In the late afternoon, Caine settled into the armchair in the living room, drawing warmth from the fireplace, and took up the materials just delivered by his assistant from Esgaroth. After receiving praise from the distinguished detective for his morning insights, Kaslana immediately expressed her own need for similar materials. Meanwhile, Stuart quietly remarked that he had long admired Caine's composure and confidence, especially during his handling of the case involving Atreus, and had always believed him to be a capable detective—yet he had never imagined he would be so outstanding. He also informed Caine that, should he require assistance or personnel, he would be happy to help, as he had many contacts within the detective community of Beckett. Esgaroth-Stanton likewise promised to immediately reach out to the police department and secure the relevant materials for the detectives in need by dark. He truly proved himself to be highly reliable. At the next Tarot gathering, I need to have "The World" inquire about the small "Sun," clarify the nature of Sequence 6, "The Devil," and discover what unique abilities the extraordinary figures of this sequence possess. Previously, I hadn't intended to get involved, and I'd forgotten to gather the relevant information. Now that I've decided to assist, I must be well-prepared, so as not to be caught off guard should any unforeseen dangers arise. Klein mused for several seconds, lowered his head, and under the glow of the gas lamp, began reviewing the series of unsolved serial murders that had plagued the entire Ruin Kingdom over the past twenty years. Yet this number was far fewer than he had anticipated. There were four cases in Beckett, and five in other cities, totaling just nine! "Well, although the world hasn't yet developed the concept of DNA testing, nor does it possess many essential forensic technologies, under the impetus of the Emperor, a fairly established 'fingerprinting' system has emerged, and here, there are also extraordinary means such as clairvoyance, divination, and dream-reading." Individually, murder cases not involving nobles, wealthy individuals, or officials rarely prompt the police to seek assistance from the exceptional teams of the three major churches. However, when a series of murders unfolds, causing widespread concern and public panic, the police invariably make their most prudent choice—thus, it becomes logical that only a few of the unsolved serial murder cases over the past twenty years have truly stood the test of reason and logic. Kline quickly grasped the rationale. He settled his thoughts and reviewed the cases one by one. With limited information available for divination, he initially selected two cases that seemed potentially relevant to the current incident, intending to use them as starting points. One of these occurred four years ago, involving five victims—each a single woman with a child—whose bodies showed signs of abuse but no evidence of sexual contact. The police on duty believed the murderer certainly knew those women, otherwise he could not have so precisely identified single mothers with one child. They began by interviewing residents in the neighborhood and regular customers of several of the women, narrowing down a list of suspects, but ultimately failed to identify the actual killer. Although the case file only briefly mentioned it, Caine clearly noticed that they had enlisted extraordinary individuals from the three major churches—yet, despite their efforts, the case remained unsolved. With the extraordinary ability drawn from the "Deep Abyss" path, it was entirely consistent with mysticism to observe traces of past moral decline in a woman and to recognize her as a prostitute; yet, it made no sense to deduce that she was currently single with exactly one child. The police's reasoning was sound—so where was the flaw? Was the true killer, like myself, capable of resisting dream intrusion, divination, or spirit communication, and thus evading detection by night-watchers or substitute penitents of lower to medium sequence? It’s possible—though the major churches aren’t short on knowledge about “serial killers,” perhaps the other party has had some unique experiences of their own! From his own perspective, Klein has pinpointed a few key questions. I’m analyzing them in the way of a kindred spirit, after all… I haven’t let down the name Moriarty. He chuckles lightly and decides his primary focus remains those four suspects. “Alright, have Mr. Stanton verify the current addresses and statuses of the suspects with the police, and ask Stuart to assist—myself, I’ll stay back, so as not to encounter any official extraordinary beings. Once I have a clearer picture of the situation, I’ll gather the suspects’ personal belongings and conduct my metaphysical reasoning from the Gray Mists.” Klein swiftly outlines the plan. The second case occurred eleven years ago, when four separate cases of dismembered bodies were reported one after another. Initially, these cases were not linked—only when investigators noticed inconsistencies in the manner of corpse handling did they realize they formed a series of connected murders. The victims were all professionals who worked late and returned home, both male and female, with no evidence of theft or prior connection among them. Due to the delay in identifying the suspect, the case remained unresolved for a long time. "This is a failure on our part. If we had promptly engaged a 'spirit medium,' the deceased's souls might have gathered around the murderer’s presence—though it's also possible the murderer has severed the souls entirely, as in this very case. In