As his gaze swept across, Caine spotted the man inquiring about the cow's tooth peony. Standing just under a meter away, the man wore a black suit, a matching half-crown hat, a silver-handled cane in his hand, and gold-framed spectacles on his nose—elegant and refined. "Yes, would you like it? This small jar is three sols," the vendor said, draped in a deep black robe with a distinctly esoteric flair. With a hint of yellow at his temples and the spectacles adding to his polished demeanor, the man paused and asked, "Could it be a bit cheaper? I'm also purchasing other materials—like the white-edged sunflower petals in this bottle." After a few seconds of thought, the vendor replied with some hesitation, "Two sols and six pence. I believe you won't find a better price anywhere." Seeing that the man in the gold-framed spectacles had not only bought the cow's tooth peony but also the white-edged sunflower petals and other supplies, Caine immediately felt his earlier concerns had been overthought. Nevertheless, he gently tapped his brow twice and used his spiritual sight to scan the man once more. No problem. He's in good health, his mood is quite stable—Mr. Chen, you should keep that up... Klein shifted his gaze, turned his body, and looked back at the stall selling handmade amulets. In his pupils, the amulets came into sharp focus—some made of pure silver, others of iron, and a few of gold. Yet among them, only a handful displayed a faint aura—some a deep crimson, others a pale white, a few a warm golden hue. This indicated that these amulets had already begun to develop a spiritual essence, suggesting that these particular pieces indeed held some efficacy! Just a moment ago, Klein had examined them carefully and confirmed that the stall owner possessed a solid foundation in esoteric knowledge: He had correctly matched the sources of power to the specific incantations, and the materials chosen for each source of power were precisely appropriate. Certainly, a mere mystic enthusiast would inevitably fall short. Kline found that the vendors had only a superficial understanding of the incantations themselves—merely translating the request into Hermetic grammar according to the rules of the language did not constitute a true incantation. True incantations must adhere to specific formats and follow distinct internal patterns. Furthermore, when it came to selecting appropriate symbolic representations for the incantations and their sources of power, the vendors made varying degrees of errors, so that among dozens of amulets, only a handful—perhaps just a few—were entirely correct and emitted a subtle "glow." As for the effectiveness of these few, Kline could only say that at least they were better than nothing. Truly effective amulets required the artisan to channel their own spiritual essence forth, visibly and powerfully, as it flowed through the blade during the carving of both the incantation and the symbols. To achieve even better results, ritual magic would need to be employed as an auxiliary element. These two requirements were nearly beyond the reach of ordinary extraordinary beings. Klein thoughtfully tapped his brow and with his black staff, lightly tapped the upper left corner of the stall twice, asking, "How much for these two?" He wasn't referring to the initial protective amulets that already displayed a visible aura color, but rather to the unfinished ones—only in shape, without any inscribed incantations or symbolic motifs. For Klein, there was absolutely no need to purchase the weaker ones; his real objective was to transform these half-finished pieces into genuine amulets. Hmm. One for Bensen, one for Melissa—both to ward off misfortunes... mine could be made using materials provided by the Night Watch team... sigh. Perhaps I've been influenced too much by Old Neil—these kinds of considerations no longer carry any sense of guilt at all. Klein's thoughts drifted as he watched the stallholder pick up the two unfinished silver amulets. These two silver amulets—one elongated with a hollow center, surrounded by clusters of angelic feathers that are intricately carved and exceptionally beautiful, and the other simple and unadorned, with minimal embellishment, featuring a vertical stroke symbolizing night and a circular motif representing deep crimson—captivated the visually oriented Caine immediately. "The one over there costs six sols," the vendor said, a quiet middle-aged man who pointed to the more elaborate piece. He paused, then ran his fingers over the simpler one. "This one is five sols and three pence." "Too expensive, really. In fact, they're still quite distant from being true amulets," Caine remarked, accustomed to being guided in negotiation by Bensen and Melissa. After a series of back-and-forth discussions, he secured the two pieces for five sols six pence and four sols nine pence respectively. Hmm, for now, they can still only be considered silver ornaments, Caine thought to himself. And these ten sures and three pence were deducted from the divination club's finally received funding (five pounds). Just as Caine was about to take up the two silver ornaments and put them into his pocket, intending to move on to other stalls, he suddenly heard a soft, fresh voice: "Sir, why don't you buy a finished amulet?" Caine turned to see the inquirer was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a pale yellow dress adorned with several lace elements, holding a lightweight hat embroidered with ribbon. "Because I'd like to make my own amulet," Caine replied gently, "as that's the wish of every enthusiast of the esoteric arts." He didn't want the stallholder to think he was coming to take over their business, though he had also been considering whether to eventually earn some extra income from this craft. The girl had naturally curly brown hair and a charming baby-faced appearance, her