After a moment's thought, Caine decided to go home first to verify one matter. He believed that if the misfortune doll's actions last night had not been deliberately aimed at making him notice the patterns on the paper, the captain and his team would surely have detected subtle traces during their subsequent inspection—whether or not he reported it would have made no difference. Conversely, if such intent had been present, the matter would warrant further consideration. This was precisely what Caine intended to confirm next. He took an unstaffed public horse-drawn carriage back to the water lily street. When he arrived home, his brother, Bensun, and sister, Melissa, who were still in their Sunday rest, had not yet woken up. The living room was quiet, dim, and still. Caine boiled a pot of water, added some tea, and ate a piece of oat bread before taking his coat, hat, and cane up the stairs. He instinctively walked softly, aiming to avoid making any noticeable noise. As he reached the second floor, he noticed the bathroom door suddenly open, and Melissa, dressed in her old cotton dress, stepped out with a drowsy expression. "You're back..." Melissa rubbed her eyes, still a bit dazed. Klein covered his mouth and yawned, saying, "Yes, I needed a lovely dream. Don't wake me up before lunch." Melissa hummed, then suddenly remembered something and added, "I and Benson are going to Saint Serenella Church this morning for prayer and Mass—we might be a bit late for lunch." As a not particularly devout follower of the Night Goddess, she and Benson visited the church every two weeks. In contrast, Klein, as a Night Watcher, had never set foot in the church before—except once, when he'd been followed by members of the Monastic Order. No, I'm there every day—just beneath the church's foundations," Klein thought to himself, unconsciously. He was currently deeply worried that the goddess might abandon him, this pretend devotee—what a serious blow it would be if, at a critical moment, the ritual magic failed to respond! Still, thinking about old Neil, the goddess had been remarkably tolerant of the watchful night keepers, hadn’t she? Yes, that was certainly true! Klein reassured himself. These fleeting thoughts passed swiftly, and then he looked at Melissa, smiled, and nodded. “Not a problem—I can sleep a bit longer.” Passing beyond Melissa, he entered his own bedroom and locked the door behind him. Then, he gathered his strength, drew out the ritual silver dagger, and erected a sealed spiritual barrier. Next, Klein stepped backward four paces, murmured the incantation, and endured the wild cries, entering the realm above the gray mist. In this ethereal, boundless world, he was the only living being, seated at the head of an ancient, weathered bronze table. After a moment of stillness, he materialized a parchment and inscribed the divination spell: “The pattern revealed by the ill-fated doll.” At that moment last night, although克莱恩 had clearly seen the mysterious patterns on the paper, he remembered only the general impression due to his nervousness and haste—he couldn't recall the specific details. Yet this was no problem, for a seer only needs to have seen something and remember that it happened. Once witnessed, the scene can be re-created! According to esoteric theory, the spiritual essence remembers every thing seen, and with the right method, it can re-present the specific scene of a given moment. On this point,克莱恩 even found戴莉's psychological alchemy theory—describing the seers' experience—somewhat convincing. Human memory is like islands rising above the sea's surface, capable of holding only so much; thus, the majority of information the spirit remembers becomes unconscious, forming the submerged core of each island. The spirit itself, though not the entire ocean, encompasses all the surrounding waters of these islands. After silently reciting the divination incantation,克莱恩 leaned back and entered sleep through meditation. In the hazy, distorted, fragmented world, he once again saw the door of Charnis opened by Zaza, heard the heavy grinding sound. The doll dressed in a black classical court gown pressed tightly against the partially open half-door, unfurling the paper held in its hands. On the paper, numerous mysterious symbols were depicted, forming together a vertical eye. Klein gazed deeply at the pattern, then voluntarily stepped out of the dream, and, using the special qualities of the gray mist, expressed the memories that had not yet faded: On the brown vellum, the vertical eye "gazed upward," strange and mysterious. After thinking for a moment, Klein wrote beneath this eye: "This is the key to the treasure bequeathed by the Antigonus family." Setting down his pen, he unfastened the silver chain wrapped around his sleeve, holding it in his left hand until the yellow crystal pendant hung steadily above the incantation and the mysterious vertical eye, no longer visibly swaying. Klein closed his eyes and silently recited the words, serene and composed. After seven repetitions, he opened his eyes and saw the yellow crystal pendant gently rotating