No. 15 Minsk Street, the bathroom. Klein draws a figure from a pocket of his clothing, shakes it casually, and it transforms into a substitute. He has the substitute sit on the toilet, holds a newspaper to mask others' view, while himself slips into the shadow, stepping backward four paces to emerge above the gray mist. This sequence of actions is more magical than magic itself! Within the grand, ancient palace, Klein takes the highest seat at the bronze long table, causing Jason Be利亚's handkerchief to manifest before him—though only a projection, it can be used for divination, provided the handkerchief remains physically attached to his body in the real world. As early as when he divined the "Mutated Solar Emblem" in Tingenthal, Klein relied on this projection; at that time, he still did not understand the ritual of summoning himself and could not bring spiritually attuned objects to the gray mist. Of course, there's still a significant difference in effectiveness between projection and using the physical body for divination, so whenever possible, Caine consistently uses his physical form. However, he is currently being protected by the official extraordinary beings, which makes it less convenient to conduct rituals. If anyone discovers him lighting a candle while sitting on the toilet during the day, that would certainly be a problem. Should the divination successfully reveal Jason Belia's whereabouts, albeit with somewhat unclear insights, then I'll take this risk—invoke myself and bring the handkerchief along. Caine murmured this to himself, materialized the vellum and the round-bodied steel pen, and wrote down the divination: "Jason Belia's current location." Normally, relying solely on a handkerchief used only once during a specific ritual is insufficient to determine the target's movements or whereabouts, due to the relatively weak connection and numerous disturbances—such as easily attracting the deep-sea duke that the ritual is pointing toward. But for Celine, interference could be eliminated. The so-called Deep One Dukes were merely high-sequence demons, not embodiments of the "Cosmic Umbral Face" of the Deep. The mysterious space above the gray mist hosted beings such as the "Eternal Radiant Sun" and the "True Creator," deities at least of angelic rank—such as the "Gate" Masters—whose connections had never faltered. As for the issue of insufficient closeness, even Celine, who received a certain boost from the gray mist, could not yet resolve it. He could only try his luck, hoping that once he became a high-sequence Saint in this domain, he would have the necessary assurance. Theoretically, it was feasible, since during rituals, body, mind, and spirit were most unified, making it easiest to resonate with the outside world. Now, having developed into a competent occultist, Celine murmured a sentence, grasped the handkerchief and the vellum inscribed with divinatory phrases, and leaned back against the chair. He quickly entered a meditative state, silently repeating, "The current position of Jason Beleia." After seven repetitions, Kline fell deeply asleep and entered the world of dreams. In the hazy realm, countless images flickered and interlaced, spreading out in a scattered manner. Soon, one image became clear and filled his entire "field of vision," as though he had stepped fully into that dream. In the dream, the lighting was dim, the desk a deep red, and a figure stood before a rounded window, gazing out at the garden beyond. Within the garden, glass-covered pavilions housed blooming roses, vividly red and thriving even in the cold of December. The figure's silhouette was projected onto the window—a man of average build, with wavy brown hair and cold brown eyes, appearing to be in his thirties. This... Isn't this supposed to be the position of the seer Jason Beleia? Who is this? There's something familiar about him... Kline felt a moment of curiosity, yet he didn't dwell on it, allowing his spiritual awareness to remain in a state of gentle dispersion, as if wandering through some mysterious world. Just as he was puzzled, the man turned around and walked toward a corner of the room, where two large leather suitcases stood. He knelt down and opened one of the cases, revealing neatly stacked bundles of banknotes, each bundle pressed firmly against a solid gold bar. The banknotes exposed were all ten-pound notes, glowing with a warm, inviting radiance, while the gold bars shimmered with a captivating brilliance. From a hidden pocket of the suitcase, he drew out an object and casually shook it out. It was a sheet of pale human skin—complete, intact human skin! In just a matter of ten seconds, the man swiftly undressed and donned the skin. Within that brief span, he transformed into Jason Be利亚—his high-arched cheekbones, gray-blue eyes, and neatly combed hair now fully revealed. At that moment, the scene shattered, and Caine opened his eyes. It's no wonder Jason dared to take such risks—over these past decades, he had been steadily masking his true form, never revealing it to anyone... Truly a calm yet wildly passionate demon. Klein couldn't help but remark. Jason had left his portrait in the house, ensuring that no suspicion arose among the others at Esgaroth, since the local residents had seen him numerous times and knew his appearance well. Even without the painting, the official organization's ability to reconstruct the likenesses of the extraordinary beings would have been sufficient to produce a remarkably accurate image—one that