eyes a soft blue, earnestly asking: "May I ask you how to choose an amulet?" Well, I was brought here by a friend. I've come several times and have developed an interest in esoteric studies, though I still don't know much about it. My friend will turn sixteen soon, and I'd like to choose a talisman for her—as a surprise, I haven't brought her along. I've consulted with her beforehand, but I can't quite recall many of the key points." Sir Kline smiled politely. "Then, what kind of talisman would you like? One to ward off misfortunes? One to protect against illness? One to bring financial prosperity? Different needs draw upon different sources of power—specifically, different deities—and each deity corresponds to a particular star, which in turn relates to a specific material." "For instance, the incantation to ward off misfortunes belongs to the Queen of Misfortune and Fear, also known as the Goddess of Night. As esoteric enthusiasts, we all know that the Goddess of Night is symbolized by the moon, and the metal associated with the moon is pure silver." "So, if we want to avoid misfortunes, we should choose silver amulets inscribed with the appropriate incantations." Moreover, the language of the incantation must be correct, the format must be accurate, the symbolic signs of the 'Queen of Misfortunes and Fears,' the numerological representations, magical seals, and all such elements must be precisely matched in their relative positions... But that's already quite complex—there's no need to go into all these details for you,克莱恩 thought silently. The young girl listened intently, her eyes shining with curiosity, and asked, "As a devotee of a goddess, can one wear amulets from other deities?" "There's no issue at all—deities don't mind such small matters,"克莱恩 reassured her. By "no issue," he meant the wearer; however, the maker must be careful. A devotee of the Storm Sovereign who creates an amulet of the Eternal Sun would likely encounter strong disapproval. Of course, this applies only to amulets requiring ritual magic in their creation—others are entirely unaffected. The young girl clearly exhaled in relief: "I hope this is a charm that brings her good health—among the deities, which one should I choose? The Ever-Burning Sun, the Earth Mother, or the Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom?" "Both the Ever-Burning Sun and the Earth Mother are solid choices," said Caine with a smile. "The Sun corresponds to the sun itself, while the Earth Mother is symbolized by the brown star." "The Sun's material is gold, and the brown star's metal is lead," he added. "I'd recommend the Sun—though I'm not sure if you've brought enough money." He made this suggestion because among the three initial charms that had begun to glow with spiritual essence, one was specifically a health charm from the Sun's domain. "It's not…," the girl began, then paused, her gaze alertly scanning the silent vendor waiting patiently. She thought for a moment, then asked, "Once the materials are settled, how do I recognize the incantations and symbolic signs?" "Do you know the Hermes script?" Caine inquired. "I've only been exposed to it for a while," she replied, somewhat shyly. "Then I'll help you with that," said Kline, pointing with his staff at the golden health amulet. "Whether it comes to incantations or symbolic signs, there's nothing at all amiss." The girl lifted her skirt, knelt slightly, and took the amulet whose edge was etched with patterns of sunlight—feeling it was warm and soothing, as if her very body had relaxed. "Thank you so much," she said, rising again and bowing gratefully. Kline chuckled heartily. "Now it's up to you two to communicate. I have other matters to attend to." As he spoke, he glanced at the vendor and noticed something odd in their eyes—seeming to hesitate whether or not to give him a discount. With a quiet smile, Kline let the matter drop and slowly made his way through the entire underground market, finding no truly exceptional materials. At that moment, old Neil had paid his bill and stepped out, still holding a dark wooden box. Seeing Kline's puzzled expression, he pointed toward another room at the far end. "If you'd like to buy or sell extraordinary materials, go there—nobody really wants to admit what extraordinary items they've acquired." "Understood," Kline nodded, as though pondering. With no immediate needs of his own, he walked alongside Old Neil toward the exit of the underground market. "How much do these elven flowers cost?" A sudden inquiry reached Kline's ears. Elven flowers... these were also one of the ingredients in the "Audience" potion. Kline's mind stirred; he glanced over and spotted the well-dressed man wearing gold-rimmed spectacles once again. "Nothing in particular," Old Neil asked, slightly puzzled. "Not really," Kline replied, drawing his gaze back. Although he was a near-member of the Night Watch team, he didn't feel that all the extraordinary beings had to be absorbed or detained—rather, it should depend on the situation. Indeed, the "audience" type posed little to no threat to society, the kingdom, or the world, and the likelihood of such a sequence-9 being unstable was quite low. "Klein asked with a good-hearted intention. The young lady shook her head vigorously: "No, I—I'm just too exhausted." At that moment, people getting off behind began to urge him, so Klein had to move on first. Only after he had steadied himself did he pay attention again to what had just happened, and he gently pressed his fingers against his brow twice, intending to confirm that the young lady truly wasn't in trouble. Should she indeed be suffering from a serious, impending illness, he would accompany her to the hospital. His "clairvoyance" activated, and the color of his aura manifested. Klein turned his body, preparing to look toward the composed and gentle young woman.