"On the third of June, after discussing with Edwards, we decided to abandon our plan to reach a mutual understanding with the Church of Everbright. This move might reveal my true intentions, allowing the Soron family and their supporting old nobles to anticipate and prepare accordingly—making the situation extremely difficult and dangerous. "Unfortunately, Green died in the Mist Sea. He was the most astute among us. "Let it be chaotic, let it be chaotic! Only when things become truly chaotic can I seize my opportunity to emerge unscathed. Only when the Soron family can no longer manage the situation will the Church of Everbright be forced to acknowledge me! "I may need to assist those who have defected, but how can I do so discreetly, without drawing attention? "On the fourth of June, the Secretarian of the Monastery, Charathus, visited me unexpectedly." ... And then what? Klein was curious about the purpose behind the Grand Master of the Conclave, Chalatu, seeking out Roscel during the final days before the rebellion and the coup. Yet he found that the subsequent two pages of notes bore no relevance to this matter, which left him with an increasingly irritable sense of frustration. Though these three journal entries offered only sparse, straightforward accounts from the participants' perspectives, they still vividly conveyed the turbulent momentum of the famed upheaval in Tis in the year 1173—over a century ago. Historical records clearly document the outcome: Roscel, as a colonel, quelled the rebellion, then seized power through a coup, transforming the Kingdom of Tis into a republic and assuming the office of magister. Over the following nineteen years, he reformed the legal code, fostered innovation, and laid the foundation for the Industrial Revolution, significantly strengthening the nation's strength. He also launched military campaigns, bringing the realms of Lurng, Maseg, and Segal under its protection, and eventually compelled the three major northern powers—the Fasak Empire, the Roon Kingdom, and the Feneport Kingdom—to yield. When Roscel was nearing his twenty-year tenure as consul, at the end of 1192, he transformed the Republic into an Empire and proclaimed himself Caesar. Less than six years later, he died at the Palace of White Maple, concluding one of the most legendary chapters of the Fifth Age. Caine recalled the materials he had read, growing increasingly convinced that Roscel's death was far from simple on the surface—just as the significant events surrounding it undoubtedly involved extraordinary forces and a realignment of transcendent powers, not merely as described in textbooks. "Indeed, Green, one of Roscel's so-called 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,' died at sea in the Mist Sea... Roscel had previously recorded in a journal the peculiarities of this 'knight,' which seemed closely linked to the island they discovered, teeming with transcendent beings... It was not just a fortunate encounter—it was perilous." Caine recalled a prior entry and, with a thoughtful sentiment, turned to the fifth page of the journal. The content on this page holds little value—it consists of Roscel's reflections on the 1128 Ormire red wine, his sense of disillusionment upon meeting his youthful admiration only to find the woman had aged and changed in appearance, and his summary of a period spent increasingly immersed in card games, reflecting a state of decline. The sixth page is similarly composed of routine entries, though the final entry catches Klein's attention: "On April 8, I must dispatch someone to investigate the Order of the Holy Convent, gather more information, and no longer remain passive—no longer be led along by Charathus." So, have you found anything, Comrade Roscel? Klein is unable to locate further details and can only compose himself, awaiting the next gathering when the "Hanged Man" will present the remaining six pages. He knew that most of the investigation records from over a hundred years ago would likely not help him uncover clues related to the Conclave, given that so much time had passed—many high-ranking figures, especially the more ordinary ones, probably had already passed away, let alone those at the mid and lower levels. Yet Klein believed these records would inspire him, helping him grasp the Conclave’s customary public identities and operational routines. Hmm... Suddenly, Caine had a new thought, and with a calm, steady smile, said, "Rosalind mentioned some hidden histories in her journal, some simple common sense facts—those reminded me that I haven't quite told you all about them." Audrey suddenly felt dazed, then half-turned, her eyes bright with surprise, fixed on the head of the ancient long table. Had the Knight of the Fool himself brought up the contents of Rosalind's journal? What would it contain? She was thrilled and excited, completely forgetting that she was merely an observer. In comparison, the Knight of the Temperance, Aljere, remained far more composed, though the subtle straightening of his posture still betrayed him. As for the Knight of the Sun, Drik, who had always assumed that the Fool would be particularly interested in objects full of mysteries, he was unaware of Rosalind the Great, nor did he know what