When he set down the bronze whistle, Caine had already activated his spiritual vision. He saw the ethereal white bones, weak and sluggish, rising and slowly assembling into a massive form. If the earlier scene had resembled a fantastical fountain, this one now resembled merely a regular tap running in reverse. Caine’s lips moved slightly, imperceptibly, as though he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. Several seconds passed before the bone messengers finally completed their formation, the nearly four-meter-tall figure once again piercing through the ceiling, its dark flames burning steadily in the sockets. Caine folded the letter he had written neatly and tossed it upward. In the letter, he provided a detailed account of the relationships among the wealthy merchant Jimmy Nek, the Death-related texts unearthed in the burial complex of the Baylang Empire on the southern continent, and the commanders "Wind General" Zhilinggs and "Sickness General" Tracie, and mentioned that he had successfully completed a covert infiltration, though the assassination attempt had not succeeded—instead, he had left behind a prop that could now be used to pinpoint the location of the Black Death. Of course, he omitted the specifics of how he had infiltrated, only broadly reconstructing Tracie's combat techniques and style during her illness. When the messenger managed to fan a grown human's hand aside to catch the letter, Caine coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "I already have my own messengers." The black flames within the white-bone messenger's eye sockets visibly flickered twice, then his body suddenly dissolved, cascading downward like a waterfall and sinking into the wooden floor. Now, need I fear becoming one of your messengers? Do I really bother you so much? Ah—probably these messengers from the Underworld are reluctant to part with Mr. Azk, after all, since he is a direct descendant of the Death God, possibly even a first-generation heir. They must be clinging to him, like a lifeline. I see that now! As Caine prepared to check out, his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed. Ah! Ah! Cough! Cough! Cough! He began to run a nose and cough, his forehead slowly but firmly warming up. It's terrible—the illness of the "disease of the midst of illness" still lingers within me, and now I'm rushing back to Byam, exposed to cold winds of around ten degrees Celsius. I've truly fallen ill now… Klein uses a low-quality tissue to blow his nose, considering whether to summon himself in a spiritual form, allowing his physical body to heal on its own. After careful reflection, he concludes this is not feasible. First, his physical condition would clearly affect his spiritual state, which are deeply and mysteriously interconnected. Second, if he neglects it, his physical condition will inevitably worsen. He's starting to feel a bit feverish… Klein touches his forehead and decides to first return to the "Blue Wind" inn to meet Daniz, and then decide whether to go to the hospital or clinic for medication. ………… Silver City, the Berg household. Finally, Deric receives the luminous covenant tree fruit promised by the "Recluse" lady and prepares the "Solar Official" potion. It was golden in hue, radiating a warm, almost scorching heat. When Daryl took a long swallow, his throat felt seared. His eyes suddenly brightened, growing ever more luminous, as if holding two miniature suns within. A radiant glow blossomed across his body in waves, and visible black patches emerged on his exposed skin. At the same time, his hair follicles lengthened, as though transforming into feathers woven with golden flames. Daryl had known the Sequence 7 effects—when consuming the potion, such transformations occurred. Without fear or panic, he clenched his teeth, repeatedly recalling the agony of personally killing his parents and the deep-seated hope that surged within him after meeting the Sir of the Fool. He held firm, resilient even as the situation threatened to overwhelm him. After a while, all his unusual symptoms gradually subsided, though the air he exhaled still carried the warmth of the sun. He felt his physical constitution had grown stronger, with greater resilience against illness and harsh environments. But that wasn't the main thing—he truly cherished the divine-adjacent knowledge flooding his mind. These included "Light Fire," "Immunity to Fear," "Sacred Oath," "Purifying Slash," "Sunshine Aura," "Summoning Sacred Light," "Creating Holy Water," and so on. Delighted, he paced back and forth, envisioning how perfectly these divine-like arts would suit the dark-dwelling evil creatures. He didn't hesitate—he headed straight for the Twin Towers to register his promotion. As a result, after the initial review, he now qualified to lead a patrol squad and gain access to more materials from the Silver City. This includes the means by which the "World" gentleman wishes to eliminate spiritual contamination within the extraordinary qualities... As Derek answered the registration officer's various questions, he involuntarily recalled the promise he had always failed to fulfill. Dealing with things owed to others had always unsettled him, causing discomfort—now, at last, he saw the dawn of restored peace. Ozler pulled a chair over and sat down. "They didn't hide anything, but I'm not sure whether they're telling the truth or lying. As you know, I prefer fists to thoughts." "They said that Elen was sent by 'The Flame' Daniz, who represents the will of 'The Ice Admiral,' and hopes to establish a cooperative relationship with the rebel forces, offering them certain support, while Elen herself expresses goodwill." "'The Flame' Daniz? 