Elena, you're absolutely overflowing with concern—no, truly thoughtful! Klein perked up immediately and chuckled, saying, "Melissa, your worries are absolutely valid. I do feel a bit hungry, yes, I'll go up and change my clothes and take a shower." Although he had already been quietly sipping his saliva, confirming the whereabouts of the "Protagonist" Trist was now even more crucial! Who knew how wildly the next wave of his retaliation might unfold? "Hmm." Melissa didn't look up, continuing with her studies. With swift footsteps, Klein raced up to the second floor and entered the bedroom. He locked the door, removed his coat, unslung his gun belt from under his arms, and pulled out a simple silver knife from the drawer. After sealing the room with the Wall of Spirit, he took a deep breath, steadied himself, and walked four steps counterclockwise. With the incantations such as "Fusheng Wuyang Tianzun" echoing, Klein, once again accustomed to the relentless, frenzied murmurs that had been tearing at his spirit, reappeared within the majestic palace rising above the gray mist. He, who had used the ritual several times today, felt a bit weary and gently pressed his temple, causing a warm, brown sheepskin parchment to appear upon the bronze long table. Carefully considering, Caine wrote down the divination phrase: "Where is Trist?" He wasn't entirely certain about the name's accuracy, but the specific physical details and comprehensive information provided by the other gave him confidence. Holding the parchment, Caine leaned back against the chair's backrest, first mentally reviewing all he knew about Trist, then silently reciting the divination phrase seven times. He cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and, with the aid of meditation, soon entered a dream. In a hazy, ethereal scene, he saw a steam locomotive with thick smoke and flames pouring from its engine, parallel leather seats, and clean, well-kept carriages. Trist, with a round face, long narrow eyes, and a gentle, sweet demeanor, sat by the window, a hat with delicate black lace edging resting on the table before her. Klein carefully distinguished the train schedules, trying to confirm the routes, but could not see them clearly. Soon, he reluctantly withdrew from the dream, his eyes reflecting the ancient, weathered bronze table and the ethereal deep red stars. "I can only confirm that Trish is departing Tingen by steam train—no further details. Oh well, it seems this mysterious space is mainly designed to eliminate distractions; it hasn't significantly enhanced my own divination abilities..." Klein lightly tapped the edge of the table, pondering his next steps. Through this divination, he had now fully confirmed that his target was the former 'instigator,' Tris. Yet, given that Tris had already left Tingen, he didn't feel that the results from just now would offer much assistance to Dunne. "The captain has already instructed that telegrams be sent to Beckett, to Enmat Port, and to all major rail stations along the line—now, the entire nation is on the lookout for Therese. I won't report the results of this dream divination, lest it raise suspicion." Kline made up his mind swiftly, for no matter whether he offered his input or not, Dunn was already arranging the next steps with the utmost precision. When the dream divination failed to clarify the train schedule, alternative methods such as the pendulum yielded no meaningful results, even when applied through successive elimination. The same situation applied to the matter of the red chimney. At that moment, he felt a sense of spiritual exhaustion, and without lingering in the gray mist, he enveloped himself in spirituality, simulating the sensation of descending. When he "returned" to the room, his mind was already filled with greasy, juicy sirloin. "A pinch of fennel must be added—let us praise the goddess!" Kline swallowed, then, like the wind, dissolved the spiritual barrier and opened the door. …… At 8:40 the next morning, he entered the Black Thorns Security Company with his cane. "Good morning, Crane! Good news!" Rosan excitedly waved from behind the reception desk. Crane's eyes lit up. "Did you catch Trish?" "Trish? Who is she?" Rosan, dressed in a pale green dress, looked utterly puzzled. "Ah, you don't need to know her—what's the good news?" Crane changed the subject. Rosan beamed. "The captain's application has been approved! The police will assign two officers who've handled extraordinary incidents to administrative roles! I'm finally no longer required to stay up late—what a goddess!" "That's truly wonderful news," Crane sincerely agreed. After a few pleasantries with Rosan, he crossed the partition and headed underground, intending to continue his studies in mysticism. As he passed by the captain's office and the night watchmen's lounge, he glanced in and noticed that Dunn, Leonard, and the others were there—indicating that the search and investigation last night had not yielded good results, and that the matter would now have to be handed over to the police for the more tedious follow-up work. Originally, Caine had intended to speak with the captain briefly to get the latest updates, but seeing him busy with writing reports and sending telegrams, he simply stepped back quietly, deciding to ask again later at noon. Walking down the successive staircases into the underground, he saw two rows of elegant gas lamps enclosed by metal grates, the light streaming through the glass and the quiet, still corridors unchanged. Breathing in the crisp, cool breeze, Caine walked a few steps before suddenly stopping. He sharply turned his gaze to the gas lamps, his brows furrowing. He realized he had made a basic, common-sense mistake—one that only someone with an understanding of Earth's everyday realities would make. In the divination held last night under a hazy mist, Caine saw Trist riding away on a steam train, and instinctively assumed this was what was happening right then. But—but in this world, no one has yet invented