Any unusual reactions? It truly seems the "Card of Desecration" has been invoked! Upon receiving confirmation and stepping into the gray mist, Caine was first delighted, then unexpectedly awestruck. "Is the efficiency of Miss Justice that remarkable?" he remarked. "I only commissioned the task this afternoon, and she has already verified it by this evening." "Moreover, this clearly exceeds the museum's closing hours!" "The 'Mind-Reader' certainly doesn't possess any infiltration-based extraordinary abilities!" "Hmph—her influence must be far greater than I anticipated." "Good thing no strange phenomena occurred during verification, otherwise I'd have to have Miss Justice feign ignorance and hand over the card, which would mean my connection to the artifact is severed. After all, nothing is ever guaranteed." As his thoughts flowed, Caine heard Miss Justice's follow-up question: "Mr. Fool, what secret does that bookmark conceal?" "Ah, if your attendant is unwilling to share the answer, then let it go unasked." "Of course, there's a secret tucked away—the 'Card of Profanation'! Klein silently murmured his delight. After careful consideration, he decided to respond to the 'Justice' lady only once he had secured the 'Card of Profanation,' so as not to overwhelm her with shock, nor cause any unusual reactions that might disrupt his own plans. Klein didn't rush back to the real world; instead, he simply sat in the quiet, vast ancient palace, pondering the timing and manner of his actions. The bookmark had sustained a slight damage from the 'Justice' lady—would this injury eventually be noticed? Or would the bookmark gradually reveal its unusual nature, drawing attention? Therefore, he could no longer delay or wait—best to act tonight! After a flurry of thoughts and reflections, Klein gradually solidified his decision. Then, based on his observations earlier in the morning, he materialized a floor plan of the first floor of the Royal Museum and the surrounding general environment. Staring at the blueprint, Caine mentally worked through various course of action and soon settled on a relatively secure plan. He then performed a final divination to confirm the level of risk. Once satisfied that nothing had changed, he returned to the real world and began making preparations. Caine had originally intended to recreate the pattern from memory in a way that mirrored the original, fabricating a similar bookmark, and then replace it upon infiltration—ensuring that no one would notice or become aware of the deception for a long time, so that when the incident occurred, there would be no traceable link to him. However, after carefully reconsidering this approach, he concluded that it was actually counterproductive: as soon as the forged bookmark was discovered, the person most likely to be questioned would be the "Justice" lady, who had personally handled the original bookmark today. It would be unjust to place such a high risk on her—she had done so precisely to assist him! In the end, Caine resolved exactly how to ensure that the "Justice" lady would remain unchallenged. That is, not only stealing the required bookmark, but also taking away portions of the surrounding books, including some lighter volumes! Hmph. With the preparations made, Caine drew out his gold-shell pocket watch, checked the time, and patiently waited during the period after nine o'clock, before midnight. Too early, the local residents had not yet gone to sleep, so his plan's conditions were not met; too late, the streets would be nearly empty, and merely walking along them would easily draw suspicion. During this time, due to the ongoing series of murders, the entire Beckland city remained on high alert. This was advantageous for Caine's operations, yet it also presented drawbacks! Ticking, ticking—the hands steadily moved forward, and as night deepened and the red moon rose, they finally surpassed nine o'clock. Caine secured his "universal key" and other items, took his cane, first changed his attire in the eastern district, then made several separate trips by hired carriage, eventually reaching a location quite a distance from the western district's King's Avenue. By this time, one hour and three measures of time had passed. His original plan had not been this approach. He had intended to summon himself and respond to himself, transforming into a spiritual form, then swiftly traverse the distance from the Joowood District to the Western District, and finally infiltrate the Royal Museum without being detected—using a method that allowed him to operate subtly and imperceptibly. However, he ultimately abandoned this plan due to the significant and potentially high risks involved. There were indeed high-sequence strongholds in Beckland, and not just one! Amid the ongoing series of murders that had unsettled the public yet remained unsolved, it was possible that one or more high-sequence strongholds were deliberately leveraging their exceptional abilities or corresponding seals to monitor specific regions. The route from Joowood to the Western District, though neither exceptionally long nor short, presented a substantial chance that a specially formed spiritual entity would be noticed during such a swift journey. This cannot be entirely overlooked simply because the divination suggests "a certain risk, but not high," since divination does not typically provide intuitive answers but rather insights that require interpretation. In other words, the outcome of "a certain risk, but not high" depends on the premise that the individual has made relatively sound choices. Therefore, Cline