"World" glanced around and said, "I would like to obtain detailed information about all the fallen noble families of the Kingdom of Rouen—specifically their current addresses, as comprehensive as possible." He didn't mention Lord Pound directly because Sherlock Moriaty, the detective, was currently investigating a case involving the family's underground buildings. Crane didn't want "Justice" to deduce "World's" identity based on that. No detail should be overlooked! He repeated this to himself once more. "Justice" Audrey was momentarily stunned and, upon reevaluating the member at the far end of the bronze long table, gently asked, "What would you like to do?" "World" chuckled softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "You needn't worry—I'm merely seeking certain things, and I promise to cause no harm. I can swear this before Mr. The Fool." Indeed, "World" was remarkably restrained in his body language... Wasn't his profession that of a master at countering the roles of "Observer" and "Mind Reader"? Audrey nodded thoughtfully, "I do have some information on the fallen aristocracy, but it's not detailed enough, not specific enough, not comprehensive enough. I'll need a few days to refine it—about three or four days, if that's acceptable?" As a member of the aristocracy, it's essential to know people at a similar level, and throughout her attendance at balls, banquets, and salons, she often hears interesting anecdotes. However, these stories remain fragmented and difficult to synthesize into a cohesive narrative, as she is not an expert in this field. She still needs to consult books, inquire further, and gather information to fill in the details, ensuring no fallen noble is overlooked. "Certainly, no problem." "The World" chuckled softly. "Then what would you like in return? What I can pay immediately includes some hidden histories from the Fourth Age, knowledge of certain extraordinary methods, and a few recipes. However, frankly, I don't think the affairs of those fading noble houses are equivalent to the elixirs of Sequence 8 or Sequence 7. Ah—should you have any other requests, I'll do my best to fulfill them." Not equivalent to the elixirs of Sequence 8 or Sequence 7—meaning, I can't ask for something like a 'psychologist'... "Justice" Audrey pondered seriously. During this time, she glanced quietly at the gentleman seated at the very head of the ancient table—the "Fool"—hoping for a hint. But she found the "Fool" veiled in a gray mist, utterly still, as though a deity were gazing down upon the earth. Well then... Audrey finally made her decision, smiling gently. "I would like to hear about certain extraordinary methods—but only on the condition that I don't already know them." "Respected Sir Fool, may I have your judgment?" "Certainly," said Caine calmly. "Then let us speak privately." Odile turned to the "World." At that moment, Caine lightly tapped the table, blocking the "Sun" and "Hanged Man" from both sight and hearing. He deliberately nodded toward the small horn, signaling that the private conversation had now begun. The "World" looked at Miss Justice, speaking in her usual raspy tone: "What do you know about the Order of the Women?" Odile recalled the materials she had purchased for 1,000 pounds from the "Hanged Man" Alje, and responded briefly with cautious precision: "I know their beliefs, their founding era, their unique pathways, and the inclinations of their leadership." The "World" chuckled softly. "I see—your knowledge is rather limited." "The Order of the Women holds the path of the 'Assassin,' and their sequence eight is the 'Influencer.'" "I'm quite aware of that," Audrey said, half-reminding, half-anticipating. "The World" raised a hand and touched her chin. "Do you know what Sequence 7 corresponds to?" Audrey shook her head slightly. "I'd be delighted to hear your explanation." "Sequence 7 in the 'Assassin' path is called 'Witch,'" the World stated simply. "Witch?" Audrey was startled by the word, and immediately conjured up mental associations. "If a man takes this potion, how would he embody that role?" She found herself quietly murmuring, feeling both nauseated and oddly intrigued. "No, Madam Justice, when a man takes this potion, he ceases to be a man—he becomes a true woman." Caine suppressed his murmurs and guided the World's response. "Good heavens, can the 'Witch' potion actually transform a person's gender?" "Audrey exclaimed aloud. How incredible! The Sir of Fool didn't even hesitate—this is truly real! It's nothing short of a miracle! This is the world of mystery and the extraordinary—the world full of wonders beyond imagination! This is the world I've always longed for! I—why am I feeling so excited? After a moment of calming down, Audrey quickly glanced at the Sir of Fool, a little bashful, feeling a small sense of remorse for having spoken the name of the Goddess of Night before Him. "World," said in a low, resonant voice, "Yes, but it only transforms men into women. Women naturally enhance their own charm—regardless of appearance or skin condition, they become notably better than before. That is why the higher echelons of the sorceress order are composed of women." "Then, what are its drawbacks?" Audrey asked suddenly, her interest piqued. "The World" replied at a steady, measured pace: "The requirement for the role is to become the malevolent force that brings