Audrey recalled her father and brother's words about the current situation, adding her own thoughts: "They believe the current government structure is overly chaotic. After every election, whenever there's a change in party leadership, a wave of new personnel is introduced from top to bottom, resulting in constant disruption and extremely low efficiency. This not only contributes to military setbacks but also brings significant inconvenience to the people." Their sensitivity must be truly sluggish—perhaps after being bitten by black mosquitoes, they don't even feel the itch for a full year. Black mosquitoes are a creature native to the southern regions of the Kingdom of Run, renowned for their potent venom, often making people itch so badly they feel compelled to scratch their skin raw. Audrey extended her palm to cover her mouth, ignoring the "Hanged Man's" mockery, and delivered the core of her message: "Unfortunately, they currently lack a viable alternative to this system." Kaine listened quietly, sensing that the conversation had entered his area of expertise, and offered a gentle smile. "This is actually a straightforward issue." The Great Gourmand Empire and the decaying nation that emulates it have both successfully implemented advanced models in this regard. "Straightforward?" Audrey asked, slightly surprised. Though her formal education did not include political studies, having frequently listened to her father and brother's discussions on such matters, she possessed a solid understanding of the broader context. Caine seemed to have returned to the forum of old, speaking calmly: "Examinations are much like university entrance exams—public examinations held for all, which can be conducted in two or three rounds, objectively identifying the elite." "But..." Audrey had a clear sense of the resistance this would provoke. Before she could gather her thoughts, Caine continued: "Then, these elite individuals would be appointed to key administrative positions—such as the cabinet, county governments, city administrations, and various town offices—positions where actual work is done, like senior cabinet secretaries." "Specific requirements for different roles can be addressed separately and distinctly in the second or third rounds, with specialized assessments entrusted to professionals." "And the political positions—such as ministers, county governors, and mayors—will remain the domain of the winning political parties, the rightful share of their cake." Alger, who had shown little interest in the issue, unconsciously turned his head and listened attentively, while Audrey furrowed her brows, deep in thought. "Don't rush to replace everyone at once—otherwise the cabinet and local governments will collapse. Instead, hold examinations annually or every three years, gradually rotating personnel. Then, based on the kingdom's expansion and vacancies caused by resignations or retirements among government employees, adjust the number of positions systematically," said Cline, fully showcasing his keyboard politician's flair, and finally laid a hand flat on the table. "This approach will ensure that the kingdom's most knowledgeable and capable elites are integrated into the government, and regardless of which political party comes to power or who holds the ministerial posts, the civil servants will ensure the kingdom maintains a stable and relatively efficient operation." Of course, the downside is the emergence of bureaucracy—the ever-present demon. While pondering, Audrey asked with a touch of curiosity, "So even if the ministers become scruffy, bushy-haired baboons, the system won't be significantly affected?" "No," Aljere interjected. "I believe the curly-haired baboon is a better choice than the current minister." He paused and added, "After all, the curly-haired baboon only needs to eat, sleep, and mate—no foolish ideas, no senseless plans driven by lack of thought." Mr. The Hangman, it sounds as though you have a rather unsatisfactory superior... Clary sat at the head of the table, smiling and shaking his head. Audrey reflected on Mr. The Fool's earlier description, and only after a moment did she exclaim in astonishment: "This actually sounds quite effective." "Simple, yet highly effective!" she turned to Clary, sincerely praising him. "Mr. The Fool, you must be a seasoned, wise elder!" ...Clary's lips twitched slightly. He glanced at Mr. The Hangman and Mr. Justice, and after a few seconds of silence, said, "Then let us conclude this gathering here." "If the Lady Justice can influence her relatives and help bring this about, I'll proactively guide Bensin, giving him the opportunity to become a civil servant. Indeed, Bensin seems quite well-suited for that role. However, Lady Justice would likely not take the initiative herself, as that would allow me, in conjunction with my inquiries to the Lady Temperance, to fairly deduce her true identity. Of course, she could take a more indirect route and employ a more subtle approach. 