clockwise, attached to a silver chain—a clear indication of affirmation in pendulum reading. "The vertical-eye motif truly seems to be the key to the Antigonos family's legacy..." Klein nodded slightly, as if mulling it over. With his fingers lightly tapping the edge of the bronze long table, he murmured silently: "Since Riel Biber's death, the Antigonos lineage has been severed, so the notebook has regarded me, as a living 'seer' who has encountered it, as its rightful heir?" "It influenced 3–0625, preserving the key to the treasure, and prompted the revelation during my shift at the Gate of Charnes?" "The logic makes sense, yet still fails to convince me." "How does the notebook confirm that the bloodline of the Antigonos family has indeed become extinct?" "Moreover, I'm completely unrelated... If I had any bloodline from the Antigonus family, the original host would have died by suicide from the start." "Ah, well, whether we tell the captain or not, this seems to matter little at the moment. I'll keep investigating." Subsequently, Caine performed a divination to locate the Antigonus family's treasure, but without receiving detailed information—only confirming, as Westiris had speculated in his letter to Mr. Z, that the treasure was connected to the main peak of the Horanich Mountains and to the ancient Land of Night. After completing these divinations, Caine noticed that the deep red star, which had previously emitted a plea, now showed a faint fluctuation. He gently touched it in response to the plea, and once again saw the young boy with brown-yellow hair dressed in a distinctive black bodysuit. The boy remained on his knees, facing the pure crystal sphere, and softly murmuring to himself. At this point, after having learned only a few words of the giant language, Caine finally managed to grasp one sentence: "Pray... to save... father and mother." What a giant language! Now, where on earth is there still any place that uses it? It's all ancient history—counted in millennia! Unfortunately, I, the enigmatic sovereign above the mist, am merely a hollow shell; I can only watch, but cannot act. Caine shook his head, sighed, and decided to observe further. He would wait until he had accumulated enough giant language vocabulary to understand exactly what had befallen his father and mother before making any move. Caine then withdrew his spiritual essence, wrapped himself in it, and plunged downward. Upon returning to his bedroom, he removed the spiritual barrier, donned an old but comfortable set of clothes, lay down on the bed, and settled in for a nap. Caine slept soundly until 12:30, when Melissa, who had just finished her lunch, came to knock on the door. After enjoying a fairly substantial lunch, he noticed Melissa taking up her hat to match the new dress, clearly intending to go out. "Are you doing anything in the afternoon?" Klein asked curiously. Benson, seated on the sofa with his brow furrowed as he studied a grammar book, answered without lifting his head: "Mrs. Shode next door informed Melissa that there's a lecture on household matters this afternoon at the municipal small hall. Melissa plans to attend and learn how to manage everyday family responsibilities." Melissa nodded in agreement. "I've arranged to have Serena and Elizabeth join me," she said. "That's good," Klein smiled. "I hope the lecturer will emphasize that families like ours need to hire at least one housekeeper to handle the daily chores." Noticing Melissa opening her mouth to object, he quickly added: "We need to allocate our limited time to more valuable pursuits." Melissa was momentarily stunned, hesitated a moment, then gently pressed her lips together, put on the hat, and opened the door. …… At two in the afternoon, Caine reappeared at Blackthorn Security. "Didn't you go back to rest?" both Rosan and Dene Smith, who were just at the reception hall, asked simultaneously. Caine smiled. "I had planned to go to the Divination Club, but I've been thinking about last night's events, so I came over early. Has the Hall responded?" Dene glanced at Rosan, remained silent, then turned and walked toward the partition, entering his office. Rosan gave him the middle finger, murmuring sharply, "What a captain!" Well done, Caine thought to himself, suppressing a smile as he followed Dene into his office. As the door closed, Dene inhaled from his pipe. "The Hall has confirmed it's an issue with the Antigonus family's notebook. They've reclassified it as a Level One Sealing Object. Unfortunately, that means you no longer have the confidentiality clearance required to access it." "Level '1'—highly critical, with only bishops and night-watch squad captains knowing the full details? That means even the captain can't figure out what's going on... Highly critical, no wonder. Klein felt a bit disappointed at first, but then relaxed. Melissa, Selena, and Elizabeth, three close friends, were sitting near the entrance, waiting for the lecture to begin. "If she doesn't deliver well, we'll just head out," Selena suggested enthusiastically. Elizabeth immediately agreed: "To browse at Harrods.