calamity, illness, and suffering." Audrey exhaled softly, slightly disappointed. Her thoughts moved swiftly, and she immediately found herself with a new question: "Suppose, I mean suppose, an animal consumes the 'witch' potion and neither dies nor becomes uncontrollable—does its charm increase by transforming into a human, or by enhancing its inherent appeal to its own kind? For instance, a mother cat that makes all male cats and all cat lovers utterly enchanted?" "The World" paused, clearly uncertain, and after a few seconds said: "I haven't studied such cases." Before Audrey could ask further, he added: "The sequence 6 corresponding to 'witch' is 'Joy,' also known as the Joyful Witch. The requirement for this role is to bring joy to both men and women, and to influence or control them through it. Witches of this sequence are particularly skilled in using unusual spider silk." Audrey opened her beautiful mouth slightly, then silently closed it tightly, regretting deeply her earlier yearning. "With this knowledge, you'll be able to effectively distinguish true witches in the future, hah—do you find this compensation satisfactory?" "The World" asked. Audrey nodded gently: "This is very helpful, indeed... The deal is settled. I'll gather information on the fallen nobility as soon as possible and present it to you at our next gathering, shall I?" "The World" pondered a moment: "Can you manage that promptly?" "Then I'll deliver the information to 'The Fool' sir, and let Him bestow it upon you—would that be acceptable, 'The Fool' sir?" Audrey asked, turning her head slightly. In the thick gray mist, Caine nodded, indicating agreement. At the same time, he busily guided "The World" to murmur: "He?" This was a subtle issue arising from the shift in pronoun usage. Audrey's lips curled slightly, her eyes lifting, deliberately choosing not to explain. Crain tapped the bronze long table, signaling the end of his private conversation. Then, he prompted the "World" again: "I have one more question." It was no surprise that the newcomer had accumulated so many needs—Audrey glanced over with a natural sense of expectation. "The Turner" Aljer and "The Sun" Deric both adopted gestures of attentive listening. The "World" spoke in a low, resonant tone: "I'd like to know if the Solon family of Intis still has any strong members at a high sequence level." As he spoke, Crain glanced at "The Sun" with his peripheral vision, noting that the young man showed no additional reaction. It seems the city of Silvery has no records of the House of Tol Sirin... the family likely rose to prominence after the Great Cataclysm. Caine thoughtfully surveyed the room, noticing that "Justice" and "The Turned Card" exchanged glances, clearly unsure of the answer, while "The Sun" remained unmistakably茫然 and silent. So, he lightly tapped the table again, saying, "I'll answer this question—what compensation can you offer?" Before he finished speaking, Caine quickly summoned "The World" to speak: "A recipe, a Sequence 7 recipe." "Agreed, deal made." Caine created a private setting, and quietly exchanged a few seconds of eye contact with his own counterpart. The previously shielded "Justice" Odile and "The Turned Card" Aljer once again felt the depth of "The Fool's" insight. Though both were curious about the answer, they sensed it held little immediate value for themselves and thought it unworthy of exchange for a Sequence 7 potion recipe. After their individual exchanges concluded, Caine deliberately bowed to the "World" and said in a hoarse voice, "Respected Sir Fool, thank you for your insights—they've been most helpful to me." "This is mutual exchange; no thanks are necessary," Caine replied, his tone calm despite a sudden wave of gooseflesh. The free exchange lasted less than ten minutes before he announced the Tarot gathering was at an end and severed the connection with the deep crimson stars. As the forms of "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The Sun" dissolved into light, Caine turned to the "World" across from him and smiled lightly, saying, "With my smaller account, many things have indeed become much more convenient." "Though, the all-black eye can't be used beyond the gray mist—what a pity." While speaking, he guided the "World" to rise and bow, then allowed it to fade into the grand, majestic palace. Since he had previously been distracted by managing the cornet, Kline had expended considerable spiritual energy and had not remained in this space. After removing the "Eye of Pure Blackness" and placing it upon the bronze long table, he immediately returned to the real world. At that moment, the tightly closed curtains revealed sunlight—an uncommon sight in the autumn and winter in Beckland. Kline didn’t take the time to appreciate it; instead, he fell asleep for half an hour, restoring some of his energy. Upon waking, owing to Miss Justice’s promise and the lack of urgency, he decided not to go back to the library to search for materials, but rather to visit one of the numerous cemeteries outside Beckland before it grew dark. This was an experiment to test the effects of the Azk’ copper whistle—specifically, to determine its range and limitations! The actual experiment would take place after dusk, but he had chosen to go now because it would have seemed odd and highly conspicuous to hire a carriage in the evening to reach the cemetery.