A faint glow filtered through the narrow colored windows high above, softening the dimness within Morse Church. Crane placed his hat on his knees, leaned on his cane, and sat quietly in the first chair on the left side of the aisle, gazing steadily toward the altar. There were no statues in place, only a single great dark saintly emblem—its deep black background adorned with brilliant accents, crowning exactly half of a crimson moon. Behind the emblem, the walls were pierced by one hole after another, allowing the outside sunlight to stream in, gathering into pure, condensed spots of light that connected with the nearly night-dark surroundings, transforming into a noble celestial sky. Whether the Goddess of Night, the Eternal Sun, or the Sovereign of Storms, no legitimate deity has left behind a concrete image; what is venerated and worshipped are only their symbols... This seems another manifestation of the concept of "being unable to gaze directly upon the gods." Kline allowed his thoughts to wander, not urgently creating the "Yangyan Seal" during his solitary watch over the sealed object "3–0782." He believed such matters required caution, patience, and timing—during the first fifteen minutes, Leonard and Cohen Li might at any moment enter to remind him of certain protocols. In the profoundly quiet atmosphere, time seemed to fly by. Suddenly, Kline regained his focus, producing a silver pocket watch engraved with vine patterns, pressing it open, and glancing at it. Twenty minutes had passed... he murmured silently, placing his half-high silk hat and black silver-handled staff beside him, then rose and walked to a more secluded corner near the altar. At first, he stood facing the side of the altar, but as soon as he saw the immense dark holy emblem and the sacred scene that seemed like a projection from the night sky, he felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness and unease, and thus turned around to face away from the altar. Then, Caine removed the seal from the inner lining of his black tailcoat—number "3–0782"—and bent down to place the ancient, subtly golden emblem gently on the ground. Glancing at the abstract "sun" symbol, he then produced a small candle infused with sandalwood and positioned it directly beneath the seal "3–0782." This was the dual ritual he had learned from "Eternal Sun": to use objects intimately connected with the divine as a direct symbol of the deity, and to use the candle to represent himself. Inhaling deeply to ease the slightly tense atmosphere, Caine then carefully retrieved each item needed for the ritual— a chisel, two thin sheets of gold, a "solar" essential oil blended from black-edged, gold-edged, and white-edged suns, powdered golden citron, and powdered rosemary. Once everything was in place, Caine skillfully guided the flow of spirit with the ritual silver dagger, circling the simple "altar" to create an invisible, sealed wall. He then knelt down, placed the silver dagger, extended his right hand, and, using a method of spiritual friction, lit the candle symbolizing himself. In the flickering, golden light, Caine picked up the "solar" essential oil and dripped a drop onto the flame. Instantly, a shimmering mist spread out, carrying a hint of sunlight. After burning the powdered golden citron and rosemary, Caine stood up, stepped back, and recited in ancient Hermes: "the blood of the eternal, blazing sun." "You are the Unfading Light, the embodiment of Order, the God of Contracts, the Guardian of Commerce." ... The titles of the Unfading Light, the embodiment of Order, the God of Contracts, and the Guardian of Commerce are all integral parts of the esteemed title "Eternal Radiant Sun." Without the prefix "Blood of the Eternal Radiant Sun," the ritual would require a response from a deity to proceed—thus, Caine would doubt that the Eternal Radiant Sun would recognize him as the one who had gazed upon it with disrespect, and by then, Leonard and Cohen-Li would find only a pile of black ashes. Moreover, the ritual must be conducted in the ancient Hermes language—a language directly rooted in nature—only this unfiltered, potent form of speech can allow the incantations to bypass the Eternal Radiant Sun and instead direct toward the "Varied Solar Emblem." At the same time, since he was drawing upon the powers of the deities, Caine couldn't foresee whether the proceedings would unfold smoothly—he believed that doing so would once again bring him face to face with the gods—so he had to remain vigilant, carefully reciting the subsequent incantations: "I invoke you;" "I ask that you grant me strength;" "I ask that you bestow upon me the strength to complete the Yūin seal." "O eternal blaze of the sun, bestow your power into my seal..." "O golden hand-citrus, herb of the solar domain, bestow your power into my seal..." ...As the incantation drew near its close, Caine suddenly felt something brightening before him. The ancient, dark-gold emblem glowed with intense radiance, as though the sun itself had descended upon the earth. Caine was immediately enveloped in extreme heat—his hair grew rapidly hot, as if it were about to catch fire. His feet seemed bare, stepping upon the golden sand warmed by the noon sun, while the relentless, gusting winds blowing from all directions continuously brushed and polished his face and body. In that moment, he felt he must do something—channel and express the blazing force within, or else he would turn into a candle made of flesh. With almost no thought required, Caine raised his hands, drawing symbols, corresponding numerals, magical emblems, and ancient incantations with his chisel upon both sides of the golden plate, guided by instinct, memory, and the ritual’s subtle cues. Outside the church, Leonard stood in the shade, shielding himself from the afternoon sun’s direct rays. Suddenly, he noticed the sunlight intensifying, as if it had surged into the peak heat of July. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, where the blue "canvas" was utterly clear—free of any cloud or dust—so pristine it was breathtaking. "Strange weather." Cohen-Li also noticed the change in the sunlight. Leonard was about to offer a low, amused reply when he suddenly tilted his head. His brows furrowed slightly as he fixed his gaze on the church. "Thank goodness Rosan isn't here, or she'd complain that the sun had darkened her skin," Leonard said, smiling as he turned his attention away. The intense sunlight faded within just a few minutes, gradually returning to its original state. Inside the church, Caine's chisel settled on the final stroke. With the magical symbol representing "light" now complete, the spiritual essence of the gold plate suddenly unified on both its faces and flowed inward, reaching the very core of the metal. No—this was more like divinity. Caine finally shed the heat and the intensity, now clearly observing the two "Yang Flame Amulets" in his hands. The golden hue on their surfaces had grown dull, their patterns ancient and intricate, and a warm, moist sensation was slowly seeping out, gently penetrating into Caine's skin. "Indeed, I finally have some solid cards to play," Klein murmured silently. The incantation he set for the "Yingyan Seal" was the ancient Hermes word for "light." "I want light, and light shall come," he quipped to himself, placing the "Yingyan Seal" into another pocket, not with the "Sleeper," "Hymn," and "Dream" seals, as that would have affected the latter, shortening the duration of their effects. "Well, the power of the 'Yingyan Seal' should last at least a year—perhaps even longer," Klein settled his thoughts, turning his gaze toward the "Mutated Solar Holy Emblem" lying on the ground. Seeing that its surface remained unchanged, and that the sensations of warmth and purity still permeating the surroundings, Klein breathed a deep sigh of relief, swiftly completing the final touches of the ritual and dissolving the spiritual wall. Only now did he take the time to check himself, noticing that his shirt was nearly soaked, his face beaded with sweat, and his hair slightly curled at the edges. Well, well… Keene sighed with relief, secured his belongings, and returned to his original seat, falling asleep instantly, only to be woken by footsteps. He snapped his eyes open, instinctively brushing against the "Yangyan Seal," to make sure it still existed. "You're not doing too well, are you?" Leonard asked as he entered the church. Keene rubbed his temples gently and rose to smile. "I'm approaching my limit." He produced his silver watch, checked it, and added, "By the way, it's your turn now to guard the seal '3–0782.'" As he spoke, Keene removed the "Mutated Solar Saint Emblem" and handed it over to Leonard with quiet confidence. After watching him leave the church, Leonard settled into a more serious and attentive demeanor, carefully examining the seal '3–0782,' his expression gradually clouding with growing confusion. Once the three night-watchmen had completed their shifts, they began their journey back. Prior to this, they had instructed Father Smiley to keep a close watch on the town's condition, and to immediately send a telegraph to Saint Seraphina Church should any further incidents resembling ghostly occurrences arise. "But the salary it offers can heal that wound," Klein replied with a smile. Once the "Justice" lady's 300 pounds clears into the account, he'll inform Benson and Melissa about raising the weekly pay to six pounds, so they won't have to worry too much about household finances. While thinking this, Klein leaned on his cane, removed his hat, and walked toward the living room, speaking softly, "Have you made your decisions?" He had consulted the records of the three housemaids the day before and received favorable readings, so he had entrusted the final choice to his brother and sister. "Yes, Bella. A weekly salary of five shillings, and she's very willing and capable of learning to cook. She hopes to eventually become the household chef, at which point her weekly pay will double. Her father is a worker at the Steel Combined Works in Tingen, and her mother is a laundress." "Banish smiled and replied, 'Of course. Another reason that influenced my and Melissa's decision was that the other two maids are devoted to the Lord of Storms, while Melissa is a believer in the goddess. Personally, I'm not opposed to the followers of the Lord of Storms, but Melissa has a rather different opinion.' Melissa's attitude isn't exactly dislike—more accurately, it's pity for their plight, frustration with their lack of determination. Yes, exactly as Lu Xun described! Recalling Melissa's consistent demeanor, Klein smiled. Banish said nothing further, set down the newspaper, and stood up. 'Since you've returned, let's have dinner now.' ………… The next day, Klein entered the Black Thorns Security Company in a very cheerful mood. 'Good morning,' Rosan said, glancing around. 'Old Neil is unwell. How about we visit him for lunch?' 'Old Neil is unwell?' Klein asked in surprise. Isn't it possible that the purification ritual for diarrhea has caused a severe constipation?" Well, given his recent awareness of the "role-playing" method, it's quite possible he suddenly fell ill—when one grows older, a slight mental vulnerability often leads to physical ailments. Rosan nodded firmly. "Yes, he arranged for someone to request leave from the captain." Kline gave a slight nod. "Then we'll visit him for lunch. Oh, by the way, Neil is rather pitiable—his wife passed away early, and he has no idea where his children are now, so after falling ill, he's been left alone, helpless, in his home." He recalled his first visit to Neil's house. Hearing Kline's remark, Rosan widened her eyes, startled and asked, "When did Neil get married?"