electric lamps or similar devices, and steam trains carrying passengers scarcely operate at night. This very fact—so familiar to Caine, who had always taken it for granted that green-bodied trains ran at night—had simply slipped his notice! That meant it wasn't last night's event at all. It was a vision of the future! It was something that would happen during the day either today or tomorrow! Caine's heart tightened; he paced back and forth, then hurried up the stairs again. He knocked on the door of the lounge and saw Leonard standing by the window reciting poetry, looking utterly resigned. Ignoring Coen Li, Lo Yao, and Xica T'ao who were engaged in card games, Caine turned to Leonard and said, "I have a question for you." "Do you wish to learn the techniques of making ladies and gentlewomen happy?" Leonard set down the anthology of Roselle's poems and tossed in a light remark. He stepped out of the entertainment room, followed Klein to the midway point of the staircase leading down to the underground, and fixed his eyes on him, smiling gently. "It seems you had a most effective divination last night." Klein offered no explanation, simply stated: "I divined that Trist would take the steam train to depart." Following his conversations in the western district poorhouse yesterday, he was no longer reluctant to display a touch of 'special' presence before Leonard. "The first steam train departs at seven," Leonard pulled out his watch from his shirt pocket, snapped it open, and glanced at it. "We can't delay! I'll inform the captain—I've received reliable intelligence." He hurried up the stairs, exited the Black Thorns Security Company, waited a few minutes downstairs, then returned and entered into Dunne-Smith's office. Klein exhaled, watching the night watchmen gathered at the table and then seeing the captain, having just sent a telegram, hurry out. Reflecting on what had just happened, he felt a complex mix of emotions. Unlike the wakefulness he had gained from the death of the tuxedo clown, this similar error now occurring within himself seemed to have deepened his understanding—making the lesson more profound. Turning toward the weapons store and entering the guard room, he smoothly removed his hat and coat, hanging them on the coat rack as if he were accustomed to doing so every day. Old Neil, just finished grinding his coffee, sipped it contentedly and asked, "Would you like a cup?" "Sure," Klein replied, settling into his seat with the ease of someone returning home. Old Neil glanced at him and murmured, "Still three dollars, with a spoon of milk? You're truly a sweet-toothed man—something that's not good for your teeth or your health." "No, no, no. I just prefer something sweeter when I'm drinking coffee, but when I'm searing steaks or roasting meats, I go for seasoning like rose salt, black pepper grains, and small fennel seeds." Klein has always felt like a true connoisseur of all tastes. Old Neil quickly prepared the coffee and set it down. "Shall we take a break, or shall we begin right away?" "Let me calm down for a few minutes, Captain—they've just received updates on Trish's whereabouts and are rushing toward the steam train station. We don't yet know what will happen there..." Klein remarked. Old Neil gave a brief exhalation. "Are the details clear? Is the exact train confirmed?" "No," Klein said, pressing his lips together. Old Neil laughed immediately, "Under these circumstances, the chances of failure far outweigh the likelihood of success. Tris should have Sequence 7—exceptional beings at that level aren't easy to capture. Heh, don't rely too much on divination. Divination isn't all-powerful; it only offers symbols. You might misinterpret them or simply overlook key details." Klein reflected again on the mistake he had made this time, deeply resonant and sincerely nodded, "Yes, divination isn't all-powerful." As he said this, he felt a wave of nostalgia, his body, mind, and spirit suddenly entering a奇妙, wondrous state. He leaned back slightly, trying to breathe—yet at that moment, a phantom sound of shattering suddenly rang in his ears. He was startled to realize that something within him seemed dissolving, merging with his spirit. It was an indescribable, unique sensation. Klein half-closed his eyes, quietly experiencing it. He knew without anyone needing to remind him that this was the definitive sign of the seer's potion being fully absorbed. After passing through Tinggen, the Tassok River flows past its first town, Vinya—this is also the first steam train station en route from Tinggen to Bekland. On the platform, Tris changed into a light beige long dress, wearing a round-brimmed lady's hat with a fine black lace veil cascading from the brim, partially concealing her face and making her features soft and indistinct. She had sent a telegram to her companions in Tinggen, urging them to stay alert lately, and used the valuables she had stolen to purchase a ticket for the steam train bound for Bekland. She chose not to board at the Tinggen station but instead traveled downstream to Vinya, a decision driven by her innate instincts and extensive experience as an assassin. Hoo! The towering steel train, resembling a monster, belched out steam tinged with sparks, and came to a smooth halt beside the platform. Tris didn't bring any luggage and boarded a first-class carriage. At the same time, she decided to get off three stations later and change her route to Bekkan. ........ In the underground of the Saint Celine Church, Caine sat back against the chairback, eyes closed. He felt the magic potion fully absorbed, and vaguely saw one after another of shimmering stars—stars that seemed mysteriously connected to him, as if reaching out to gather together and merge into one. After the indescribable sensations of hunger and longing subsided, Caine returned to his normal state, with no further insights. Yet his spirit felt light and pure. He opened his eyes silently, adding without words. At that moment, he knew he had become a true, complete Seer.