the image of the "Fool" as enigmatic and profound. At this moment, Audrey hesitated and asked, "Why are you curious about this? Does the Church of the Night Goddess have any special response?" Alger smiled and replied, "The Antigonus family was indeed extinguished by the Church of the Night Goddess." "Whether it was toward the end of the Fourth Age or the early days of the current era, I'm not entirely sure." This... Caine's eyes narrowed, and a sudden chill surged through him: "Then it seems the Night Watchers hold the Antigonus family's records in far greater esteem than I had imagined!" They proposed that I become a Supernatural Being—not merely because of my contributions or for the sake of preventing future dangers—but primarily because they hope I will enhance my inspiration, which will aid in uncovering the records. "Point taken by the captain, who didn't hesitate to mention it, though I didn't pay much attention at the time..." Hearing the explanation from "The Pendulum," Audrey expressed keen interest: "I never expected something like this to exist..." "Alright, my turn. Let me think of what to say." She slightly tilted her head, resting her hand on her forehead, and smiled lightly: "Yesterday, my etiquette teacher was teaching me how to faint—how to faint gracefully and politely, a practical skill for navigating awkward situations and avoiding unpleasant individuals in social settings... Hmm, I was just organizing my thoughts. What I truly wanted to say is that since our defeat at the Battle of Bayland's Coast, the king, the prime minister, and all the gentlemen have been under immense pressure, and there's now a strong desire for change."