Miss Justice always manages to stay in a cheerful mood—what a blessing! It's truly admirable, and I hope I can achieve the same. Hearing that bright, cheerful greeting, Caine, seated at the head of the bronze long table, silently murmured his appreciation. Yet, as he recalled the simple fact that the young lady had produced a solid 1,000 pounds in cash right away, he suddenly found it quite difficult to imagine himself always maintaining such a cheerful disposition. "Derek Berg, the one known as 'Sun,' is a young man deeply committed to his reputation," he replied immediately. "I've secured the recipe for the 'Seer.' Over the past few months, he has carefully organized his parents' estate—selling off everything of value except the house, furniture, and a few personal items he holds dear. The proceeds from these sales have been used to acquire the ingredients for both the 'Seer' recipe and the 'Songbinder' potion. For now, he lives solely on a fixed supply of food." But he believed this situation wouldn't last long. Once he passed the combat evaluation, he would join the team tasked with clearing the surrounding "dark things," earning a substantial fee. When he truly grew strong, he would apply to become a member of the elite squad, venture deep into the darkness, and seek the means to lift the curse. While quietly harboring this hope, Dairek turned his head toward the "Fool" immersed in the thick gray mist. He had first noticed that, after consulting the "Fool," the mysterious Roscel diary appeared unexpectedly—without any prior mention or request. Though Dairek didn't understand why, he felt it would be wise to take a closer look at the "Fool." "First, recall the recipe in your mind, then pick up the pen beside you and express your strong desire," Caine said, leaning back against the chair with an air of calm ease. Since the "Sun" originated from the Silver City, a place rumored to be abandoned by the gods, the pen that manifested before him was not a steel pen, but a quill. Of course, the ink still hadn't appeared. Deryck couldn't doubt the Fool's words, so he immediately grasped the quill that suddenly materialized beside him. Within a few seconds, as instructed, he naturally noticed the recipe for the "Seer of Hearts" potion appearing on the yellow-brown sheepskin parchment before him. After reviewing it twice, Deryck remained silent, passing the promise over to Miss Justice. Audrey accepted it with a mixture of excitement, enthusiasm, and restrained grace, her gaze sweeping across and absorbing every word translated by Caine: "Primary ingredients: the complete hypothalamus of a phantom dragon, and 10 milliliters of spinal fluid from a half-elf rabbit." "Secondary ingredients..." The primary ingredients she hadn't heard of before... Ah, I know far less than I thought... Audrey, who had recently been diligently gathering information on common extraordinary materials and their names from Fols and Hoo, felt a touch of frustration. At this moment, she had completely forgotten what it meant to be an audience member. Suddenly, Audrey heard a soft tapping sound and instinctively turned her gaze toward the topmost seat of the bronze long table. To her surprise, she saw the "Knight of Cups" gently tapping the edge of the table with his right index finger and giving a subtle nod, making a gesture. What on earth? Audrey felt puzzled, her eyes wide with confusion. As she was about to ask a question, a sudden change caught her peripheral vision—the "Reader's" formula in front of her had been updated with several new annotations: "Main ingredients: complete hypothalamus of a phantom dragon (also known as the seven-colored lizard dragon), 10 milliliters of spinal fluid from a semi-phantom rabbit (also known as the Farsman rabbit)." "Auxiliary ingredients..." These I recognize! Audrey was first startled, then a deep sense of joy surged from within. "Thank you, Sir Knight of Cups," she said, turning her gaze upward with genuine gratitude and admiration. Alger, the "Hanged Man," had no clear idea of what had transpired, but he held the concept of "Justice" in utter contempt: how could a being of divine stature be described merely as learned? After all, such a being embodies knowledge itself! As for Caine, he warmly accepted the praise from the "Justice" lady, for this was no mere coincidence stemming from his having mastered the "psychic reader" formula through the psychological alchemy circle. ——Since integrating the "Sun" into the Tarot circle, and given the unique circumstances of the Silver City, he had consistently been proactive in anticipating such issues, diligently gathering relevant materials and studying them. Even if Dastur Goodrian hadn't received the formula in time, Caine could effortlessly complete the annotations at that moment. Through prior divinations and the just-completed comparison, he was now confident that both versions of the "psychic reader" formula were accurate. That is what preparation truly means—no troubles arise. Caine thought to himself, with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Audrey glanced repeatedly at the "Cardinal's" recipe, lingering before finally withdrawing her gaze, with practiced ease expressing the contents of King Roscel's journal. "This is yours, deservedly," she set down her pen, looking toward the Fool shrouded in gray mist. "And as for your follower, how about 300 pounds? 