In the luxurious manor of the Count Hol, in Queens. This should have been the time for practicing piano, yet Audrey remained seated before the dressing table, mentally planning how to go through and memorize the entries from Roscel's diary in the evening. Suddenly, a hazy veil enveloped her surroundings, rising in an endless expanse of gray mist. At the heart of the mist stood the figure of "The Fool," listening intently to a man whose form was blurred beyond recognition—his voice barely audible: "...asking for certain assistance;" "...asking for someone to help me reach the bookmark tucked between the pages of Roscel's creative manuscripts;" ... How did The Fool know that I would visit the Roscel memorial exhibition after closing hours, and thus have the opportunity to encounter certain items? Audrey listened in quiet astonishment, though it did not surprise her—given The Fool's stature and capabilities, securing such a small matter was surely within his grasp! As for the precise means by which he achieved this, ordinary sequence members need not understand. Audrey was about to respond when the quiet, unassuming voice of "The Fool" spoke: "You may accept this commission, or you may decline." Hmm... Audrey paused for two seconds, then said: "Respected Mr. Fool, I'll give it a try, though I can't guarantee success." She wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the base fee of just 500 pounds. What drew her to this task was curiosity about the special significance of the bookmark left behind by Emperor Roscel—something so remarkable that it had prompted the devoted followers of "The Fool" to offer an unbounded price. After all, I was planning to go through Roscel's diary today anyway—this would be a perfect opportunity to do so, she thought. In the hazy atmosphere, "The Fool" Kline gently nodded and replied with a single word: "Good." Once the illusion had fully dissipated, Audrey turned her gaze to the dressing mirror, appearing to examine herself with genuine attention. She felt both nervous and excited as she began planning her evening activities: "I must not be noticed as being out of the ordinary." "If there are any movements after the fact involving Mr. The Fool's attendants, I must not become a suspect." "Simply touching that bookmark won't suffice—once it's lost, all attention will inevitably turn to me." "Hmm... therefore, I must show equal interest and demeanor toward all the items, so that no one notices my primary focus is the bookmark. The entire process must be gentle, unobtrusive, and logically sound." "How can I create subtle, unnoticed disruptions?" "It's just a bookmark..." Audrey scanned the array of objects on her dressing table with a vague gaze, then suddenly fixed her attention on the open jewelry box, specifically on a pair of gemstone earrings adorned with fine needles. Her lips curled slightly, her eyes and brows gently bent, as she murmured to herself, "With Suzy's help, it should be enough..." That single pair of glasses is actually a seal, designated "3-1328," affectionately known as the "Crystal Eyes." Through it, Max Levithan can directly see spirits, ghosts, and shadows—no longer afraid of the extraordinary beings summoning these normally elusive phenomena to cause disruptions or theft. Of course, this seal comes with notable drawbacks: it tends to attract restless spirits and shadows, and with prolonged use, vision will inevitably deteriorate. "In the gloomy atmosphere of Beckland, she shines like the sun itself," Max murmured, gazing in admiration at the golden-haired, blue-eyed girl to his side. Audrey, curious, studied the toilet adorned with gold leaf and intricately carved patterns, and asked the guide beside her, "Is this the first modern-style water closet?" "Yes, in my opinion, this is one of Rosel's outstanding contributions to human civilization, particularly when combined with the accompanying sewer system—transforming the entire city of Trier, hooray, from a state of constant filth." The guide had originally intended to say the word "feces," but upon glancing at the young woman before him, he decided to preserve his grace. Audrey hesitated and asked, "May I touch it?" "Is it still functional?" Lord Grelinnet chuckled beside them. "Why are you so curious about this? After all, no matter how old it is, it's merely a flush toilet." Several other noble youths, close friends of theirs, laughed heartily. "No, Grelinnet, you don't understand—it's a shining symbol of human civilization," Audrey replied with a gentle smile, mentally making a face as though she were about to retch. "Honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to say this at all—unless it were for Mr. The Fool's commission." She sighed, feeling both weary and resigned. The guide agreed, "Miss Hall speaks very well—the brilliance of human civilization is not only evident in weapons like cannons and muskets that have transformed the nature of warfare, but also shines in the details of our daily lives." "Respected Miss, I'm not sure if it's still functional, since no one seems to use it anymore." The guide glanced at Max