Chik? Was the "Primordial Witch" originally a man? Caine almost reached out to pinch his own chin. He had once speculated that the very existence of the "Primordial Witch" deity was what caused the Assassin Path to transform into and remain female starting from Sequence 7. But Rosel's journal revealed that the "Primordial Witch" might have been male at first. This raises two points: first, the "Primordial Witch" is not a naturally born deity but ascended to Sequence 0 through the use of magical elixirs; second, the purely feminine transformation inherent in this path is embedded within the nature of the extraordinary traits. Rosel had previously theorized the true nature of the Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Traits, suspecting that all such traits originated from and were derived solely from the original Creator, thus remaining constant in total quantity. If this theory holds true, does it imply that the ultimate Creator encompasses all—both yin, yang, and neutral—unified in one? And is the "Witch" Path then the embodiment of pure yin? Of course, the ancient manuscript might indeed be a forgery... The information in today's Roscel's diary is quite substantial. As his thoughts flickered, Klein let the diary vanish into his hands. "You may begin," he smiled at the members of "Justice" and "Sun." "The 'Hanged Man' Aljer immediately turned to 'World': "Your exceptional 'Lupine' trait has been sold. A craftsman paid 1,200 pounds for it, and according to the agreement, I will receive 200 pounds of that amount. Additionally, I've found a lead on a deep-sea Naiad's hair—100 pounds for one strand, and you need five in total. If you have no objections to this transaction, I'll proceed promptly." Klein offered a higher share in the 'Lupine' trait deal because he knew the effort and risk the 'Hanged Man' had invested and borne, surpassing even that of the vampire Emlyn White. At that moment, after a brief thought, he operated on "World" to respond: "No problem—deliver me five locks of deep-sea Naga hair and 500 pounds in cash as soon as possible." This left only the characteristic of the human-skin shadow remaining; my pounds have now increased to 1,235, but still fall short—unless I can secure an additional 500 to 1,000 pounds, I won't be able to purchase it outright upon meeting the party without waiting for the "Mechanical Heart" to explore the Amun family's tomb. Subconsciously, Caine began to consider what other items or knowledge he might exchange for money. Of course, the condition being that the counterparty is capable of paying. Upon hearing this, "Justice" Audrey slightly raised her hand, speaking openly: "I am seeking three materials—one pair of mirror dragon's eyes, 50 milliliters of its blood, and the fruit of the Elder Tree." "The Lady Justice has secured the recipe for the 'Psychologist's' potion, haven't they? Renner instantly reached a conclusion, and the 'Hanged Man' reached a similar one. 'I'll write to my teacher and see if he has any of these materials,' thought Foulre. 'I'll keep an eye out as well,' added Deryck, the 'Sun.' 'Corroded mirror dragons aren't uncommon, nor are the Elder Trees. In Silver City, there's also the remarkable trait left behind by the 'Psychologist'—though it's difficult to trade for and often raises suspicion.' The 'Psychologist' is simply the ancient term for 'Psychiatrist.' Their conversation reached Renner's ears, and he promptly summoned the world, causing the mannequin to speak in a somber, raspy tone: 'I'll inquire within my circle. By the way, keep looking for the unique properties of the human skin shadow.' 'Good.' With confident assurance, Audrey turned toward her counterpart. "Mr. The Hanged Man, the 'Windsinger' potion recipe you require—I will also keep a close eye on it." She had already joined the "Psychological Alchemists," now backed by a hidden organization where many materials might no longer be scarce, provided the right price is paid. "The Magician" Folshe repeated, "I will write to my teacher to inquire." Witnessing this progress, Caine felt deeply encouraged. After years of sustained effort, the Tarot Circle had finally established two major channels—the "Psychological Alchemists" and the Abraham family—making many things far simpler. "The World" chuckled softly, "Your responses bring me great hope, but remember to protect yourselves, and proceed as subtly as possible to avoid drawing suspicion." "Mr. The World, you don't often speak so much," Audrey replied with a gentle smile. …a bit overconfident, momentarily overlooking the original persona of "World"... Kline immediately stepped in, prompting "World" to chuckle softly: "You've already become sufficiently valuable. I hope such transactions can continue for a very, very long time, which is why I've reminded you." "Thank you," Audrey said with graceful courtesy. At that moment, "Sun" Drik hesitated and remarked, "I'd also like to give it a try. I've completed several patrol missions recently, with no anomalies detected." That's excellent... Kline thought to himself, silencing "World." After a brief pause, "The Pendant" Aljer turned thoughtfully to "Justice" Miss: "I'd like to know the details of the Duke Nigan's assassination case. What compensation would you like?" Why me? As someone closely tied to the Church of Storms, shouldn't you already be well-informed about the specifics of this case? Audrey was first taken aback, then it dawned on her what the "Card of the Pendant" meant. He