exercised caution and adjusted the initial plan, while preserving its core essence. ... No. 2, Royal Avenue, Royal Museum. Standing atop the polygonal four-sloped roof were four security personnel dressed in wool coats, enduring the autumn night's chill and carefully observing their respective directions. Even if someone approached the museum, concealed by trees and buildings, they would be hard to miss. This arrangement alone clearly demonstrates that the security company entrusted with this assignment is highly professional. "There's still thirty minutes until the shift change..." One security officer glanced down at his colleague patrolling the surrounding houses, then shook his body slightly. Inside the museum, the remaining security staff divided into four groups, moving at varying intervals along different routes to inspect the various exhibition halls. In the hall housing Rosell's diary, Max Levimor, leader of the "Heart of Mechanism" team, wore the single-lens glasses that allowed him to see spectral entities such as ghostly shadows, carried a lantern, and made regular inspections, occasionally stepping out to check conditions elsewhere. His two subordinates remained stationed within the small hall, close to Rosell's diary. However, on the glass display case, an additional item was placed—a set of colorful building blocks arranged to form a miniature layout of the museum's first floor. This is also a sealed object. As long as the flexible blocks are assembled into the corresponding structure, a connection is established with the real thing, and once someone enters, the object immediately responds with a shrinking effect. Of course, there are several limitations—distance matters, and if the available blocks are insufficient to form the required structure, the connection fails. Those inside, without external assistance, are nearly impossible to evacuate. "Captain, do you really think someone will steal this notebook? I just can't make sense of it!" One of the team members remarked, noticing Max returning with a lantern, and simply asking out of idle curiosity. Max smiled. "Some people hold an intense admiration for Rosel—something you can't fully comprehend." "Some believe they can decipher it, merely needing more references. Others think the symbols themselves possess a mystical power; once the right combination is found, they will gain extraordinary strength." "In previous exhibitions, we'd occasionally catch such offenders." "So that's why we don't collect the notes and seal them away—because we're waiting for someone to come forward and 'turn themselves in,' isn't that right?" asked another team member, now somewhat enlightened. Max nodded. "What honor is delivered to someone's doorstep, could anyone possibly resist?" "Only the first two hosts had gotten lost, even to the point of danger, so we couldn't risk carrying them always with us..." Caine remarked, folding the bronze-colored key. With a servant's sleeping chamber just beside him, he produced the Saint's Night Powder, activated its spiritual essence, and sealed the entire storage room so that no sounds could escape. Then, he pulled out a candle and placed it upon the chest directly in front. *Click!* He tapped his finger once, and a pale blue spiritual flame sprang from his fingertip. Once the wick was lit, he followed the ritual magic procedure—summoning himself and then responding to himself in the gray mist. Within less than a minute, Caine floated within the room, while his physical body, now lifeless in the eyes, remained facing him across. After becoming familiar with this sensation, he enveloped the ancient, refined Azk copper whistle, stabilizing and strengthening his spirit, causing a cold breeze to begin to swirl and circulate within the room. At the same time, he harnessed this power to subtly alter the appearance of his ethereal form, as though a layer of oil paint had been applied to his face. After completing this, Caine took a box of ordinary matchsticks purchased casually from a street vendor, cut a transparent doorway into the spiritual wall, and stepped through. "Move!" He silently steadied himself with a breath, moving like a true spirit, passing house to house, and smoothly reached the outer perimeter of the Royal Museum. Without needing to activate his spiritual sight, he could clearly see each security personnel, their aura and emotional tones revealing them plainly. Finding the yellowed, withered grass and the iron-black lamp posts directly facing the gallery windows, Caine didn’t take advantage of the fact that ordinary people couldn’t see him to stroll confidently past. Instead, he moved along the shadows, following paths that were hard to notice, weaving through the tree sculptures and obstacles, carefully reaching his destination and pressing himself against the walls—unable to guarantee that among the security personnel wasn’t one of the “Mechanical Heart” team members. At that very moment, the four security staff members carefully inspecting their respective zones on the roof were as blind as true blind people, noticing nothing at all. Caine didn’t enter the gallery directly, because his intuition and inspiration suggested that a mysterious force was enveloping the first floor of the museum, and also because he wasn’t certain whether there were any extraordinary beings inside. Following his planned route, he circled to the other side, arriving at the exterior of a restroom closer to the gallery housing the Rosel diary, and tossed the box of matches he had carried into the ventilation shaft. Then he took off and soared into the second floor!