"Alright," Leonard replied with a relaxed expression upon hearing Deneen's suggestion. Together with the others, he stepped out of the warehouse and moved toward the spot where the monster, Bibb, had "exploded," using that point as a center and gradually expanding outward in circles. "Captain, exactly what are we looking for?" Klein looked at the scattered, decaying flesh, suppressed his urge to recoil, and turned to Deneen Smith with a look of curiosity. Deneen didn't raise his head; he continued to gaze intently at the ground with his deep gray eyes. "Since Bibb awakened prematurely, lost control, and transformed into a monster, it means that Riel Bibb did not fully absorb the extraordinary powers provided by the notes. This indicates that some part of his body has accumulated extraordinary qualities, becoming a higher-grade material. Whenever you encounter a similar situation in the future, don't overlook it—this might just be a very significant 'item.' " Ah, now I understand," Klein nodded slightly, with growing clarity. In the meantime, another thought struck him: If the monster's particularly potent areas were some indescribable spots, wouldn't that be rather awkward? And wouldn't the preparation of potions afterward be terribly unpleasant? As Cline's thoughts drifted, Borgia, whose eyes were sharp as an eagle's, suddenly spoke: "Found it, cough." D'Enn, El, and the others immediately turned around and moved closer. Drawn by curiosity, Cline also hurried toward Borgia. Soon, he saw what was before Borgia—a gray-white mass the size of a fist, covered with grooves, soft and substantial, as if freshly extracted from a living brain. Although Cline couldn't yet discern the extraordinary nature of this gray-white object, he was certain that Borgia hadn't made a mistake simply because it had remained intact through the violent explosion. Deng carefully examined the object, then crouched down, flexing his right arm as he gently lifted the gray-white mass with his left hand, which was gloved in black. As soon as it was disturbed, the gray-white substance immediately spread out, transforming into a continuous, viscous liquid. At that moment, El. Hassen removed a square box of tin-iron color from his coat, took out the cigarettes one by one, and placed them in his pocket. Then, he handed the square box to Deng, smiling slightly. "I know you only love your pipe," he said. Deng gave a short "hmm," accepted the box, and poured the gray-white, viscous liquid into it for temporary storage. After securing this item, he and Lortaca conducted a quick search of the scene. Once satisfied that nothing had been missed, they left the area and stepped outside, where the horses were now restlessly pawing at the ground, nearly breaking free from their reins. "I'll drive," said Borghia, pressing his fingers to his mouth and clearing his throat lightly. "I know you're good at calming animals," El smiled and nodded. Once aboard the carriage, maintaining their "flexibility exercises," the four—Dunn, Lorota, El Hasson, and Kline—fell into a brief silence, exchanging no words. Only when the hooves struck the ground and the wheels began to roll did Dunn turn to Kline and carefully begin: "I know you've certainly been curious about the Antigonus family's records, wanting to understand what happened in the past." No, not at all... Kline silently denied it in his heart. That was an item full of misfortune! Before Kline could respond, Dunn continued on his own: "But I must first inform the Hall. Only after they've confirmed the records' confidentiality level will I consider showing them to you." "Understood," Kline replied briefly. Dunne extended his arm, paused, and then said, "I once promised you that once we confirmed Riel Biber was a descendant of the Antigonos family, I would make you an official member of the Night Watch. Now, not only have we verified Riel Biber's lineage, but we've also eliminated this monster and thwarted the Monastery's plot." "Throughout this process, you've performed exceptionally well—particularly by personally defeating a key member of the evil organization. Therefore, I will honor my promise and immediately submit your application to the Hall, awaiting their approval." "By the way, I've forgotten one important matter—I haven't yet asked you. Mr. Caine Moretti, would you be willing to formally join the Tingen City Night Watch team as one of our members? Your salary will be immediately doubled to six pounds per week, with annual increments to follow." "Your salary will be split equally between the Church and the Ahawva County Police Department, and you will also hold the rank of Assistant Inspector—a position that proves quite useful at times." "As a support-type extraordinary, you won’t always face enemies, but you’ll need to rotate duty at the Charnes Gate every week." "You cannot leave Tinggen without approval from your team, and you should keep this matter confidential from your family." ...After Dunning had outlined the restrictions and benefits, Caine paused for over a dozen seconds before