wished to inquire about the organization or power behind the "Apostles of Desire," yet he didn't want to directly ask the "Emperor"—he felt that would be too abrupt, too formal, like a direct questioning. So, he had gently circumvented the matter by asking through her, thus smoothly shifting the focus to the very point he wanted to explore. He knew she was a noble lady, someone naturally concerned with the assassination of Duke Negan, so she would surely be able to provide the answers. Indeed, the "Card of the Pendant" was quite seasoned. "No, no compensation is needed," Audrey said, a slight smile playing at her lips. "Isn't it precisely our Tarot Circle's mission to freely exchange fundamental information between our respective domains?" Only in this way can our Tarot Circle grow rapidly and thrive! She thought with a strong sense of ownership. "Your words have made me feel humbled," the "Card of the Pendant" Alje said, pausing for a moment, then placing his hand on his chest and slightly inclining his body. …The "Fool" Kline, enveloped in thick gray mist, dry-laughed to himself. Audrey gently pressed her lips together, carefully choosing her words: "The 'Desire' Apostle, using a special setting, unleashed intense emotions and desires through his own dynamic presence, successfully assassinated Duke Nigen, sustaining serious injuries in the process and breaking through to reach the underground tunnels. When the 'Watchers' caught up with him, he had already died, and there was the knight-robin, 'Black Emperor,' present. This gentleman did not come merely to eliminate him—he had a specific organization in mind, which he had entrusted to the 'Desire Apostle.' " That organization? As the 'Hanged Man' murmured in quiet puzzlement, the 'Fool' Kline, seated at the very head of the bronze table, silently praised the 'Justice' lady, then turned to her, appearing to speak casually: "Outside, do not mention the name of that organization, nor write it down." "Why?" Audrey exclaimed, clearly surprised. Klein leaned back against the chair, responding in a calm tone: "Whatever is spoken, shall be known." Whatever is spoken, shall be known... Audrey subconsciously glanced toward the "Knight of Fools," sensing that the faint eyes obscured by gray mist seemed to emphasize something. The Knight of Fools meant that as long as one did not reside within His realm, or engage in dialogue with Him, or even mention or write the name of "The Twilight Hermit Circle," they would be sensed—through some means or object—by them. That must be it. What an exceptionally secretive and dignified organization! To some extent, even more formidable than the seven divine churches... And now, the "Knight of Fools," and we, the Tarot Circle, are pursuing their traces. Audrey felt suddenly enlightened, straightening her posture immediately and saying: "I shall follow your instructions." Whatever is spoken, shall be known... An organization so powerful that even its name cannot be spoken? I had never imagined such strength. That's the force driving the "Apostles of Desire"? Is the Sir "The Fool" dispatching his attendants to seek them out? The higher-level dynamics of this world truly surpass my expectations—they are far more intricate, full of secrets I can scarcely fathom. Sir "The Hangman" Aljé nods slightly, barely perceptible, his heart both stirred and exhilarated. At this moment, he feels a strong urge to pay a fee and secure the name of that organization from Sir "The Fool." Yet, after careful reflection, he decides it's not necessary. While gaining insight into these higher-level matters will undoubtedly aid in refining his long-term plans and prove valuable in certain circumstances, as a mid-tier, foundational-level figure, he currently has little chance of engaging with the enigmatic organization. His immediate priority remains the formula and materials of the "Wind Attendant"—he must accumulate sufficient wealth to achieve that. Once he secures his promotion, he'll find the right opportunity to seek guidance from Sir "The Fool." Sir "The Hangman" Aljé records this matter. Volsky the magician found herself slightly bewildered. What were "Desire Apostles" and an organization committed to the principle that "whatever is spoken shall be known"? These concepts were entirely different from what she had read in the newspapers. Indeed, there were surely many secrets and hidden currents behind the assassination of a duke—though alas, she couldn't quite write down the name of that organization, for otherwise, using it as the antagonist in her next novel would surely be a classic. She still needed ten more pages of journal entries and had not yet purchased the stomachs of the Spirit-Eaters—such high-end matters simply didn't warrant immediate financial investment at the moment. After all, the secrets and knowledge exchanged at the Tarot gatherings far surpassed those shared at Mr. A's gatherings, and even exceeded them! Volsky managed to contain the curiosity of a writer. As for "The Sun," Derek, he didn't know who the Duke of Negan was, so it made no difference to him who had orchestrated the assassination. He sat quietly, reserved and attentive, as if attending a lecture. After the matter of the "Evening Hermit Society" had drawn to a close, Master Fother surveyed the room and gently inquired, "Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any means of addressing the issue of accumulating too many exceptional traits at the same level?"