Audrey, who had just been about to request a private conversation, suddenly noticed something: the figure representing "The World," seated at the lowest end of the bronze long table, showed not the slightest interest in "The Art of Playing," nor even the impulse to inquire. Had he already mastered "The Art of Playing," or perhaps had he privately consulted with "The Fool"? Audrey murmured a comment, then still proceeding with caution, secured the setting for a private exchange. Then, turning to Fother, she carefully chose her words and intoned: "Our attitude toward potions should not be one of mastery, but of digestion." "The key to digestion lies in playing; the key to playing is the name of the potion." "Why?" Fother asked promptly. After a brief pause, Audrey added another question: "And then, how exactly do we play?" Audrey recalled the Sir Fool's posture and examples, repeating the sequence of descriptions—castle, guards, invitations, impersonation—and concluded, "In short, the purpose of playing a role is to harmonize body, mind, and spirit, to circumvent the stubborn resistance of the lingering magical essence, and to shatter and assimilate it." As a novelist, Folvess possessed a vivid imagination; even as the concept of "Justice" was being explained, she had already mentally visualized the corresponding scenes and settings, grasping the essence of what was being conveyed. "Ah, so it is..." "I never realized the lingering spiritual effects of the potion could be so effectively neutralized, reducing the risk of loss of control." "The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that this is possible!" ... Folvess's doubts gradually diminished, replaced by a growing sense of wonder. Finally, she asked with a sense of confirmation: "Was this indeed taught by Sir Fool?" "Yes, without Mr. The Fool, we might have already lost control. Our very existence proves that the 'Role-Playing' method has worked," praised Audrey of Justice sincerely. Huff—Verith quietly exhaled, feeling a bright sense of hope shining ahead for her future. Could this truly be the kind of adventure described in countless novels? It felt absolutely wonderful! Yet, she couldn't afford to be complacent. Mr. The Fool might be a malevolent deity, concealing his intentions deep beneath a benevolent facade. Verith reminded herself mentally. Immediately, she turned her attention to a more pressing question: how to embody the role of a 'Apprentice.' Literally, an 'Apprentice' means someone whose skills are still developing, who must continue receiving instruction and remain dedicated to learning—someone who must not boast, must not grow arrogant, and must always recognize the humility of their own strength. Verith quickly expanded her thoughts, completely unaware that the private conversation had already come to an end. At that moment, Deryck, the "Sun," silently scanned the room and clenched his teeth, saying, "I would like to know which seven deities you refer to, and what their general circumstances are." He finally couldn't hold off asking the question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time. "...I know!" Audrey, the "Justice," almost failed to respond at first, but soon understood what the "Sun" was asking, and thus raised her right hand slightly. Meanwhile, the "Turner" and the "World" also signaled that they were ready to answer. "...What are they doing?" Firth looked puzzled, striving to recall what had just happened. In an instant, she remembered the "Sun's" question and began to grasp the underlying meaning in his words. Could that be it? Didn't he know the Seven Deities? How had he appeared out of nowhere? Firth stared in astonishment at the young man who was known as the "Sun." On the Northern Continent, not a single person—except for the young and still unacquainted children—is unaware of the seven legitimate deities! Even the poor and the homeless, struggling to survive, know them well. To them, the free meals occasionally distributed by the churches are incredibly appealing, and the charitable shelters are like beacons of hope in their darkest moments. As for the people in the colonial settlements of the Southern Continent—why on earth would he ask such a simple question here, when it was entirely unnecessary? He could simply visit any church and ask the priest or the chaplain to preach, and everything would be clear! Where exactly does the "Sun" reside? Truly, a strange one! While Folshe murmured these thoughts, looking left and right, he noticed that the "Justice" lady, the "Turner" gentleman, and the "World" gentleman showed no surprise at all. At this moment, the "Fool" Kline, still veiled in mist, observed the three of them responding eagerly and smiled gently. "Sir Sun," he said, "whom would you like to trade with?" "What would you like in return?" "Sol" Dric pressed his lips together, thinking for a few seconds. "I'll negotiate separately with each of them." Only then can I gather the most comprehensive intelligence... Dric has matured under the harsh conditions of Silver City, gaining experience from his previous patrols and clearance missions. He paused and added, "The compensation will be the opportunity to ask me one question—I can answer it." "I promise," smiled Audrey, the "Justice," warmly. "I'm very interested in Silver City." "Silver City?" What on earth is that? I've never heard of it! Forth looked around in confusion, feeling completely lost in what they were saying. Audrey glanced at her kindly and offered a brief explanation: "Sir Sol is not located on the northern or southern continents, nor on any island in the great ocean. Silver City lies beyond the limits of our known or explored world." Fiction, surely? That was the thought that immediately came to Forth's mind. Yet, the "Sun"'s