Within the deep and serene underground corridor, the white bone messenger, nearly four meters tall, clutched the paper tightly and vanished from Klein's sight without causing any noticeable change. When only the elegant gas lamps embedded in the walls remained, he folded his Azkran copper whistle and continued toward the Charnis Gate. During the act of writing, he had already decided which seal to select next: First, the Level-3 seals were almost certain not to affect the infant within Meghovis's belly, unless they were items of special hidden significance—such as the "Varied Solar Emblem." Yet at this very moment, under these circumstances, Klein had neither the mind nor the time to investigate or explore the possibility of such hidden secrets. Moreover, since most of the seals came with inherent drawbacks that would greatly inconvenience or even endanger the user, he simply eliminated all the Level-3 seals—those that could not impact the enemy but instead weakened himself. Second, the team from Tingen lacks a "Level 1" seal and has only three "Level 2" seals—information that should have remained a secret between Klein and himself. However, given the urgency of the situation, Dunn decisively invoked the "emergency clause" and conveyed the general details to him. —Dunn: Smith is unable to grasp any other seal simultaneously while holding onto the ashes of Saint Serenela. The "Level 2" seals behind the Charnes Gate in Tingen are designated as: "2–030", "2–078", and "2–105". The name "2–030" — "The Never-Extinguished Poison" — originates from an extraordinary being who suddenly went mad, with an unknown sequence designation. He cut his wrist to commit suicide, allowing his blood to flow into a modest ordinary silver cup. However, after he had drained all his blood, the cup remained incomplete; the liquid within became translucent and luminous, exceptionally alluring, to the point that even an extraordinary being of Sequence 5 could not resist drinking it and was instantly poisoned. Upon the victim's death, the poison seeped gradually from his skin pores, reassembling itself in small amounts, neither more nor less than when it first appeared. Dunne noted that the researchers at the Sanctum suspected that all high-sequence strongholds would perish from the poison, yet the issue was that these high-sequence strongholds rarely succumbed to the allure of the cup of poison, and given their distinct "2-030" signature, they could hardly be mistaken for having consumed it. To kill them, one would have to first capture them, maintain strict control, and force them to drink it—yet why go through such a complicated process? The "2-030" continuously enticed surrounding beings to drink from it, and the user had to remain fully focused to resist this force. Should they even slightly relax, they would naturally drink the poison as if performing a habitual action. Almost immediately after Dunne finished describing it, Caine had already decided not to select this seal. "2-078," known as the "Gate of Death," takes the form of a standard wooden door. Any being that passes through it dies instantly, with no instances of high-sequence strongholds having participated in the trials. It has living qualities, constantly trying to escape and capable of changing its form to blend in with the existing doors. If the user makes a mistake and loses control of it, they must exercise caution—avoid passing through any of the surrounding doors, remain in place until rescue arrives, or simply break through the wall to exit. Kline considered using "2—078," but after careful deliberation, concluded that the intuitive sense of the mythical creature would likely be sharp enough to distinguish which door was the "Gate of Death," thus limiting the practical effectiveness of the sealing object. In the end, he decided on "2—105." This seal's name is "The Thief of Vessels." It takes the form of a thick, rigid blood vessel. Anyone who comes into contact with it—regardless of protection—will have their life gradually drained. At first, the effects may not be obvious; however, if contact is maintained without interruption, after thirty minutes, clear physical manifestations will appear. According to Duan, a Sequence 5 cultist sustained contact for two hours and transformed from a robust man in his thirties into an elderly figure—stooped, with loose, wrinkled skin, sparse white hair, and completely missing teeth. "Whether or not it succeeds, at least we've raised the chances of victory from five percent to ten percent, and I'm at least the King of Good Fortune, the one in yellow and black. Moreover, our primary objective is simply to be prepared, to