this name meant across the northern continent. Thus, while he was clearly curious, his reaction was quite ordinary. "Sir Fool, what common sense did Emperor Roscel mention? I can pay you for this information," Audrey couldn't help but ask. Yet, in her heart, she quietly added: "I insist on a private conversation!" To them, this might still be a sacred ritual of honor. Of course, from the previous exchanges, Kline could see that "The Hangman" knew something as well. Unfortunately, it wasn't always possible to have "Justice" Lady pay in pounds, transferring funds to my followers... My followers too needed a certain stature. One couldn't undermine the strong image Mr. Azk had established. Well, there would be another opportunity. After all, even the most powerful beings have subordinate staff at the base level—much like the "Watchers" of the Night Goddess. Never has anyone questioned the authenticity of the Night Goddess simply because her watchmen were ordinary. Kline sighed quietly. "Thank you so much, Mr. The Fool! You are truly generous!" Audrey responded with genuine delight. For a moment, she confessed to herself three seconds of her own modesty—her earlier desire to purchase news with money. Klein stopped the tapping of his fingers and delivered the statement in a calm tone: "The first principle—the Law of Permanence of Exceptional Properties—states that exceptional properties neither perish nor diminish; they merely transfer from one entity to another." I found myself unconsciously adopting the队长's tone... Klein's嘴角 lifted subtly as a result. Neither perish nor diminish; they merely transfer from one entity to another... Audrey munched on these words, feeling that within this simple sentence lay an immense depth of meaning. Her eyes, as green and vivid as precious stones, shifted, and upon seeing neither the 'Hanged Man' nor the 'Sun' displaying any surprise or contemplation, she instantly realized that these two Tarot members had known this principle all along. Only I didn't know... she thought, a touch of slight disappointment in her mind, but soon began to praise the kindness of the 'Magus' gentleman. At this point, Caine added, "Therefore, when an extraordinary being dies, it leaves behind an object that embodies its unique characteristics—this could be a key ingredient for a potion, or a magical item that requires sealing. In the case of ordinary extraordinary beings, the same happens, though it would then be equivalent to a potion without any auxiliary materials. Of course, the object itself also possesses certain extraordinary abilities and can be used as a semi-mature magical item." These seemingly simple words resonated powerfully within Audrey's mind, layer upon layer, rising steadily until they culminated into a massive thunderclap. Audrey recalled the image of beings being consumed, and thought back to the question she had previously asked about "The Hanged Man"—what if the source of materials were cut off, would the sequence path itself be interrupted? Now she knew the answer, yet she would have preferred never to have heard it, as though she were living through a nightmare. How could it be so cruel? How could it be so dark? Audrey had witnessed her share of less-than-stellar events involving the extraordinary, mostly stemming from personal pettiness and malice—like Mr. A, or Zhilingers—but that hadn’t dimmed her admiration and enthusiasm for the mysterious realm and the transcendent world. Yet this time, she found that the very essence of that enigmatic world was saturated with gray and black. Wake up, Audrey, you can’t remain naive anymore! Think of the chaos—the cruelty and darkness described by Mr. The Fool were entirely foreseeable. Once you’ve chosen this path, you must walk it with courage! Audrey comforted herself with a few such thoughts, and her mood gradually eased. She observed that both "The Hangman" and "The Sun" seemed only to perform their usual gestures, as if fully aware of what had just transpired. Hmph! How very unkind Mr. The Hangman has been—earlier, he even wanted to trade me news of this! Well… this news is indeed worth a substantial reward and is quite significant to us. Yet, to the Sir Fool, it's merely a simple commonplace. Odile found herself suddenly wanting to smile, her mood improving, and gradually set aside the various extreme examples she had been considering. As for the reactions of the three members, Caine wasn't at all surprised, and continued with a calm, steady tone: "Secondly, the Law of Conservation of Exceptional Properties within similar sequences." Conservation of exceptional properties… The "Hanged Man" slightly adjusted his posture, feeling as though he was beginning to grasp something, yet still unable to fully comprehend what this law truly meant or what it embodied. "Justice" and "The Sun" felt much the same—both found it difficult to intuitively grasp the law's true significance. "Why within similar sequences?" Aljere couldn't help but ask. Caine smiled and replied: "What will you have to give up in order to gain the answer?" One of his recent thoughts was that common sense is free, while explanations come at a cost—this aligns well with our identity and doesn't waste information. The most valuable is what is free.