Upon the boundless gray mist, the magnificent palace stands still. As Emlyn White, the "Moon," regained his vision, he saw the "Justice" lady gazing at the head of the weathered long table, her tone light and cheerful as she greeted him: "Good afternoon, Mr. 'The Fool'~" She then extended her greetings in sequence, beginning with "The Fool" and ending with "The World." This order did not follow the seating arrangement but adhered to the pattern of the Tarot cards—“The Fool” representing the beginning encompassing all possibilities, and “The World” symbolizing the perfect culmination. It was a small compulsion, a touch of obsessive perfectionism, developed by the Tarot enthusiast Miss Odile as the membership grew larger and more orderly. Indeed, she was a well-born, carefree young lady—Emlyn remarked with a measured tone, responding politely to her greetings. During this process, his peripheral vision caught the "Sun" beside him, prompting memories of his recent studies on the House of Veymandi's detailed history. Indeed, there were many details I didn't know—professional researchers and casual enthusiasts truly differ in this regard. Yet, starting this week, I, Emlyn White, shall be considered a professional researcher. The Count of Veymandi has never mentioned anything about the City of Silver, and I cannot simply ask directly—being the hidden bloodline savior, I must remain cautious in such matters. This life of half-listening to lectures, half-attending church, and evening visits to the automaton seems quite pleasant. Emlyn's thoughts began to drift. Suddenly, however, he furrowed his brow, realizing a crucial issue: "Why do I still go to the Harvest Church every day?" "Well, as a noble vampire, things must have a beginning and an end. Recently, we've had so many patients—oh, it's not exactly good for our reputation...” The lines of Emlyn, the "Moon," gradually softened, becoming more gentle. Seeing that Miss Justice had finished her greetings, he tapped the table and looked at her, saying, "What you need..." She glanced at the figure in the mist and said with a rising inflection, "Respected Sir Fool, I've once again obtained three pages from the Roscelian Diary~" Just four pages short... she thought to herself. Inspired by Miss Justice's example, the magician, Fols, also spoke up: "Sir Fool, I too have three new pages from the Roscelian Diary." She was equally enthusiastic about this Tarot gathering, as the digestion of her second apprentice potion had progressed faster than anticipated, and the issue had been fully resolved just two days prior. "The Sun," Deric, followed next: "Esteemed Sir Fool, I've transcribed some legends of the ancient gods." Then, he added to "The Hanged Man": "I've also compiled a list of monsters in the surrounding areas." What a practical child—he didn't need any prompting at all... Reflecting on his abundant收获, Klein sighed with quiet satisfaction. Indeed, there has been no progress at all... Although this makes it easier for me to secure benefits, it also carries the risk of losing access to Silver City's resources... Exposure remains a concern that must be vigilantly watched over... "The Hangman" Aljer gave a barely perceptible shake of his head. Roser's journal entries and the ancient gods' legends materialized swiftly and appeared in Caine's palm. He skimmed through them quickly and noticed that out of six pages, two were duplicates from before—such as the one contributed by "Justice" Miss, which matched exactly with a submission made by "The Hangman" last year. This is inevitable, unless I can get them to truly master simplified Chinese... Caine sighed quietly and, with a thought, moved those two duplicate pages to the end. The remaining four pages of the journal contained little of value; most of them belonged to the period when Roscel was losing his ideals and becoming obsessed with money, filled with sentences such as "What did I invent today?" "What will I invent tomorrow?" "How many gold coins did I sell?" "How much investment did I secure?" The sheer volume of such statements nearly drove Caine to the point of losing his composure, making him want to give Roscel a solid slap right across the face. At that moment, "Justice" Audrey also keenly noticed that the "Black Emperor" card had returned, quietly settling over the side of the "Knight of Wands." Was this indeed a gift bestowed upon the devoted one, aiding him in fulfilling his mission? Or perhaps there was another possibility—this was a new "Card of Desecration," not the one from before! Audrey found herself pondering this with growing interest. After finishing the journal, Caine resisted the urge to take a deep breath and calm himself, then turned his gaze toward the ancient god legends offered by the small "Sun." This is a more general account, dividing the eight ancient deities of the Second Age into three factions. King Olmire of the Giants, King Suniasollem of the Elves, and the vampire progenitor Lilith are allies, opposing the "Dragon of Imagination" Angerwid, the phoenix progenitor Greagal, and the stranger king Kvashitun. The King of Demons, Fabtis, and the Destroying Wolf Fregral are those who seek to overthrow all existing order and pollute every living being. In the records of the Silver City, all eight ancient deities are described as tyrannical, evil, cruel, and terrifying—even the one most conventionally regarded as the embodiment of beauty, the vampire progenitor Lilith, is depicted as repulsive and fearsome. When witnessing this, all living beings, except for the other ancient