make the worst-case scenario our plan of action—we don't necessarily have to act. I hope our allies arrive soon." Kline paused outside the watchroom, no longer hesitating. He wasn't overly concerned about the negative impacts of the seal "2–105," since he didn't intend to use it himself. His plan was to deploy it to Leonard, who already had the "Yahin Seal," and who might still be subject to suppression—the "Azk Copper Horn" was uncertain. It was time, his poetry classmate, for you to reveal your true secret. Kline murmured this softly, and then spotted Siga T'ong standing at the doorway of the watchroom. The white-haired, black-eyed part-time writer remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "You'll take charge of the Charnes Gate." "My strength surpasses yours, and my experience is richer than yours." "But you don't have the 'Yangyan Seal'..." Klein smiled. "Madam, I've already reached Sequence 8." "Even here, safety isn't guaranteed. The sealing entities behind the Charnis Gate—those with living properties—seem to be stirring. If we fail, the people here will surely not escape unscathed." "Ah, our objective up above is to delay, to await rescue. Perhaps that will be safer than the area near the Charnis Gate." Sigga T'On slowly pressed her lips together, then solemnly drew a crimson moon on her chest. "May the Goddess protect you." Since Dune had not had time to draft the documents, Klein could not enter the Charnis Gate directly. He could only watch as Sigga T'On pushed a crevice and stepped inside. A few minutes later, her figure appeared at the gate's edge, holding a thick, pale, blood-streaked vessel in her left hand. Klein reached out and took it. Instantly, he felt a faint current running through his body, brushing over him repeatedly. ……… In the reception hall of Blackthorn Security. Leonard had shaken off the stiffness he'd just experienced, speaking calmly and naturally about the house where Larnus had previously lived. "Indeed, he never told me that..." Meghios slightly furrowed her brow, offering a perfectly normal response. Upon finishing, she grasped her golden hair, pulled a generous handful loose, and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can. Leonard paused, struggled to swallow, and felt a fresh bead of cold sweat forming on his palms. …… Holding克莱恩, whose left arm was wrapped with the "Thief of Vessels," he stepped steadily up the stairs, one step at a time, returning to the second floor. He noticed that at the entrance to the night watch rest room, beneath the pale blue gas lamps, Dene Smith stood quietly in a sleek black knee-length coat, his eyes deep and gray—just as they had been when he first encountered him. "Let me introduce you, night watch, Dene Smith." Faint echoes resonated in Caine's ears, and suddenly, in his mind, he saw Dune half-crouched beside the body of Coen-Li, his mouth stained with blood. He remained silent for several seconds, then walked over, lifting his left hand and saying, "Captain, I've selected the sealing object '2–105'. I'd like to use it for Leonard." Dune nodded gently, without asking why, then pointed toward his office. "The Hall has sent a telegram stating they will immediately dispatch strong reinforcements. They're asking us to delay as much as possible and to hold on." "They haven't yet responded to the coincidences. I suspect they haven't reached a conclusion yet—or perhaps the person handling the telegram isn't fully aware of the details, so they can't make sense of it. As you know, we need to act quickly; the telegram can't be too lengthy." "Understood," Caine replied, stepping closer to the partition and looking out. "How's the situation?" "Nothing unusual so far." Denguan looked down at the saint's ashes resting in his left palm. Seeing that Leonard and Meiguo were conversing well, Kline didn't interrupt and stepped back to the doorway of the night-watchers' recreation room, facing Denguan diagonally across the corridor. At that moment, Denguan suddenly chuckled to himself with a touch of self-consciousness. "Something came to mind—I forgot one thing." "What is it?" Kline asked, puzzled. Denguan turned his head toward him. "Daile asked me to explain it myself." "Oh?" Kline was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding the captain's meaning. After a few seconds, without waiting for Denguan to respond, he suddenly realized: Daile hadn't replied promptly because she believed it unnecessary—she had simply conveyed the matter directly to the captain, asking him to explain it himself. That meant the captain wasn't in any trouble at all! At this critical moment, Kline felt a genuine surge of joy.