As Klein's spiritual presence touched it, the deep red "star," constantly expanding and contracting, revealed the images and sounds within: a lady with black hair and wearing a classical robe lay on the floor, writhing in pain and distortion. In one hand, she clutched a seemingly ordinary astrolabe; in the other, she gripped a short staff barely reaching her arm's length. Her fierce determination nearly broke free of the constraints of the deep red "star," transmitting directly into Klein's ears. Like the figures of "Justice" and "Sun," her form appeared somewhat blurred and indistinct, making it difficult to discern her exact features—yet certain elements remained clearly visible: she had distinct facial features, the muscles on her cheeks splitting open, her flesh and tissue compressing as if transforming into eyes, her ears extending outward like flutes, clear bloodstains drawn across the floor by her fingers, and above her, a pair of cold, impassive, nearly translucent eyes, devoid of lashes. The transformation of the black-haired woman did not persist in its severity; her body was steadily repairing itself, gradually dissolving the flesh-like orbs, healing the torn muscles, and drawing the protruding ears inward—each detail oscillating in a state of constant negotiation. The ethereal, translucent eyes, devoid of lashes, made Caine momentarily恍惚, as though he had returned to Tingen, to the very moment when he first acquired spiritual sight. Back then, he had seen such eyes behind the old Niel! "Hidden Sage?" Caine leaned back against the chair, reaching out and grasping the "God of the Sea's Staff" once again, which had emerged from the clutter. He intended to lend a hand, to send lightning strikes to that strange pair of eyes. Yet upon closer inspection, he became acutely aware that the woman's anomaly stemmed from a frenzied muttering inaudible to others—the origin of it lay precisely in the ears, deep within the spiritual realm, and on the level of the psyche! It's very much like the condition the "magician" lady experienced during her full moon raving... Fortunately, I'm experienced enough to respond appropriately; otherwise, I would have made a mistake. With a quick thought, Klein had already devised a solution: he would draw the lady's spirit into the gray mist, directly silencing the frantic raving. Once the source of the disturbance was severed, the mutation would be swiftly resolved by the lady's body's natural healing instincts. As for whether she deserves saving, or whether she harbors ill intentions—these concerns no longer trouble him as much as they once did. Should the black-haired lady be deeply culpable, and given that she has already established a connection between her physical form and the mysterious space above the gray mist via her objects and the deep red "star," Klein can simply send her several lightning strikes to guide her to where she needs to go. There's certainly something ill-intentioned or unforeseen—having the "God of the Sea's Staff," the "Emperor of Black," and the ability to initially tap into the gray mist's power, I'm far from powerless. Caine held his white bone staff firmly in his right hand and gently pointed at the corresponding "Stars" card. His spiritual essence surged forth, flowing into the deep crimson glow that flowed like a river. This time, he established a mysterious and solid connection with relative ease. The lady with black hair materialized instantly at the side of the bronze long table, taking a chair that didn't belong to any current member of the Tarot Circle. Through the final image projected by the deep crimson "Stars," Caine observed that the visible changes in the lady's body had noticeably diminished. He gave a barely perceptible nod, patiently awaiting her to speak. The lady with black hair still felt dazed. Just a moment ago, she had been writhing in unbearable agony, her vision growing dim; and now, she found herself inside a majestic palace with an immense, vaulted ceiling, beneath which stretched an endless, quiet gray mist that seemed to extend without end—how could she not be stunned? After a brief silence, she turned to the figure seated calmly at the head of a weathered long table, her voice wavering as she asked, "Is this the Underworld?" "You have not died," Kline smiled. At that moment, he noticed the symbolic motif glowing on the back of the lady's chair swiftly shifting, forming a pair of eyes—cold, composed, utterly serene—filled with countless brilliant stars, devoid of lashes. Based on past experience, he recognized this as the symbol representing the "Seer's Path." The lady froze, gradually regaining her composure. She instinctively scanned the room, then finally settled her gaze upon the enigmatic man veiled in the gray mist. A white shirt, a tailcoat with no tie, black trousers, crisp leather boots, dark hair, and a somewhat indistinct appearance—nothing unusual about that... He held a staff slightly longer than his arm casually, and that staff... The dark-haired woman's pupils contracted instantly, her gaze deepening into a vivid blue "gem," shimmering with the vastness of a sea and storm that seemed to ripple and surge around it. Around the staff, countless glowing points swirled, naturally evoking a sense of sacred dignity. This was a semi-divine staff! In his hands, it felt like a toy—completely unremarked upon. He didn't care at all. The dark-haired woman narrowed her eyes, speaking with cautious inquiry: "May I call you something?" "Call me 'The Fool,' sir," replied Caine smoothly. The Fool... The dark-haired woman mused over the word, then said carefully: "I've heard of you from Mr. Z of the Aurora Society." She waited for either an affirmation or a denial. Mr. Z of the Aurora Circle… well, that’s been a longtime friend of mine… Klein smiled, said nothing, and then added: “Don’t you intend to introduce yourself at all? That should be the most basic courtesy.” Only then did the lady with black hair remember what had just happened, and fell silent once more. After a few seconds, her voice came out a little thick: “My name is Galadriya, known as the ‘General Above the Stars.’ ‘The Fool,’ is it you who saved me?” The ‘General Above the Stars’? One of the seven Pirate Admirals, the ‘General Above the Stars’ with a reward of 37,000 pounds? I’ve just rescued a treasure—no, someone of considerable standing… Klein, half-surprised and half-teasing, slightly adjusted his posture. He smiled lightly and replied: “Isn’t that obvious?” "Thank you for your rescue," Cadellia, the "Star Above," rose immediately. "Should you have any tasks for me, please feel free to instruct me directly. As long as they fall within my capabilities and do not conflict with my principles." Such a skilled and seasoned professional... truly deserving of her reputation as the "Star Above" over the years. Kline found himself unexpectedly moved. His Tarot circle members, aside from "The Hangover" and his own embodiment "The World," were all rather green when they first joined: "Justice" had a vague awareness of the mystical world, but hadn't yet truly stepped into it; "The Sun" was well-educated, though somewhat isolated by her environment and younger in age, displaying a sincere and unpretentious nature; "The Magician" had become an extraordinary being for several years, yet remained stuck in Sequence 9, operating in a more wild, independent mode, with limited knowledge of various hidden factions and relatively little experience; "The Moon" Emlyn, born into an exceptional lineage and backed by a deeply rooted power, was, however, inclined to stay indoors, enjoying playing with dolls and socializing at home, which made her somewhat inexperienced in certain areas and easily susceptible to deception. Emlyn was indeed clever, but—well, hah—she would surely be fooled by Trist, no, by that magician Trist, who could be tricked into selling her dolls. In his mind, Caine made a quiet, amused remark about the vampire gentlemen he considered real friends in the real world. He looked at the "Star Above," didn't immediately respond to the question of how to repay the debt of his life-saving grace, and smiled, asking instead: "Are you a member of the Moes Monastic Order?" "Yes." Gathelya didn't think it would escape the notice of the "Fool." Klein chuckled. "What did you do just now that angered him so?" He wasn't certain that the eyes he'd seen earlier belonged to the "Hidden Sage," so he used the vague term "that person," thereby ensuring that, no matter what, the "Fool" remained absolutely correct and dignified. Gathelya paused and said: "No, I did not provoke Him." She paused again, continuing: "All members of the Moes Monastic Order believe that all things are numbers, and they pursue knowledge for its own sake." "But Emperor Roscel said that it is not we who pursue knowledge, but knowledge that pursues us. 'The Hidden Sage' is knowledge itself, pursuing us, chasing every member of the Mois Monastic Order. When a great influx of knowledge arrives but we are unable to absorb or grasp it quickly, such a situation arises—either we open our inner defenses and accept the transformation brought by 'The Hidden Sage,' or we persevere with determination. If we cannot endure, we will lose control." Ah, so it is not that anyone has been specifically targeted by 'The Hidden Sage.' Even if you successfully overcome the difficulty just now, you will not be questioned. According to your account, you have acquired a substantial amount of knowledge. Indeed, when Elder Neil first began, his intention was merely to gain knowledge of human cultivation and perfect resurrection. Kline felt a moment of quiet reflection, though he did not express it on his face. The reputation of the "Star Above the General" isn't bad—he's one of those who, though a thief, conducts himself with integrity. Caine calmed his thoughts and spoke calmly, "Should you encounter something similar again, you may call my name." To call your name... Gauthier's lips moved a few times, instinctively wanting to decline. In the end, she remained silent, holding the stillness for a while. After careful consideration and thoughtful weighing of options, she rose, crossed her arms over her chest, and bowed slightly, asking, "What may I do for you?" Caine smiled, speaking with a tone that conveyed little urgency, "To assist your followers in the future." "According to your wishes," Gauthier replied, settling back down with a sense of gravity, and asked carefully, "Is the distinguished title provided by Mr. Z yours?" She then repeated the title of "The Fool" precisely. Caine nodded gently, confirming it was correct. Gardelia glanced at the empty seats and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. The Fool, are there any others here?" Klein smiled. "Some people much like you. They've established a regular gathering, and I'm one of the witnesses." Gardelia remained silent for a full fifteen seconds, then asked, "May I join?" She believed that once she became associated with such a mysterious figure as The Fool, it would be better to learn more than to do nothing. Of course, you have money, knowledge, influence, and needs—Klein lounged comfortably against the back of his chair. "Yes. You may join, but you must not disclose this to anyone without my permission." "Agreed!" Gardelia responded without hesitation. Klein lightly tapped his index finger, bringing the remaining Tarot cards into being on the bronze long table. "They use Tarot cards as their identifiers. These are the ones left over. Choose one." Gardelia scanned the cards and said directly, "The Hermit."