saying: "I would like to become a full-fledged Night Watchman." Only then could he gain greater access to the hidden matters—such as the activities of the Confraternity! — After reviewing the journal entries collected beforehand, Caine refined his own thoughts: mastery of esoteric knowledge and finding a way home remained his steadfast pursuits, while further enhancing his own power—enabling him to more safely manipulate the mysterious realm above the gray mist and thereby return to his homeland—became a newly added objective. As the Great King Roscel had emphasized, relying solely on external forces proved extremely risky! Moreover, upon becoming a "Seer" and attaining extraordinary strength, Caine noticed an even deeper grasp of that mysterious realm above, such as the ability to invite one more member to join the gathering. This naturally prompted him to consider whether, once he reached the rank of Sequence 8, then Sequence 7, or even higher, the realm above the gray mist would undergo even more favorable transformations. Of course, Caine was fully aware that all of this hinged on his first fully resolving the隐患 of the "Seer's" potion—no haste, no rashness. "Very well, once the Hall gives its approval, you'll be one of us." Denny's gray eyes softened with a touch of smile. At that moment, El. Hassen, who had been listening attentively, interjected, "Klein—I'll call you Klein now—your performance today was truly outstanding. You managed to defeat a remarkable member of the Inner Circle, and I suspect he reached Sequence 7. How did you accomplish that? I simply can't believe it." Yes, indeed. The captain and Mr. Hassen had both sustained injuries earlier, and their conditions could worsen at any moment. In such a situation, anything that might escalate tensions had to be postponed—otherwise, I’d risk exposing my secrets and having to act on my own initiative. Only after I clearly signaled my intention to formally join the Night Watch did they ease their concerns and begin asking questions. They were truly seasoned professionals—though they clearly hadn’t exchanged much communication, they nonetheless reached the same decision in perfect synchrony. Caine mused, "This is truly fortunate. The little clown in the tailcoat made a critical misjudgment." "At the time, the seal object '2–049' was thrown by the after-effects of the explosion to my vicinity, about five to six meters away. A cursory glance would easily lead one to conclude that I was within its influence range." "And at that moment, I was affected by the blast—my head spun, my movements slowed—making me appear exactly as if I were under control." "The little clown in the tailcoat appeared silently near me at some point, using the promise of saving me and offering me the Sequence 8 'Clown' potion—specifically the one corresponding to the 'Seer'—to lure me into fetching the family notes of Antigonus. Yes, he claimed that the Conclave had discovered the pathway to the 'Seer' potion, and that he himself had once been a 'Seer'." ...Klein recounted the entire incident in detail, even his internal reasoning, including his belief that the tailor-clown had predicted a high risk of the notes being taken, which prompted him to adjust his strategy. Of course, all these truths were meant to conceal the initial lie—the very fact that he had been controlled by the sealing object '2–049'. "Indeed, there was a high risk of the notes being taken—yes, that was true. But that risk actually originated with you." The dark-haired lady Loretta smiled lightly,掩着嘴说道, "His prophecy was accurate, yet it ultimately placed him in a life-threatening danger—what a fascinating twist." Klein paused, then nodded seriously, "Indeed, prophecies are rarely clear, and ambiguity often means misinterpretation." Ah, I must pay close attention to that! "Then, how did you resolve the situation?" Duan extended his arms slightly and leaned back. Klein chuckled, "I pretended to agree with him, asking him to awaken me. But he hesitated to enter the influence range of the seal, instead trying to push me with strange slips of paper from a distance of two to three meters." "Seizing that opportunity, I grasped one of those slips and pulled him toward the influence range of '2–049,' while simultaneously firing a series of shots. Hm, this was actually something that made me feel deeply embarrassed—I simply lacked confidence in being able to hit him from that distance." "El nodded gently. "Given his dodging ability, even a distance of two or three meters isn't absolutely safe—you might hit him, but not his vital points. Then things would become troublesome. Your choice at the time was neither incorrect nor merely adequate; it was actually excellent. If it were me, I wouldn't necessarily have done better than you." He didn't ask about what came next, since the outcome of the tuxedo clown, once caught within the influence of the seal "2—049," was already certain—he would simply be a living target. "The 'Seer' is followed by the 'Clown'... that's quite strange," Dune suddenly remarked from beside him.