Drawing upon the powers of the mysterious space above the gray mist, Caine quickly regained a sound mental state and continued reading the second chapter of *Observations from the Spirit Realm*. The note's owner, a traveler from the Abraham family, claimed that while wandering deep into the Spirit Realm, he encountered an elderly man dressed in a long robe of lemon yellow. The man's body appeared semi-transparent, remarkably similar to the surrounding spirit beings, yet his demeanor was unexpectedly kind. After exchanging a few words, the traveler was astonished to learn that the man was actually the embodiment of "Yellow Light" Winitan, one of the seven Pure Radiants that cover the highest reaches of the Spirit Realm. Winitan informed the traveler from the Abraham family that his essence was rationality and adaptability, symbolizing the field of astrology, with the corresponding gemstone being emerald. He expressed deep concern about a prophecy originating from himself: "When the gaze from the stars is fixed upon the earth, it will fracture into four parts, and all things in the world will cease to exist." He believed this to be the ultimate end, inevitable within two centuries, affecting all living things and nothing escaping it. The traveler from the Abrahamic lineage felt nothing about it, asked no questions, but instead inquired about how to lift the curse upon his own family's bloodline. "The golden light" Winitan told him that, in a sense, this was indeed a curse—but one fundamentally different from the curses described in esoteric traditions. The solution would emerge in the future, in the hands of a "student" aided by a hidden presence. He also cautioned the traveler from the Abrahamic lineage that the day the curse was lifted would mark the true beginning of the trials faced by the Abrahamic line. As for the nature of these trials, he himself remained uncertain, believing they would involve the great beings at the divine level. In the second chapter of "Encounters in the Spiritual Realm," the note's owner also mentions another point made by Winitan about the "Yellow Light" Brotherhood—the seven rays of the Brotherhood frequently enter the physical world, manifesting as humans through various means, teaching corresponding knowledge. Since the Fifth Age, numerous leading figures across different fields have been incarnations of these rays. For instance, the current world's most renowned astrologer, definitely proven to be Di. Fosman, is a human manifestation of Winitan, the Yellow Light. Based on this, the note's owner speculates that Roser. Gustav, who is widely recognized as a mentor in many domains, might be an incarnation of one of the rays. Not quite—he isn't... If you must think of it that way, then perhaps he is a manifestation of a Green Light. Klein raised his hand and rubbed his temple. Based on this, he judged that the owner of the notes was unlikely to be an exceptionally ancient extraordinary being, and from the fact that the other person did not refer to Roscel as Emperor, the spiritual journey must have taken place either during Roscel's tenure as Consul or shortly after his ascension to the imperial throne, when his imperial status had not yet gained widespread recognition. Of course, it was possible that the extraordinary beings of the Abraham family refused to acknowledge any emperor other than Tord. A traveler capable of traversing the spiritual realms is no small feat—especially if he were a high-tier extraordinary being. In that case, "Mr. Door" would have been rescued long ago, and the bloodline curse would have been eradicated by now. Therefore, the owner of the notes was likely an extraordinary being of Tier 5, or possibly a Tier 6 with the aid of a magical artifact. Although the Abraham family had declined, they were still formidable. Why did the "Yellow Light" prophecy of Wintan bear such striking resemblance to the claims of the Magdalene Order and the Aurora Society regarding the inevitable coming of the end times? According to my earlier calculations, the end times were only twenty to thirty years away? Klein furrowed — Roscelin became consul in 1173; now it is November 1349, a span of 176 years. At that time, Venitann had predicted a period of two centuries. Considering that Cline's calculation only provided a range—spanning between 24 and 50 years before the end of days (Roscelin became emperor in 1192 and was assassinated in 1198)—the prediction still holds. Although the first two chapters of *The Vision of the Spirit World* contain little practical knowledge, they completely broadened his horizons, revealing him to the existence of the seven rays of purity and the Order of the Rays of Purity. "Indeed, back when I was promoted earlier, during the rituals that transformed me into a spiritual entity, I could see those pure, radiant streams of light high above—streams brimming with countless knowledges. These were the 'Pure Lights' of the Spirit Realm, and they were not merely static—they were alive, possessing their own thoughts. What a marvel! The two chapters titled 'Observations from the Spirit Realm' are far from devoid of practical knowledge. At the very least, I now know the true name of the 'Yellow Light': Winitan, that it corresponds to emerald stone, and have learned many specific details. With this information, I can design certain esoteric rituals specifically oriented toward Winitan. Yet, for now, their immediate utility remains limited." Klein took out a sheet of paper, lifted his steel pen, and wrote a letter to the inventor, Raphad, inquiring about the status of the bicycle's patent approval—why it had not yet been granted, and whether assistance from a lawyer on his side would be