that scenario, the victims' bodies would have reduced to ashes, making it extremely difficult to gather evidence." Klein rubbed his temples. As dusk fell, he decided to set aside the case for now and rose from his armchair, leaving Minsk Street. He had other matters to attend to tonight! He was heading to the southern district of the Great Bridge, to the Harvest Church on Rose Street, to meet Bishop Utrofski and secure the "Herbalist's" formula—something he had already consulted his oracle about regarding potential dangers. For Caine, having a "Herbalist" as a trusted subordinate would be immensely beneficial. He would inevitably suffer injuries, illnesses, and encounters with enemies capable of harming him; a reliable "Herbalist" would serve as his steadfast support. After making a brief circuit through the eastern district and changing his appearance, Caine took the steam subway across the Tazok River and arrived in the southern district. Along the route, the dim lighting of the subway stations and the corresponding gas lamps created a striking and memorable scene. Switching to a public carriage, Caine reached Rose Street, and without needing to search, he immediately spotted the small Harvest Church. The golden church stands out with its prominent spire and a life emblem inscribed on its exterior—depicting a simple infant surrounded by symbols such as wheat stalks, fresh foliage, and flowing springs—distinct from the surrounding buildings. At this moment, the interior is dimly lit, with few worshippers present. Kline entered from the side, carefully applying oil paint to his face rather than relying solely on his ability to create illusions. In the nave, rows of seats are neatly arranged, with a grand life emblem above, and candles lit along the sides. Seated in the front row is a tall man in his forties or fifties, dressed in brown clerical robes. Simply sitting there, he appears like a small mountain, imposing and overwhelming. He wears a bishop's soft hat, with lightly faded, sparse eyebrows, and clear lines of wrinkles around his eyes, cheeks, and mouth. At this moment, he is tightly closed-eyed, hands clasped together, pressing gently against his chin, as if engaged in the most devout act of repentance. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, revealing a soft blue hue. "The Mother Goddess's Church will never turn away anyone. Why haven't you taken the main entrance?" The man in his forties or fifties spoke without lifting his gaze, his voice low and gentle. "Are you Bishop Utravaski?" Klein stepped out from the shadows. "I'd prefer to be called Father," replied the tall man in the brown bishop's robe, his tone warm. "Father Utravaski." "Ah, Bishop," Klein smiled deliberately. "Your name and your height tell me you're from Fasak, and yet you've chosen to worship the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Why?" Bishop Utravaski slowly raised his head, gazing at the Life Holy Emblem ahead, his voice filled with emotion. "I was born in Indo, along the shores of the Inner Sea, a man deeply passionate about battle and bloodshed." Indo? Indeed, he was from the Fasak Empire... Klein nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly. The Mide Sea forms the natural boundary between Roon, Intes, and Vosak. The eastern shore belongs to Roon, while most of the western shore falls under Intes, and to the north lie several renowned port cities of the Vosak Empire, such as Indo. Furthermore, the Mide Sea extends northeastward through the Vosak Empire, connecting with the North Sea. This northeastern stretch features numerous islands, home to animals such as ice bears and seals. Hunting bears and fishing for seals are traditional pastimes among the local Vosak people. When his thoughts slightly wandered, Bishop Utravskii continued gazing ahead: "I committed serious sins and fled to the Sunia Sea, where I became a ruthless pirate. I was fortunate enough to encounter a missionary of the Mother Goddess before I truly descended into the depths of my spiritual hell." "After that day, I came to understand the preciousness of life, the charm of growth, and discovered a pure joy that stemmed directly from life itself. Before the sacred emblem of the Mother Goddess, I made a vow to spread her faith to other lands, as a form of penance for the bloodshed of the past." "So, I have come. I have come here." With a calm yet deeply emotional voice, Bishop Utravskiy rose to his feet—over two meters and twenty centimeters tall, robust in build, his clerical robe taut, as though a legendary giant had finally reappeared upon the northern continent. True giants stood three to five meters tall, with eyes positioned vertically above the head... it was no wonder that the people of the Fsaq Empire consistently referred to themselves as the descendants of giants, believing in their noble giant lineage... Klein had to tilt his head back to catch a glimpse of the "priest's" face. "What do you wish to ask of me?" Bishop Utravskiy inquired, his gaze lowered. "I heard you have a task to assign, and your reward is the formula of the 'Pharmacist'?" "Klein, having made his disguise, asked directly, "Yes?" "Though I don't know where you heard it, the matter is indeed true." "What is the task?" Klein inquired with a smile. The Bishop studied him intently for a moment, then said, "I believe you won't be able to fulfill my commission." "Perhaps I can—only if I know the specifics, I'll be able to assess it properly." Klein furrowed his brows. The Bishop stood there like a towering pillar, pausing for several seconds before speaking, "My commission is..." At this, he closed his eyes: "To kill me."