Klein glanced at the serious and composed Denne Smith, and suddenly broke into a smile. "Captain, I've figured out something yesterday." "What is it?" Denne repeated the question, leaning slightly back against the chair, loosening his clasped hands. Klein recalled his prepared points. "I've been reviewing my past experiences. I believe the very name of a potion inherently contains a complete set of rules that help us master potions and avoid negative impacts. When we follow these rules in our actions, we begin to embody the characteristics of professionals in a specific field." "Similarly, these rules are implicit—they are never explicitly stated. You only gradually discover them through experience within a particular profession, and then refine and adjust them based on the outcomes you observe." "So, once I became a true seer at the Divination Club and established my own 'Seer's Code,' my murmurs and visions disappeared." "That was exactly what I wanted to understand." Upon saying this, Caine exhaled softly, having conveyed everything he needed to—except for the word 'performance.' Ah, he just hoped that the Captain wouldn't mention my clear thoughts when the Church sent inquiries. That would draw even more attention to me... And with the 'Seer's Path' and the Antigonos family factors involved, things might soon become quite complicated. Still, the Captain had weathered many storms, possessed both experience and keen insight. Once he grasped the concept of 'performance,' he would surely notice the Church's omissions on certain matters and know precisely what to say—and what to withhold. Caine's thoughts raced in all directions, leaving him slightly disoriented. But he quickly made up his mind and formed a plan: If the captain hadn't yet grasped the "role-playing" method, or hadn't noticed the Church's concealment, then I would personally awaken him right before submitting my special request! Well, first I'd make a试探 to gauge his stance... Dunne listened quietly as Caine described everything, his gray eyes growing deeper and more profound. After a silent pause of several seconds, he gently rubbed his temple, then picked up his pipe and inhaled deeply. After inhaling, he seemed to have forgotten the night watch team's protocol and casually reached for his matchbox. A soft, pale mist rose slowly. Dunne half-closed his eyes, as if savoring the tobacco. A while later, he opened his eyes and smiled warmly at Caine. "Sorry, I completely forgot you don't smoke." "Smoking is bad for health," Caine replied seriously. Holding his pipe, Dunne thought for a moment and said, "I seem to be beginning to understand certain things." No, Captain—nothing at all has dawned on you! Just don't keep showing up in my dreams all the time! Kline didn't ask any questions—just offered a gentle smile. "Perhaps you won't need to wait long before submitting your special application..." Dune took a deep breath of the mint-infused tobacco, speaking half-in-joke, half-in-remark. "Can we do it tomorrow?" Kline thought to himself, checked his watch, and said, "Captain, I need to go find Neil. Our mystical studies class is about to begin." "Alright," Dune held his pipe and watched Kline walk out. As the door to the captain's office closed, Kline walked cheerfully down the stairs toward the underground level. Passing the administrative office, he noticed two strangers—male and female. New administrative staff... Kline nodded thoughtfully, and added mentally, "In two more days, within this week, I'll submit my special application to the captain!" Then, after a series of evaluations, he became the "Clown" of Sequence 8! ........ In the quiet, dim underground corridor, Caine turned toward the armory and pushed open the slightly ajar door of the guard room. "What happened to you?" he gasped upon seeing Old Neil's condition. Old Neil appeared weary, his face pale, constantly yawning, "I've been suffering from constipation lately. Last night, I tried a ritual magic to address it, but the result was that I couldn't sleep at all—I kept running to the restroom. Eventually, I even dozed off on the toilet." Hmm, the constipation issue is now resolved... Not a serious matter at all, and Caine found himself wanting to smile. Yet he held back, instead asking, "Are you feeling better now?" Meanwhile, he gently tapped his left tooth twice, using his "Spirit Sight" to observe Old Neil's health aura. The yellow of the digestive system, the orange of the excretory detoxification areas—somewhat faded and patchy, but still within reason. Klein breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "All good. I've asked Frey for some anti-diarrheal potions." Old Neil yawned like a smoker. "You can take over the mysticism course on your own today—there's only a couple of days' worth of material left." "Certainly," Klein replied politely. "Or shall I stay here to guard the armory while you take the mysticism course, and then you go to the lounge to catch up on your rest?" Old Neil straightened up instantly, his eyes bright. "Young Moretti, you truly are one of the most