Mr. Azk could see that I was extraordinary? His abilities truly are impressive... Caine paused, and replied calmly, "Yes." He thought for a moment, then added, "Because of the matter involving Welch and Naya." "Indeed, exactly as I anticipated," Mr. Azk sighed. "Among the police officers who came to the school to inquire about me and Cohen, two possessed extraordinary abilities." Those were likely the队长 and Leonard, who had taken over Welch's case... Caine gave a barely perceptible nod, remaining silent. Mr. Azk raised his cane slightly and said, "You have already entered that circle. I hope you will help me uncover the clues to my own origins—this doesn't require any special effort on your part. Simply remember whenever you encounter such instances." "With that, he offered a wry smile: "Besides you, I don't know any other person with extraordinary abilities. You can never imagine how someone without a past feels—like a ship adrift at sea. The most terrifying thing isn't encountering storms, but losing sight of harbor, losing the course to land, repeatedly facing disasters without end, never finding peace or security." No, Mr. Azk, I completely understand your feelings, because I'm one of those people too. Fortunately, I have fragments of the original owner's memories, as well as Bensen and Melissa." Klein replied silently, then asked, "Mr. Azk, with such remarkable abilities, why don't you enter such circles yourself and seek out useful leads?" Mr. Azk looked into Klein's eyes and chuckled self-consciously, "Because I'm afraid of danger, afraid of death." "He sighed and said, 'I've grown accustomed to this life, and I actually enjoy it. I don't want to take risks, nor do I have the courage to do so—so I'll have to rely on you.'克莱恩 didn't add anything else, simply promising, 'If I come across any relevant clues, I'll pay close attention to them.' 'Alright, it's time we head back to the office. Once Cohen finishes his errands, we'll go for lunch together—do you remember? The Dong Bailang restaurant on campus is quite good, by the way—I'll treat you.' Azkian raised his staff, pointing in the direction they had come. 'Apologies, I really don't remember. During my university days, the original owner never had the means to go to Dong Bailang, even when Welch and the others invited him—he would always decline such a more upscale place...'克莱恩 adjusted his hat and followed Azkian back to the three-story gray stone building of the History Department. After walking a few steps, Azkian suddenly added, 'Once my campus affairs are settled, I'll be starting my summer break. After that, you're welcome to visit my home, or simply write me a letter.'" Klein nodded, casually remarking, "Mr. Azk, I thought you'd be going on a vacation to Dici Bay." "Not at all—the south is too hot now. I don't particularly enjoy what they call sunbathing. Look at my skin—it burns easily and turns bronze. Compared to that, I'd much prefer to head to the Land of Winter, to the northern regions of the Fsaq Empire—skating, enjoying the scenery, and fishing for seals." Azk, with his copper-toned skin, smiled in reply. I'd love to do that too... Klein, newly appointed as a night watcher, expressed his admiration. After lunch, he returned home, dozed off for a while, and then began reviewing and studying advanced knowledge of incantations and amulets, hoping to master them quickly and produce items that could at least be used in combat and offer some initial support. Just a few minutes before three in the afternoon, Klein packed his belongings and sealed his bedroom with the Wall of Spirit. ... Above the gray mist, within the majestic and imposing temple, an ancient, weathered bronze table stood quietly. Klein, enveloped in a dense gray-white mist, sat at the head of the table, watching as the figures of Justice and The Tower gradually came into focus at their designated seats. Hmm, Justice seems rather unsettled—concerned, anxious, and confused. Klein, who had already activated his clairvoyance, noticed the anomaly in the only female member of the Tarot circle at a glance. Audrey Hall’s current state is simply beyond words. The sudden emergence of Suzy speaking has struck her with such intensity. In her vision, the future would unfold with Audrey, the renowned detective or clinical psychologist, accompanied by her assistant, the large dog Suzy. But if it’s Suzy, the dog detective, who now brings Audrey, the assistant, along—well, that’s… that’s… Not just a little odd—it’s utterly strange and overwhelming! Audrey suddenly straightened up, eager to turn to The Fool and The Tower for guidance. She was about to speak when she suddenly stopped: "Um, how should I phrase this—what should I do when my pet exhibits unusual behavior? How do I coexist with a pet that's intelligent enough to speak? No, no, no—this is a Tarot gathering, not a pet care experience-sharing session. I’d wager that if I actually asked that, my good standing with both the Knight of Cups and the Empress would be completely ruined!" Audrey quickly organized her thoughts and said: "Dear Sir Knight of Cups, always so helpful, and Sir Temperance, thank you for your support—I have a question. What can a pet with extraordinary abilities do for its owner? In short, what role can such a pet play?" As soon as she finished, she noticed both the Knight of Cups and Temperance had fallen into silence, and the atmosphere suddenly felt rather odd. Wait, wait, wait—please speak! Don’t look at me like that! I haven’t done anything! Really, I just asked my friend to ask this question for me! Audrey felt ashamed and wished she could sink through the floor. She deeply regretted having asked such a question. Considering Miss Justice’s previous inquiry about how ordinary animals would react to taking the sequence potions, was it possible that she had allowed her own specially prepared potions to be shared with her pets? Indeed, this was something Miss Justice could genuinely do—having such members, I, as the boss of this so-called "heretical" organization, now feel rather chilled to the core. Kline raised his right hand, resting it against his forehead and gently pressing it twice, then remained silent. The Hanging Man, Algernon Wilson, paused for several seconds before responding in a slightly unusual tone: "It depends entirely on the pet's extraordinary abilities. For instance, if the pet is an 'observer,' it can take your place in certain situations to observe and listen. You know, people are often wary of their peers, but they rarely suspect a pet of eavesdropping—even if that pet is simply sitting right at their feet." That made perfect sense! Often, when Father discusses important matters with other nobles, members of parliament, or ministers, he deliberately avoids me and locks the door to his study. But once Suzy survives the initial purging, she is never pushed aside—nor are the ladies and young ladies, who also enjoy private, intimate gatherings. Audrey's eyes lit up instantly, and her thoughts raced: Suzy can now speak, and she can directly share what she hears with me. Suzy is wonderful! I'll treat you well, and I'll teach you words and proper pronunciation—well, proper noble pronunciation, or perhaps a more natural Beckland dialect? When you go out and greet other dogs, will people notice your background? Wait—why am I even thinking about this? You won't be using human language when you talk to other dogs, will you? Hold on—why did the Hangman use "audience" as an example? Did you all sense something? Did you all sense something? Audrey's face changed, and she sat up straighter, offering a gentle smile. "Sir Fool, I've found another page from King Roscel's journal." This one came from Folthor Wal. "Excellent. Your debt is now fully settled," said Kline, in a cheerful tone. "I'm sorry, though, the content of this page isn't very extensive," Audrey expressed, writing out what she remembered on the manifest parchment. Kline raised his right hand, and the parchment appeared directly in his palm as he spoke: "That doesn't affect my promise. Moreover, the journal you brought last time had both front and back sides." ——The journals collected by Justice and The Hanged Man were not original copies from King Roscel, but later transcriptions and copies made by researchers. Some were recorded on only one side for preservation purposes, while others remained unchanged to facilitate ease of use. As he spoke, Caine lowered his gaze, gazing at the first few lines of the journal: "December 20th. Another new year is beginning, yet the feedback I've been receiving steadily has left me both puzzled and troubled." "Wait—this world can't find oil! It can't find oil!"