might even surpass a photograph in authenticity. Thus, there was no real incentive for Jason to destroy such evidence, and this was entirely understandable. Who would have thought he had planted such a subtle clue in the most ordinary setting! If one followed the portrait, even the Watchers, equipped with the seal "1–42," would have found it difficult to pinpoint the target. Moreover, during both of his actions, Jason had used his own abilities to conceal his face—how could anyone have imagined that the face so carefully protected and concealed was, in fact, a façade? Klein detected a touch of cunning in Jason's demeanor. He rubbed his temple and began to recall the images from the "dream divination." "A house with a glass greenhouse—this detail stands out clearly. Such a structure wouldn't be common in Beckland! But here's the issue: how do I report this? I've just mentioned it to the Mechanical Heart, and by now Jason must have sensed the danger, alert and already beginning to mask his intentions, shifting subtly... Should I go directly to the night watcher who holds the seal '1–42'? What if I encounter someone I know?" I most certainly don’t want to turn to ash and be scattered into the Tassok River… and I can’t rush to report either—just now I’ve begun my actions, so it’s impossible to receive timely feedback from the channels so quickly… "That man truly carried a substantial amount of cash and jewelry—enough to fill an entire chest! The total value might even exceed five thousand pounds…" Klein’s thoughts raced, and only after a while did he settle down, deciding to wait two days before informing the on-duty night watcher of the insights he had gathered. Once the divination was complete, he returned to the real world, removed his stand-in, and settled himself on the toilet. … In the afternoon, as he prepared to leave, Klein casually tossed a coin. This time, the message he received was clear: it was not advisable to go out at this moment. "Would there be danger if I went out?" Klein asked without hesitation, and promptly sat back down in the living room. About twenty minutes later, he heard the doorbell ring and recognized it as a visit from Esingh Stanton. "Mr. Stanton, have you made any discoveries?" asked Caine with genuine enthusiasm. Esgar pointed toward the hall beyond. "Let's go in and talk." "Very well," said Caine, stepping aside. Sitting down on opposite sofas, Esgar held his hunting cap and took a deep breath. "The 'Apostle of Desire' has reappeared." Seeing that Caine remained composed, Esgar nodded in satisfaction and continued. "Two families of detectives refused protection, believing they would not be drawn into the matter, so they stayed outside. Today, during lunch, they were found dead in their respective offices—one overwhelmed by fear, who simply died from shock, the other so excited that he exhausted himself completely." "They're too inflexible—no surprise, given their devotion to the tyrant. But now, the Substitute has officially stepped in. It's said that several high-ranking figures from the major churches and the military are closely watching the situation, with the matter of the 'Desire Apostles' now ranking as the most pressing issue." "Are you hoping I won't reveal your identity as a follower of the Deity of Knowledge and Wisdom?" Kline asked, with a moment of clarity. "Indeed, conversation among detectives is always so relaxed," Esgen smiled and nodded. "Alright," Kline made the commitment first, then added, "I have certain information channels that I can't easily expose. Should valuable intelligence come through from those sources later, I'd like you to relay it to the Watchers and ensure strict confidentiality." As to why he chose the Watchers over the Mechanical Heart, he believed he didn't need to explain it in detail—with the intelligence of Detective Stanton, even his toes could figure it out. Aethel first agreed to Caine's request, then expressed his doubt: "You've told me this, which means Jason will be made aware of it earlier than expected." "I hope we can find a good way to circumvent this—also, I'd appreciate your help thinking of other possibilities. Your ring should be able to simulate quite a few extraordinary abilities," Caine replied calmly. "Very well," Aethel said without further comment. He paused for a few seconds, then drew on his pipe and exhaled: "Today's actions of 'The Apostle of Desire' have confirmed one of my hypotheses—ah, indeed, a point you mentioned earlier." "His primary objective isn't simply revenge?" Caine understood. Aethel leaned forward and said seriously: "Since Jason has already surpassed the stage of 'The Cold-Hearted One,' it clearly indicates that he has become cold-hearted. It's impossible for him to achieve such a level of dedication simply for that demon dog." "Sherlock, look—by now, all the official extraordinary powers in Beckland have been mobilized, and even the high-tier strongholds have shifted their focus to this matter. At this point, wouldn't Jason find it easier to target someone else, his true objective?" Klein paused slightly, then replied in a steady tone: "Very well put!" "Alan responded warmly, though he habitually maintained a reserved expression, 'And my wife has recently become pregnant—I'm going to be a father.'" "Congratulations! When did this happen?" Kline asked casually. After a moment's thought, Alan replied, "Only recently confirmed—probably about a month now." "A month?" Kline was momentarily taken aback, then looked directly into Alan's eyes.