Is resurrection a miracle? Suddenly, Caine thought of the events that had unfolded in his own life! A man who had shot himself had his head wound miraculously heal, and a remarkable being whose heart had been shattered and who had died had crawled out of his grave at night—wasn't that resurrection? Wasn't that precisely the "miracle" spoken of by the head of the Convent, Charatus? And isn't the Sequence 2 magic potion of the "Seer" path called the "Miracle Master"? At that very moment, Caine vaguely sensed that he was grasping something crucial, yet he could not manage to piece together the fragmented, incomplete clues into the full truth he sought. As I had previously suspected, there are additional factors at play behind my choice of the "Seer" as the starting figure of the sequence... My greatest asset—the mysterious space above the gray mist—provides precisely the ideal environment that the "Seer" has always dreamed of, one that effectively eliminates distractions. My very "resurrection" trait seems to stem from the gray mist itself. When I arrived in Beckland, the "Master of Secret Figures" Rosagor's affairs naturally drew near to me, aligning with the phenomenon of exceptional traits converging through the same pathway—where greater "quality" results in stronger attraction, operating intermittently. The sudden shift in style of the Antigonous family's records, conveying through the figures of misfortune the key information about the hidden treasure at the summit of the Honaquis Mountains, may also be influenced by this very factor. Combined with other scattered phenomena, does this point to an exceptionally close relationship between this mysterious space and the "Seer's" exceptional pathway, corresponding to the "Level 0" seal left behind in the sequence? Or, perhaps the divine realm left behind by the Path of the Seer? There's another possibility—the notion of "uniqueness" claimed by the Path of the Seers... Klein shifted his gaze from Roscel's journal, growing increasingly eager to one day ascend to a high-tier strength, complete the luminous staircase deep within the gray mist, and then discover something hidden in the obscured regions. Maybe the very reason for his journey and the path home both lie there. He suppressed his inner excitement and allowed Roscel's journal to fade from his hands. At the same time, he grew more wary of the head of the Monastic Order, Chalatu. This is a powerful figure of the Path of the Seers who has long been recognized as a "miracle-maker"! At times, certain events might even conceal his presence! Thoughts surged through his mind, yet Klein spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened: "Begin the transactions." The magician, Fothergill, immediately turned to face the "Justice" lady on the same side, and said with hopeful anticipation, "I've received a reply. My teacher has a pair of mirror dragons' eyes—worth 1,000 pounds." As he spoke, Fothergill felt a touch of nervousness, since Dorian Gray Abraham's psychological floor was 800 pounds, which was already a significant premium over the usual range of five or six hundred pounds, and on top of that, she had added an extra 200 pounds. "After attending so many Tarot gatherings and various circles of extraordinary individuals, I finally grasped a truth much like what the Emperor Roscel said: money is not everything, but without money, nothing is possible. Although the guaranteed royalty for the new book has been received and I now have an additional £350 in savings, there are still ongoing expenses—food for the Spirit-Eaters, the Sequence 7, Sequence 6, Sequence 5, and even various costs for Sequence 4. The 'Knight of Cups' subtly suggested that only at higher sequences can one fully escape the Full-Moon curse; even if some of these costs can be covered by the teachers, one cannot rely entirely on them or the Abraham family. In this regard, mere frugality is not enough—active efforts to earn money are essential. The price of £1,000 is indeed quite high. If the 'Justice' lady wishes to negotiate, I will inform her later—after persistent efforts on my part, the teacher has agreed to reduce the price by £100. Between these pauses in waiting, Firth comforts herself." "One thousand pounds?" Audrey, who had not expected news of the "psychologist's" medicinal materials to arrive so swiftly, asked with a tone of confirmation. Before Fothering could respond, she added with delight, "Then it's settled!" Audrey had originally requested from Mr. The Fool to extend the payment deadline for the £2,000 debt until late February or early March, partly to first settle her obligations to Viscount Grayling and to discreetly accumulate cash without drawing suspicion, and partly to set aside an additional budget for the ingredients of the "psychiatrist's" potion. Now, it was time to draw upon that budget! All she needed to do was save a little longer—just as she had in the past few months—and after March, everything would be settled. Audrey thought of this with complete ease and reassurance. Agreed? Agreed? Mr. Fothering, the "Magician," was both delighted and somewhat bewildered. Requesting Mr. The Fool to witness the transaction, agreeing that Miss Justice shall pay first and deliver the extraordinary materials on Wednesday, Folshe decided immediately to head straight to Port Priz, securing cash without delay, and at the same time glanced toward the three gentlemen—The Sun, The Hanged Man, and The World. "Have we any gastronomic stomachs of the spirit-feeders?" Once her mind settled, she realized that, with experience in performance, her digestion of the