Christina didn't notice the gentleman's bewilderment. She glanced at Angelaika at the reception desk and said in a low voice, "I mean, the child of Larnuus." She pointed to the young woman beside her, wearing a hat made of reeds. "This is my niece, Meghios, whose mother is my elder sister. I'm truly sorry and regretful that, back then, I mistakenly believed Larnuus to be an outstanding, exceptional young man, and thus introduced Meghios to him when he was single, only to watch them fall in love. Meghios's parents had also been very pleased with Larnuus and had planned to invest all their savings into the steel company upon their engagement. Fortunately, before this happened, Larnuus had escaped, so their family avoided a devastating loss. Unfortunately, my sister and her husband now have to explain to relatives and friends the cancellation of the engagement, and they must now worry about the child growing inside Meghios. "We all believe in the gods of steam and machinery, not the deity of storms. Our followers do not consider it necessary for lovers to remain chaste before marriage, and we neither blame nor pity Megalois—we even sympathize with her. Yet the child's survival does pose a real difficulty, especially given that she has such a father." This is pure deception—both of wealth and of affection. Caine looked at Megalois, standing quietly beside him, and was struck by her beauty. She had a smooth forehead, golden hair, and large eyes reminiscent of Christina, now solemn and composed, her lips pressed firmly together. What a frustrating scammer—someone who not only deceived us but managed to escape as well... Caine cursed Lan'uruis and then thoughtfully added, "If the child has already been born, I indeed have a method to predict Lan'uruis's general whereabouts. However, unfortunately, that will take several months. Ah, perhaps this is exactly what the earlier divination indicated: patience, perseverance, steadfastness, letting go of excessive expectations, and then, eventually, a turning point, a moment of sunlight." "Several months..." Christina murmured, shaking her head. "No, after all this time, even if we find Lan'uruis, we won't recover our money at all." She turned to Meghois, with her golden hair and blue eyes, her voice naturally growing heavier. "Do you have any item that Lan'uruis carried with him regularly?" "None," Meghois replied softly and clearly. "His ring, which he gave me, counts, does it not?" "It must be something he carried for a long time," Caine shook his head, gently negating. Christina remained silent for a few seconds, looking at Meghios. "You must make a decision. I believe staying with this child will make the rest of your life difficult and full of obstacles. Wouldn't you have to tell him that his father is a fraud—someone who has deceived many people, including his mother?" "It's time to go to the clinic or the hospital. This will also help us locate Lanurus and recover what we've lost." Hey, doesn't this divination sound a bit too heavy-handed? Klein is usually reluctant to interfere in others' family matters and can only patiently wait by, occasionally muttering under his breath. Meghios lowered her head, gazing down steadily, remaining silent for a long time. After a while, she touched her abdomen and smiled gently. "He is different from his father. He is a thoughtful, pleasant child." "He kicks me gently every day, telling me how he feels. He hums songs and blows whistles, using music to help me fall asleep..." Klein listened, and then suddenly felt something was off. The first part of Mégoe's speech was a common reaction, but the latter part—almost like a stream of unconscious murmurs—was describing things that didn't make sense. Was she overwhelmed, suffering from mental distress? Klein raised his right hand toward his brow, trying to appear as though he were gently massaging his temples to ease his fatigue. At that moment, Mégoe abruptly turned around and hurried toward the door, leaving only one sentence: "Perhaps his father will quietly return upon hearing of his birth, and will preserve a portion of his wealth for him..." Klein didn't expect such a reaction from her and stood there, momentarily stunned, forgetting to activate his spiritual vision, watching Mégoe leave the club, her footsteps echoing steadily down the stairs. Christina took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds before saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Moretti, to have disturbed you. We'll do our best to locate Langluis's personal belongings." Kline gave a barely perceptible nod, watched her descend the stairs, and then sighed, shaking his head slightly. Rosan picked up several newspapers from today and began flipping through them quickly. "An arrest warrant... Larnelus, right?" Klein immediately replied, "Yes." "Such a deceitful fraud! He's managed to swindle over ten thousand pounds!" Rosan studied the papers for several seconds before suddenly expressing her outrage. Klein shared the same sentiment and added, "Indeed, that's quite appalling. I'd even like to volunteer to take on this case!" Rosan glanced at the papers again for another ten seconds, then shook her head with a sense of regret. "It seems this case doesn't involve any extraordinary elements. Even if it does, it would be transferred to the Storm Lord's designated enforcer." Klein wasn't entirely clear on Rosan's point, but after taking the papers and flipping through them himself, he sighed and remarked, "Yes, with so many people deceived, it's certain that members of the three major churches are among them. And Larnelus Steel Company is located in the southern district." Cases involving extraordinary elements are assigned to the respective small teams if they pertain solely to the followers of a particular deity. However, when cases involve followers of the Night Goddess, the Storm Sovereign, and the Deity of Steam and Machinery, jurisdiction is determined by geographic region—The Golden Pheasant District, the Northern District, and the Western District fall under the Watchers' Team, while the Eastern District, the Southern District, and the Dock District are assigned to the Sentinels' Team, and the University District and the Outlying Areas belong to the Heart of Machinery. While reviewing the records, Caine also remembered Lan'urush's appearance: he had a full forehead, black hair, brown eyes, wore round spectacles, and his lips were slightly upturned, as if mocking everyone. Aside from the spectacles, Lan'urush was quite unremarkable—very ordinary. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Rosan, Caine prepared to enter the underground through the partition. At that moment, he noticed both the pale, composed "Coroner" Frey and the white-haired, black-eyed "Writer" Miss Xica T'On simultaneously stepping out of the lounge and turning toward him. After a brief greeting, Caine watched his two teammates depart and noticed that Duan Smith, wearing a black coat, had opened the door and stood beside him. "Any cases?" Caine asked curiously. At this time of night, it was unlikely that the two night shift staff would leave together without reason. Duan glanced at him with his gray eyes and nodded with a smile. "There's a place in the West District that's reportedly haunted. I've sent Xica and Fley to investigate. But you don't need to worry about any of these matters—until you've mastered the basics of combat, I won't assign you any tasks. I have to be accountable to my team." Team leader, you're truly a good person—besides a slightly high hairline and a bit of forgetfulness, you've got hardly any flaws... Caine silently praised him, then confirmed with a question: "So, all I need to do is attend the mystical studies classes, undergo combat training, make no contributions at all, and still receive my salary?" "This is only temporary," Duan replied with certainty. All he needs to do is attend lectures and stay fit—and still earn a full, generous salary. That sounds really great… Klein thought with genuine delight. He silently prayed, hoping the good fortune wouldn’t run out again! Then he said nothing, merely smiling at Caine. Caine understood his meaning, and with a touch of sympathy, produced four one-pound notes and handed them over: "This is the second payment." He paused, adding, "Please draw up a receipt." His savings were now barely enough for one pound... "No problem," Henry coughed, inspecting the security marks on the notes while simultaneously instructing his staff to bring paper and a steel pen. Next, he invited Caine to sit down in the sofa area and quickly composed the receipt, sealing it with his stamp. After completing all this, Henry drew a deep breath from his pipe and said: "According to your description, I and my assistant waited three days at the Dragon's Tavern, and finally met that gentleman." "He was indeed a very alert gentleman, and exceptionally observant—luckily, I've been experienced in such matters..." "His name was Dast Goodriean, the physician at Greenhull Asylum."