300 pounds?" She spoke with a touch of hesitation, since only twenty pounds had been spent on three pages of Roscel's journal, while the "Constable" recipe—also ranked in Sequence 8—required 450 pounds. In simple arithmetic, she should have paid an additional 430 pounds beyond the three pages. Yet Audrey felt this also owed to her own good fortune—the seller was unaware of the journal's true value, which allowed her to secure it at a remarkably low price. Roscel's journal—each page at least 50 pounds! Audrey quietly clenched her fist, silently steadying herself. Three hundred pounds? To this day, I've seen so much money at Sir Deville's... Klein sighed, nodding calmly as though utterly indifferent to money, and said, "A reasonable transaction." "This is information from my followers." He made a conscious effort not to utter terms like "Bekland Bank" or "nominal account" from the mouth of the Fool, instead presenting them directly on the parchment before him. ——Last Wednesday, while inspecting the red chimney house, Klein stopped by the Tingenthal branch of Bekland Bank, where he opened a nominal account under a false identity. Such an account requires only the account number and a corresponding cipher to withdraw funds at any branch of Bekland Bank. If the account holder desires greater security, a signature and fingerprint verification can be added, though that would be more cumbersome. For confidentiality and to conceal his identity, Klein did not implement this additional step at the time; he simply retained a set of ciphers. This cipher, written in ancient Hermesian, speaks of "the Fool who belongs to no age, the mysterious sovereign above the grey mist, the King of Yellow and Black who holds fortune." Since the ancient Hermesian language itself is inherently protective for rituals and prayers, anyone who dares to transcribe this cipher is, by doing so, uttering my name—immediately enabling me to receive corresponding signals, to discern above the grey mist whether things are normal or whether someone seeks to steal my wealth! Caine is deeply satisfied with this idea he has devised. The only drawback is a slight, yet acceptable, leakage of the Fool's existence. While handing over Rosel's journal to the "Fool," Audrey took the vellum bearing the information about the other's devoted followers, noting the name of Beckett Bank and the corresponding, anonymous account designated by a sequence of numbers. I didn't know whether the admirer of the " Fool " was a gentleman or a lady, and which position in the sequence he held... Well, certainly strong—definitely not behind the " Storm Commander " Zinglars in strength. Audrey found her thoughts drifting off effortlessly. But soon she regained focus and began memorizing the anonymous account. "No need to go through all this," she heard the calm, steady voice of the " Fool " saying. "After you return home, simply repeat my name silently, and the corresponding information will appear automatically." It's just like when I drew the image of the red chimney from my divination... The account number is crucial—absolutely must not be mistaken. Klein quietly added these thoughts to himself. Is this really sufficient? From the way the " Fool " spoke, he seemed very confident indeed. Truly, a figure approaching divine—capable of handling such matters. Audrey paused, then felt reassured, finding it perfectly logical and sound. Yet, why did I just go through such effort to remember the recipe? Audrey suddenly felt a bit confused again. At that moment, Caine held the page of Roscel's journal steady, not in a hurry to glance at it, and turned his head toward "the Sun," asking calmly, "What compensation would you like?" Derek thought seriously and replied, "I don't currently have any items I'm particularly eager to obtain. I should be able to absorb the 'Hymn-Bearer' potion fairly quickly, so the compensation will accumulate there—yes, in preparation for the corresponding Sequence 8 recipe, or for the essential materials." Sequence 8 is "The Light-Prayer," I do have the materials... but even if I acquire them, I'm not sure how to deliver them to you. I still don't know how to process or integrate them. Indeed, the Silver City clearly holds the mastery of 'the art of performance.' Hmm... their highest-tier fighters only reach Sequence 4—does that limitation stem from material constraints? Caine nodded thoughtfully, indicating agreement. Audrey also keenly noticed the word "digestion," pausing to ask, "Mr. Sun, have you mastered the 'method of embodiment'?" Derek looked puzzled toward Miss Justice, responding calmly, "This isn't at all surprising... The general education course in Silver City is precisely teaching the 'method of embodiment.'" The general education course is teaching the 'method of embodiment'... Audrey glanced at The Hangover, only to find him looking back at her, and both of them suddenly fell into silence. Mr. Sun's origins indeed seem profoundly mysterious—how did Mr. The Fool bring him into the Tarot Circle? The more she thought about it, the more reverent she felt. She took a breath, and looked up at The Fool, who stood amid the thick gray mist, utterly unimpressed. At that moment, The Hangover, Aljer, gently inquired, "Mr. Sun, have you clearly explained the key points of the 'method of embodiment'?" "Yes." "Derek nodded without hesitation," Our general education courses explain it very clearly—the only key point regarding the "role-playing" method is simply, "Remember, you're only playing a role." Just as I anticipated... We're skillfully circumventing the resistance, completely dismantling the lingering mental influence of the potion, rather than yielding to it... "Sun," you truly are a simple-minded youth—so easily deceived into revealing crucial information. Klein smiled slightly and turned his gaze toward the journal before him. ps: Posting the third update today. 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