deities, lose their reason—some transform instantly, others become mad. The records of the Silver City stem from the annals of the court of the King of the Giants, though this is how they claim it. It's not inconceivable that this is a smear campaign against allies... This behavior bears a strong resemblance to the loss of control observed after the Bloodline's prayers for "the Primordial Moon"... Is this one of the defining characteristics of the "Moon" path as it reaches its culmination? Thinking this, Caine almost lifted his head to glance at Emlyn White. According to the legends of the Silver City, the vampire progenitor Lilith indeed holds the Red Moon; should she so will, she can make every single day of the year a Blood Moon, unleashing the feminine power across the land, disrupting the long-standing interplay between the spiritual and material realms, and spawning countless enigmatic monsters and malevolent spirits. That is the power of the gods... It's unclear whether there's a difference between the ancient deities and the current true gods—be it a mere appearance of the archetypal demon. In the bloodline's own legends, however, Lilith is not portrayed this way. Perhaps one of the two—either the Silver City or the bloodline—is lying? Or perhaps something has changed over time, transforming Lilith from the version described in the Silver City's records into the one found in the bloodline's traditions? Caine He made the paper in his hands vanish, leaning back slightly and saying: "You may begin." "Justice" Audrey spoke immediately, her eyes bright as she looked at Emlyn White. "Mr. Moon, do you have any information regarding the fruit of the Elder Tree and the mirror dragon's blood?" Emlyn nodded gently. "A total of 750 pounds." "As long as you pay this amount, they shall be yours. Of course, I'll also receive my fee—100 pounds." Audrey didn't bother calculating the total. She responded with delight. "Deal!" "I hope to complete the transaction either today or tomorrow." "Absolutely," Emlyn, the "Moon," who was about to earn 100 pounds, could not refuse Audrey's request. Wonderful! Audrey lowered her right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gave it a light shake. At that moment, "The Hangman" Aljer glanced at the vampire gentleman. "Shall I keep the nobleman's estate?" "Four thousand five hundred pounds—that's the best price I've secured for you." In fact, the pirate was willing to part with it for just three thousand two hundred pounds. Emlyn's expression immediately grew strained. If it had been only one thousand pounds, he'd have taken it without hesitation—but in his mind, he murmured, "But..." Though Emlyn and his family were quite capable pharmacists and physicians, earning a respectable income year after year and living long enough to accumulate a substantial fortune, ever since he'd fallen in love with dolls, he'd been unable to save money, often even actively commissioning new ones. Even counting in the remaining one hundred pounds in pending fees, his personal savings still amounted to less than five hundred pounds—of which Sherlock Moriarty, the detective, had contributed one hundred and fifty pounds. "I—I'll think about it some more," Emlyn stammered, suddenly feeling the need to find ways to save money quickly. Emlyn was emitting the sounds of financial hardship... Watching this scene, Crane quietly chuckled to himself. He, who is a friend of the vampire gentleman in real life, has heard from him that over the years, the total amount accumulated on the dolls has exceeded 7,000 pounds—this leaves Caine deeply impressed by both the dolls' cost and Emlyn's extravagance. "Of course," the "Hangman" said, without pressing for haste. He then turned to "Justice," Audrey: "Madam, the craftsman has completed the creation and has produced a truly remarkable item. It enables you to genuinely transform your appearance and master three extraordinary abilities: the manipulation of fire, the transfer of injury, and intuitive awareness of danger. It enhances your balance and agility. It is a silver-white mask, also serving as a hat and ear ornaments—capable of changing its own form, which you may name. Of course, it has a few minor drawbacks: when worn, your emotions are amplified, and you must learn to regulate yourself, otherwise difficulties are likely to arise. Its price is 5,500 pounds." "With that," the Empress of Tension chuckled to the World, "your extraordinary attributes amount to 4,500 pounds, and the craftsmanship value at 1,000 pounds." 4,500 pounds—far better than I anticipated, though I'll need to set aside 15%, or 675 pounds, for myself... Caine immediately maneuvered the World, nodding in agreement: "That's settled." Could emotions be amplified? According to my teacher, Island, once I become a psychiatrist, I'll possess the ability to influence others' emotions and mental states—certainly, the same would apply to myself... Well, that shortcoming isn't an issue at all! The Justice, Audrey, nodded gracefully: "I will pay you within two days of receiving the magical item." To preserve the Tarot Circle's secret, she must wait until she actually receives the item before submitting the claim to her father, Lord Holborough. "Agreed." The Empress of Tension had no reservations about the Justice's credibility. Truly well-off... Both "Moon" Emlyn and "Magician" Folsom were stimulated at the same time. He exhaled softly, relieving the tension—this meant his over three thousand pounds would soon be in hand. Thanks to "Justice"! He silently drew a crimson moon in his heart.