needed. With the "Magician's Code" now firmly established, the complete digestion of the elixirs had not exceeded two months; he needed to secure the requisite extraordinary material expenses swiftly in order to advance to the rank of Sequence 6, "The Faceless." Among these, "The Sun" might provide one item free of charge due to "The Eye of Total Blackness," but the second would still need to be arranged by Klein himself. As far as he knew, the corresponding extraordinary materials for Sequence 6 generally ranged above 1,500 pounds, often being unavailable despite their high value. In addition to the two primary materials, two rare and spiritually rich elements—blood from the Thousand-Faced Hunter and hair from the deep-sea Naiad—were also among the auxiliary materials, each commanding a similarly high price. "It's so hard to make money, yet cash is so easy... All we need is to sell the 'Wolfs' exceptional traits and the 'Inquisitor's' exceptional traits... We mustn't waste a single shilling... " Kline finished sealing the envelope and affixed the stamp. He didn't need to count—he knew exactly how much money he had now: 624 pounds in banknotes, five gold pounds, seven shillings in banknotes, and a few copper pennies. "Oh, and there's also the 600 pounds the 'Magician' and the 'Hest' ladies will pay for the 'Magistrate's' exceptional trait—hope they can gather it up soon," Kline silently wished for the two women. "Yes, that was a very reputable seller—the only issue is that the selection process is extremely rigorous, and I won't be able to get you into that circle within a short timeframe," Fores said, speaking entirely truthfully. "That's wonderful!" Hugh didn't hesitate to believe his friend and took two enthusiastic steps forward. Suddenly, her expression fell: "But my money isn't sufficient yet..." Fores gave a slight twitch at her mouth. "How many pounds do you currently have?" "Including the initial fee for this commission, totaling 310 pounds—I'm still short half of it," Hugh said, running a hand through his golden hair. "Let me think—where might I find 300 pounds? Banks won't offer loans to someone like me, and the interest rates charged by the moneylenders are simply too high... Perhaps I could ask Miss Audrey?" She had heard recently that Audrey had purchased the "Master of Tricks" potion formula for a sum of 450 pounds, so she hadn't even considered borrowing from Fores. "Why are we all so poor?" Fothering sighed. "Miss Audrey has been staying indoors lately, seems to be occupied with other matters. Borrowing from her may not always be timely—well, let's start with Viscount Glayntrit. If that doesn't work, I'll cover the costs myself. I still have 430 pounds, which should be enough." Hugh blinked, then suddenly lowered his head, his voice dull. "Fothering, you're truly kind. "Once I'm appointed as a Constable, I'll be earning more." Fothering shook her head with a smile. "So, shall we have you tidy up the rooms today?" ………… Silver City. Derek left the training grounds and returned home. He had just asked the members of the exploration teams when they could be released from isolation, and was told, "Today, when the lightning subsides." Seated at the old wooden table, Dric reexamined his planned course of action and recalled the reminder from the "Hangman"先生: "If you don't have a suitable audience to bear witness, then make use of the extraordinary beings who monitor you." But how could I possibly know when I would be observed? The "Hangman" spoke with great confidence, yet provided little detail. Dric found himself filled with numerous questions, yet unable to find a way to confirm them. Though he felt somewhat embarrassed to once again seek counsel from the " Fool"先生, asking Him this very question, he summoned the courage, considering that it directly concerned the very survival of the Silver City. He spoke softly, reciting the Fool's name and briefly outlining his difficulties. After a while, he saw the "Fool" seated at the center of an endless gray mist, and heard a concise response: "Touch items within the iron box, no more than three heartbeats; prepare in advance, and pay attention to the origin of the black line." So simple? Derek expressed his profound gratitude to the Fool. He adjusted his posture and, quietly, extended his hand into the concealed pocket on the inside of his clothing. As the spiritual wall dissolved, his fingers pushed open the iron box and carefully reached inside. Suddenly, he came upon a cold object, and immediately before him, black, ethereal threads began to shimmer and form. At the same time, a hum resonated within his mind, and a phantom roar seemed to surge in and flood his ears. Derek's body convulsed violently, tears and mucus streaming from his eyes and nose due to the intense pain. He nearly forgot what he had come to do, yet fortunately, the very place he was looking at was where the ethereal black threads converged. In that dim corner, a shadow seemed to be there! Derek promptly withdrew his hand, as though he had touched a hot iron plate. He then lay down, his body jerking like someone struck by lightning; his mouth remained open, and a steady stream of saliva dripped from it. It wasn't until several dozen seconds later that Deric recovered, closed the iron box securely, and sealed it with the Wall of Spirit. He stood up, took a long drink of cold water, and already knew someone was monitoring him right now. After an indeterminate length of time, Deric suddenly heard a steady knocking at the door. "Who?" he asked, slightly puzzled. A voice full of warmth came from outside: "Me, Dak. The Exploration Team has just lifted our isolation. Didn't you want to know about our experience this time?"