extraordinary elements had progressed faster than expected—nearly as swift as the past two weeks in just one week. In another ten days, she would fully resolve the issues. Once she gathered all the materials and advanced to the rank of Master of Illusions, she believed she would be able to successfully pass her teacher Dorian’s first trial, earning greater recognition—not merely as a grateful student. Mr. Deryck, representing The Sun, nodded. "I was just about to tell you—during this exploration, we’ve collected several stomachs of the spirit-feeders." I can exchange them at a low cost upon my return to Silver City, yes—provided, of course, that I'm no longer under surveillance." "Very well, but you don't seem to need gold pounds?" Firth asked directly. After the rescue of the little "Sun," she had already gained a basic understanding of Silver City. Before "Sun" could speak, "The Hangman" Aljer interjected: "You can hand me the corresponding banknotes or gold coins—300 pounds is a fair price—and in return, I'll reveal the Sun Temple's elixir recipe to 'Sun'." "The Hangman, do you already possess the Sun Temple's recipe?" Derek asked in surprise. During his patrols and recent explorations, he had increasingly come to believe that "Sun"’s path of abilities was particularly well-suited to countering the darkness. Though the "Giant" path's Sequence 6, "Dawn Knight," could already generate dawn light, it still fell short of the "Luminaries" in matters of sacred and luminous power! "The Hangman" nodded gently: "Yes! He had previously discovered the elixir recipe for the "Solar Official" in the archives of the Rosedale Islands parish, but only recently had he found the right opportunity—sufficiently legitimate grounds and adequate authorization—to access it. The reason was that a figure resembling a priest of the Eternity of the Sun Church had appeared on the Suonia Sea, seemingly unable to return to the Republic of Intis, and thus compelled to seek the corresponding medicinal materials for the "Solar Official" here. His deep resentment toward the Eternity of the Sun Church could transform mere rumors into concrete actions by the Storm Church. "Derek the 'Sun' was initially delighted, yet soon expressed some hesitation: 'The value of the Sequence 7 elixir recipe exceeds what the Spirit-Eaters can stomach. I, frankly, don't have the pounds you're speaking of.' 'You may settle the debt with equivalent materials.' "The Hangman" nodded once, "but I'm not sure what I can gain from you... You first compile a list of common monsters in the surrounding areas of Silver City and the materials corresponding to each, and I'll select from it." "Absolutely no problem—I'll get right on it as soon as this exploration is complete." Darien clearly exhaled in relief. Klein, standing beside him, nearly wanted to cover his face, yet ultimately refrained from using his power to disrupt the deal, as he too was eager to learn about the common monsters and materials in the region around Silver City. In the quiet sigh of "Justice," Audrey, the silent observer, glanced around and made her request: "I need a pair of the dragon-eyed hawk's eyes, and I'll pay you accordingly." Only the dragon-eyed hawk's eyes—this meant that the "Hangman" had already found a lead on the blue-shadowed falcon's crystalline feathers. Indeed, he clearly had extensive networks and resources. Audrey, who had just reviewed the "Wind-Keen" potion recipe, now understood this clearly. After the transaction, they freely exchanged information about their respective regions, and the tarot gathering concluded swiftly. Throughout the process, "The World" inquired about the mermaid's clues and received answers similar to those given by Sharon. As everything was drawing to a close, quietly observing Caine found himself with a question—something he felt necessary to remind "Justice" and "Magician" of. Suspicious objects resembling "Level 0" seals had appeared around Prince Edzak's vicinity, and there was even a possibility of involvement with "0–08." This would certainly not be a simple matter. Indeed, during the last time a situation of this nature occurred, Tinggen City faced a threat from the offspring of a demon god and nearly vanished off the map! Thus, Beckland now faces a similar vulnerability. Klein pondered for a few seconds, then had the world speak in a husky voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, recent messages I've received indicate that something significant is brewing in Bakersfield—something that will bring about considerable instability, perhaps even a tragedy." "What kind of significant event?" asked Odile, embodying justice, with genuine concern. Her brows had unconsciously furrowed slightly. "I don't know," replied the world, shaking his head with quiet assurance. "Where exactly will this instability and potential tragedy unfold?" asked Folth, the magician, with palpable anxiety. From the previous gatherings, she had confirmed that the world's information source was reliable. The world hesitated, then shook his head, saying: "The messages are contradictory—none of them agree—so I'm unable to pinpoint a definite answer." "With that, he lifted his head, earnestly gazing at the figure veiled in gray mist across the weathered long table: "Respected Sir Fool, surely your followers in Beckland have also noticed something?" Everyone's attention immediately turned to the head of the bronze table—some with curiosity, some with concern, some with anticipation, others with tension. Under this focused gaze, Sir Fool Kline leaned back slightly, speaking calmly and casually: "Edsack Augustus."