conscientious night-watchmen after Frey!" "Then the armory is yours!" He picked up the blanket resting on his knees and burst out of the guard room, leaving Klein standing there, lost in thought. …… In the morning, Blackthorn Security took on an additional assignment: escorting a wealthy merchant to the dock for a transaction. Leonard and Cohen黎 handled it smoothly, earning a solid side income that left Kline rather envious. Yet Kline continued his steady immersion into the mysterious, diligently practicing his marksmanship, under the relentless "torment" of his teacher, Gower, who seemed to have been struck by some unseen stimulus. Huff, huff... Kline gasped, breathing heavily, only after a while regaining the ability to bathe and change clothes. After leaving Gower's house, he remained busy, hiring a rented carriage for two souls to visit the remaining ten houses with red chimneys, one after another. As the last deep crimson chimney faded from his sight, Kline's expression grew increasingly serious. "The 'red chimney' house I saw in my divination isn't among the ones recently rented out... That makes things tricky. With over a thousand and six hundred homes, I'm not sure when I'll ever manage to go through them all. Honestly, I can't rely on anyone else—only I, facing each one directly, feel that intuitive familiarity." "Never give up. Keep going as long as I have time. I'll find the target within three months—no, within two! Maybe even among the ones I'll check tomorrow and the day after?" "Right. I'll go back and organize the materials, then plan out my daily inspection routes by region, near and far!" Cain encouraged himself, pushing away the sense of discouragement. With a decision made, he was about to instruct the driver to turn toward the Narcissus Street, when he suddenly noticed that this location was very close to the lecturer's residence. "Mr. Azk had written to me before he left for his trip, saying he would be back this week, but didn't specify the exact day—just that he would stop by on his way, leave a note for me, yes, and rent a horse carriage for two sures per hour. Now it's about time, so I'll make Mr. Azk's house the endpoint and then transfer to the public carriage afterward..." Klein made up his mind quickly. Four minutes later, he stepped down from the carriage and arrived at the entrance of Mr. Azk's house. The standard here was clearly better than on the Narcissus Street, yet not quite as high as in the Hauls district—each house had a lawn in front and a small garden behind. Tink! Tink! Tink! Klein pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell inside. After a moment's wait, he heard footsteps inside, and then the front door opened. Before him stood Mr. Azk, with soft features and a bronze complexion, dressed casually in a white shirt, brown waistcoat, and brown trousers, as he had been at home. "Klein? I was just about to write to you." "Azk greeted warmly, 'I just got home last night.' Cain studied the small black birthmark just below Azk's right ear and said, 'Mr. Azk, I've found traces of your past.' 'Really?' Azk's expression instantly brightened, his usually calm eyes losing their composed stillness. 'Let's go in,' Cain glanced around. Azk nodded quickly, stepping aside to allow Cain to enter. He locked the door and guided him to the living room on the first floor, where they settled into a soft sofa. 'What have you discovered?' he asked eagerly. Cain hadn't expected to meet Mr. Azk so soon, so he carefully arranged his words. 'Recently, I've been entrusted with the task of eliminating a restless spirit from an abandoned castle outside the town of Lamd.' 'Lamd...' Azk repeated the name softly, his brow gradually furrowing. Klein observed the man's expression and slowed his pace: "During the process of removing the vengeful spirits, we discovered certain details that led us to conduct an in-depth investigation in the town..." "A resident claimed to possess a painting of the first Baron Ramd, and attempted to sell it to me. I carefully examined the oil painting and found the figure to bear a striking resemblance to you, Azk—besides the hairstyle, his facial features were remarkably similar, down to the black mole located just below the ears, which matched both in position and size." "Under questioning, the resident revealed that the painting dated back to over forty years ago, and that the model was indeed drawn from the abandoned manor—the portrait had been unearthed there." "As someone with unique abilities, we naturally possess an instinct for detecting deception. And this instinct confirms that the resident did not lie." Azk leaned forward, clasped his hands together, and remained silent for a long time, speaking nothing at all. After a few minutes, he finally exhaled and said, "Your description hasn't triggered any further memories. Perhaps, perhaps I should visit the abandoned castle myself." "Can you take me there?" "It's my pleasure," replied Caine, already prepared. "But I need to go home first, so my brother and sister won't worry." "No problem," Azk stood up swiftly.