performance couldn't have been more convincing—she readily accepted Audrey's explanation without anyone having to unite in an effort to deceive me. This secret gathering was even more astonishing than I had imagined... The " Fool" was far more impressive than I had expected. Firth exhaled softly, murmuring her thoughts. Audrey vaguely conveyed her current thoughts, momentarily wishing to highlight that the "Hurricane Commander" Zinger, the Ambassador Becklang, and the "Fraud" Lanurus had all died as a result of the Tarot circle. Alas, if Firth knew about these three incidents, she would immediately connect them to Audrey's "Justice" and would have to keep them strictly confidential—she would have to keep them secret, no matter how difficult it proved! Audrey, the "Justice," suddenly took a deep breath. Unfamiliar with Silver City and unsure of what questions to ask, Firth chose to remain a passive observer in the subsequent transactions. Meanwhile, both the "Hanged Man" and the "World" agreed to Deric, the "Sun"'s, requests. The most delighted was Caine—this meant his harvest had grown from one to three. ——During their individual conversations, the "Fool" could hear! And Caine clearly didn't intend to shield himself. "How truly simple the 'Sun' is!" he thought, smiling to himself. Given the vast amount of information related to the Seven Gods, "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The World" could only select their own key points to "write down," and gradually, they each transmitted their descriptions to the "Sun." Derek swiftly scanned through them, his eyes lingering on a few lines: "Beyond the Supreme Creator, the oldest deities are the Eternal Radiant Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom; their churches are the oldest among all." "Why haven't I heard of these deities... I've never heard of any of them... I have a strong feeling that something important is hidden here..." Derek knew that the Tarot gathering had a limited duration, so he quickly concluded his reading and intended to return later to seek guidance from the "Wanderer," asking Him to help awaken his memories. The first question came from "Justice" Odile. Due to the series of murders, she had become particularly interested in the "Devil" sequence, and thus, following the example of the "World," she posed the corresponding inquiry. Derek responded fluently, adding: "At the corresponding sequence 7, the extraordinary ones on the 'Deep' path can effectively disrupt divination and spiritual communication." The "Devil's" abilities are truly formidable—I wonder if my sequence 7 "psychologist" will bring about a transformation, or perhaps it will only happen at sequence 6? Odile listened with a sense of apprehension. The second question came from "The Hangover" Aljere. He seemed to have pondered for a long time, gazing at the "Sun," and spoke in a steady voice: "I would like to understand the founding myth of the City of Silver." Derek, slightly relaxed now, added: "The all-knowing, all-powerful gods created everything and then entered into slumber." "The King of Giants, Orlmir; the Dragon of Imagination, Angerwid; the King of Elves, Suniasolym; the First Vampire, Lilith; the King of Demons, Fabtis; the First Phoenix, Greagal; the King of the Other Beings, Kvasithuun; and the King of the Magi-Wolves, Fregral—these beings divided the divine powers bequeathed by the First, becoming the true gods, the ancient gods, who ruled the sky, the land, and the sea, the realms of reality, the spirit world, and the stellar realms, and the various races." Fregral? Suddenly, Klein, listening attentively, noticed a familiar word. Whenever he received a promotion, during periods of instability, or when exposed to the lingering influence of the Antigonus family's records, a faint, phantom whisper would echo in his ears: "Hornachis... Freglara... Hornachis... Freglara... Hornachis... Freglara..." Klein had long known that "Hornachis" referred to the mountain range with the remnants of the Night Kingdom, but had always remained uncertain about what "Freglara" meant. Now, for the first time, he heard the word "Freglara" spoken by someone else! The King of the Magic Wolf, an ancient deity! Yet, why was this deity connected to the Hornachis mountain range? Klein remained motionless, quietly listening as "Sun" Deric continued his tale: "Some of them fell in the course of their own conflicts, while others lost their authority when the Supreme Creator, the All-Knowing, All-Powerful God, awoke." "The first part is the creation myth, and the second part is the actual history of the Silver City as it has truly unfolded." The "Hanged Man" Aljer listened with growing enthusiasm, eager to learn more, but was restrained by the "Sun," who was unwilling to elaborate further. He therefore paused, shifting his focus to thoughtful reflection. Could it be that King Freyglar, the Wolf King, had already stepped off the historical stage during the Second Age—long before the Great Cataclysm, in the dark era of the early days? Klein pondered this while guiding the "World" to ask questions. Originally, he had intended to inquire about which sequence of the extraordinary beings could freely transition between physical and spiritual forms, just like Miss Sharon—should the "Sun" be unfamiliar with this knowledge, he would then consider other matters. But now, he had more pressing and vital questions to explore, and thus spoke with a somber, resonant voice: "Everything about King Freyglar." The "Sun," Deric, glanced at the "World" with a look of mild surprise, then furrowed his brows slightly. "Regarding this ancient deity, I know very little." "He is also known as the 'Destroyer Wolf' and the 'Night Wolf.' 'Night Wolf...' 'Night?' Caine slightly narrowed his eyes."