Levy-Moor, received a nod of affirmation, and continued, "You may touch it, even open the water tank and examine its mechanical structure, but please be careful." "Thank you," Audrey said, watching the security staff open the glass wall and quickly stepping forward, extending her right hand, wearing a delicate white lace glove, to gently feel the water pump handle. Then, she stepped back slowly, smiling, "That's enough, I've satisfied my curiosity now—I won't risk damaging it anymore." She always remembered her persona: a simple, curious young girl. After touring this section, they entered the hall housing Rosell's journal. Following a half-circle of introductory remarks, Audrey asked again: "May I take a look at this notebook? We're all very interested in these unusual symbols." "Hmm… I've heard that paper older than a certain age can be damaged just by exposure to air, let alone direct handling—so perhaps not?" She blinked, conveying with the sparkling grace of her eyes a sincere, eager, yet slightly disappointed tone. The guide glanced at Max Levimoor, and only after receiving his response did he smile: "The church has adopted special preservation methods that allow the paper to remain as fresh as if it were produced just a few years ago. Even without these measures, we'll do our best to accommodate your request—though you may need to change environment and attire and go through a more rigorous process." "You can browse through it, but don't stay too long, and don't handle it too vigorously." Audrey's eyes instantly sparkled, drawing the viewer's gaze. After a sincere expression of gratitude, she joined the Viscount of Glaerint and other enthusiasts of esoteric studies in opening the glass case and carefully flipping through the notebook. Though she made a concerted effort to remember, the intricate symbols proved overwhelming, and she could retain only a limited amount within a short time. "It's probably about two pages worth—perhaps we could make a copy of it somehow?" she thought, stepping aside to allow her fellow companions to take the lead. Thus, she consistently requested to closely examine specific items in each gallery, and these requests were generally fulfilled. Walking and pausing along the way, they eventually arrived at the restored study room. Maintaining her previous engaged demeanor, Audrey occasionally posed questions, clearly demonstrating her curiosity. When the guide introduced the "Creative Manuscript," she brightened and asked, "May I take a closer look?" I would like to see the manuscripts of the great inventor, Rosel, and learn what specific ideas and innovations they contain." "Most certainly, Madam Hall, Viscount Glaringt, you all are welcome to browse through them. Indeed, if any of you are particularly devout members of the Church, you may even apply for a printed copy." The guide responded, following Max's subtle hint. As a devoted follower of the goddess, Audrey could only offer a gentle smile and remain silent. At the same time, she pretended to gently brush her hair, then reached out to stroke her right ear, subtly removing the earring. Immediately afterward, the glass covering the desk was lifted, and Audrey stepped forward, holding the manuscript firmly, then casually drew out the bookmark and turned a page at random. Just then, at the other end, receiving her silent cue, Suzy suddenly called out: "Woof! Woof! Woof!" The attention of everyone was immediately drawn to them. Audrey lowered her arm, using the earring in the palm of her hand to pierce the bookmark she was holding, silently reciting the phrase "King of Pirates" in both Hermes and ancient Hermes. The sharp, needle-like decoration made contact with the bookmark's surface. As it began to penetrate, reaching toward the other side, Audrey suddenly felt a strong, yet ethereal resistance. Unusual resistance! The resistance flickered and vanished, leaving only a small impression—just barely avoiding a full penetration. "There's a response! Something's truly odd!" Audrey's gaze sharpened. She hesitated, lifted her hand, and placed the bookmark gently on the table. Then, she turned to Suzy and calmly instructed the maid Anne: "Now, take it to the bathroom." "Yes, madam." Anne promptly led Suzy away from the exhibition hall. And then—! Seizing the opportunity, Audrey dropped her earring pin to the floor and then turned her head slightly, saying, "Excuse me, my earring pin fell off." The other servant quickly approached, picked up the pin, and helped her fasten it. The little incident passed swiftly, and everyone's attention returned to the manuscript. After they had roughly gone through it, Max Levimoor, the security attendant, promptly inserted the bookmark and closed the glass dome once again. In the subsequent exhibition halls, Audrey remained just as engaged as before, showing no signs of any unusual behavior. Only upon leaving the museum and returning home did she find a suitable moment to recite the name of "The Fool" and report the outcome: "I have slightly damaged the bookmark as you requested, according to your instructions." "It—it has an unusual reaction."