'In accordance with your will,' both Audrey and Aljer rose simultaneously. Klein leaned back slightly, severing the connection, and watched as the ethereal, blurred forms of Lady Justice and Lady Temperance rapidly dissolved. Above the gray mist, within the grand hall resembling a divine sanctuary, only he remained seated quietly at the head of the bronze table. Klein did not, as he had last time, immediately sink into the gray mist and depart, because, now a非凡 being, he still retained sufficient mental strength. He decided to end their meeting earlier because he now understood the "Night Watcher's" true stance on the Antigonous family's notes. He wanted to appear as if he were actively seeking them out, rather than simply collapsing into bed, which might raise suspicion among Dunn-Smith and the others about what he might have been up to at home. Moreover, today's findings were far from meager. Yet he hadn't been eager to make a bold move before, since he didn't know what kind of identity or attitude the new recruit would bring. After all, not everyone could quickly integrate like "Justice" or "The Hanged Man," who, due to their distinct personalities, naturally found their footing and mutually benefited—willing to keep certain things hidden. If the recruit were someone like Dunne Smith, then his newly formed "mysterious organization" would immediately come under the "Church's scrutiny." As the chief of the "Evil" organization, his own prospects would be severely compromised. ——Caine understood that this particular fog was exceptionally unique, recognizing it could not be "resolved" by extraordinary individuals of Dunne Smith's caliber. The issue, however, was that once one possessed such extraordinary abilities, one could no longer ignore the presence of the divine. Klein currently cautiously believes that the seven orthodox deities truly exist, though he leans more toward the idea that they are merely a bit stronger and more powerful than the higher-order beings, subject to certain strict limitations—since the Fifth Age, aside from a few prophecies, they have not manifested any notable deeds. "Hm, forcing people into situations is also not ideal—no one enjoys being unexpectedly drawn into mysterious events... Perhaps we should just wait and see," Klein sighed, standing up. He expanded his spiritual awareness, sensing the presence of his own body, and then began to mimic the sensation of rapid, heavy descent. At once, the light and shade around him shifted; the gray mist and deep red hues receded, and Klein seemed to penetrate an endless membrane of water, finally seeing the real world, the dimly lit room around him. This time, he was fully awake, experiencing the process with genuine attention. "Strange... the gray mist and the ethereal realm still feel a bit different," Klein moved his arms and hands, feeling the true solidity of flesh and blood. He pondered seriously, then shook his head and walked over to the desk, reaching out to pull the curtain. Swish! The curtain retreated, sunlight poured in, filling the room with brightness. Gazing out at the bustling street beyond the slightly bulging window, at the pedestrians coming and going, Caine took a deep breath and murmured silently, "Time to get out and work." "How shall I play the role of a seer?" "This can't be rushed... for now, I still only possess the gift of vision..." ... Beckland, Queens District. Audrey Hall saw herself in the mirror, noticed the flushed cheeks and eyes bright enough to make one look away. She didn't pause to examine these details, but quickly recalled the past moments, then picked up the pen set with gemstones, swiftly writing down the recipe for the "Audience" potion on the fine leather paper: "80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of colchicine essence, 13 grams of powdered roots of the cow's tooth芍, 7 petals of elven flowers, a pair of mature Manhara fish's eyes, 35 milliliters of black fish blood "Ah… Audrey exhaled, carefully reviewing the pages several times before finally confirming everything was accurate. She felt a renewed urge to dance, yet reminded herself to remain composed. She began writing down the names of various chemical substances around the potion recipe, transforming the page into a cluttered, seemingly disorganized scientific document. Hmm, as long as people didn’t deliberately read closely or browse casually, they’d surely miss the details I’ve hidden… Excellent! Audrey praised herself mentally, then shifted her focus to securing the materials: "First, I’ll check the family’s several vaults. For any missing items, I’ll see if I can exchange them with others… "If that still falls short, I’ll have to rely on the Fool and the Hanged Man during the next gathering… What will I offer them in return?" After a moment’s reflection, Audrey closed her notebook, placed it on the small bookshelf in the bedroom, and then briskly made her way to the door, opening it. A golden retriever was sitting patiently outside. Audrey's lips curled upward, radiating a smile as bright as the sun: "Suzie, your task has been executed beautifully!" "In the serialized stories in the newspaper, the detective is always accompanied by a capable assistant. I think, truly, the real 'audience' also needs to be followed by a large dog~"