'The Ice Admiral'..." Misoel chewed on the names, his expression slowly growing serious. He leaned back against the chair's backrest, his brows gradually furrowing. As the chief officer attached to the former "Hurricane Admiral," now the third officer of the current "Sickness Admiral," he was familiar with the other pirate admirals. He knew that the "Ice Admiral" was strong and well-endowed, capable of standing against other admirals with just one ship and a modest crew—on pure fighting strength, perhaps even stronger than his two immediate predecessors. Yet the issue lay in the fact that the "Ice Admiral" rarely became involved in the rivalries among pirates, instead renowned for gathering information, exploring the unknown, and seeking treasures—more like an explorer than a pirate. Why would she suddenly assassinate the captain? That didn't align with her nature... She had once been harmed by rumors from the "Blood Above Admiral," and she should be focused on exacting revenge upon him. Misoir sipped his red wine and gently rubbed his forehead with the other hand. For now, he set aside concerns about the "Ice Admiral" and refocused his attention on "Flame" Daniz. As he recalled carefully, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he realized that the fourth mate of the familiar "Golden Dream" had indeed been acting strangely lately. "He set a trap, killed 'Steel' McVitt, 'Bloodthorn' Hunterly, and the steady Skall, raising his bounty to 4,200 pounds—then, within a short time, became involved in another incident, his bounty leaping again to 5,500 pounds, now surpassing even mine," said Misoir silently, his mind involuntarily conjuring the image of Daniz the 'Flame.' He now found him both enigmatic and formidable. "Has he been promoted? Or has he gained significant advantages through some unforeseen events?" Misoir shifted slightly in his seat, leaning forward and setting down his glass. He spoke with solemnity: "I once regarded the increase of his bounty as nothing more than a joke. But the current reality tells me that Daniz the 'Flame' is truly a pirate worthy of a 5,500-pound bounty." Misoor lifted his head sharply and said to the "Powerful Giant" Ozel, "Go gather intelligence on the 'Flame'—the latest developments!" What he was thinking was: Germán Sparrow truly was a force to be reckoned with! He had nearly succeeded in infiltrating the Black Death and assassinating the "General of Illness," and even if he had failed, he had managed to return safely with only minor injuries. After all, each pirate admiral earned their reputation across the five seas, second only to the Four Kings—not merely because of their personal strength, but because they led teams and factions with numerous exceptional allies. The fact that Germán Sparrow could escape the Black Death even after a failed assassination clearly demonstrated that he was no less capable than any of the great pirate admirals. "Is 'The Crawling Hunger' really that formidable? No—had it been me, even with 'The Crawling Hunger,' I wouldn't have been able to achieve something like that..." Daniz found himself increasingly convinced that his initial decision to refrain from resisting Germán Sparrow had been absolutely wise. Klein coughed twice, then prepared to instruct Daniz to go to the hospital and fetch some medicine for him. He immediately realized that his condition stemmed from a complex origin, and that without allowing the doctors to conduct a thorough examination, the prescribed medications might not be effective—despite the fact that Emperor Roscel had already developed many practical remedies in advance. If it weren't for the inability to leverage the gray mist to establish a remote diagnostic system, he would have wanted Emlyn White to take care of him and prescribe a few remedies. Klein went to the bathroom, washed himself, changed into his original clothes, and burned the one received from the fisherman. Upon seeing him come out, Daniz held a paper bag and approached him with a friendly, courteous smile: "Here's the 700-pound reward allocated to me." At that moment, both he and Klein heard the sound of someone knocking at the door—Captain Ailran had arrived. The captain stepped inside, gave a deep glance to Germain Spaulo, and spoke in a low tone: "I had originally planned to return to Port Priz, but I've just received another message. Something significant seems to have happened at Banseh Port."