A knight who speaks dragon language—indeed, one who primarily used dragon language during his formative years—makes it all the more understandable why the "Psychological Alchemy Circle" wants to secure his personal notes. Audrey gathered her thoughts with a sense of clarity, engaging warmly and seriously with Michel Deit with the grammatical issues at hand. Soon, their discussion on the notes concluded, and Michel began to present the subsequent collection of items. As time passed, the visit drew to a close. Audrey had originally intended to make her purchase request at a later date, to make her intentions seem less direct and more purposeful. However, the natural warmth of the atmosphere and the subtle undercurrents in their conversation made her keenly aware that this was indeed an opportune moment. With the power of the "Lies" necklace, her cheeks flushed with gentle embarrassment: "Mr. Deit, the royal helmet of Solon, originating from the War of the White Rose, is a truly fitting tribute to my ancestors. May I ask, would it be possible for me to purchase it from you?" There's also the notebook from the twenty-year war, as I deeply admire the knights who held the island of Sunya—so I'd like to have it too. "I know this is an uncouth request, but I hope you'll understand my feelings. Of course, you're under no obligation to accept." Her gaze shifted subtly, hesitating—partly intentional, partly genuine—making herself appear reserved, shy, and somewhat vulnerable. For a moment, Michelle unconsciously diverted her eyes, speaking softly, "I'm a collector. I never sell my collections." His tone and wording were not firm enough... Previous records indicated that he was a gentleman deeply concerned with reputation, and it was likely unacceptable to him to purchase his collections outright with money... The "Psychological Alchemy Society" had not assigned someone else to carry out this task—partly because it allowed me to accumulate contributions, and partly because they were mindful of Associate Professor Mr. Deiters' stance on the matter... A different approach was necessary... Before Audrey arrived, she had already carefully devised alternative plans based on the intelligence gathered, and upon slight reflection, skillfully shifted the conversation, asking: "Mr. Deiters, I understand you're currently seeking to establish an Institute of Antiquities within Storn University?" "Yes, that has been my goal over the past few years," Michel replied, looking at Audrey with steady confidence. Audrey offered a gentle, warm smile and said: "I have long been interested in this field, and I hold you in high regard—I would be delighted to see you achieve your vision." "Well, I would like to donate 1,000 pounds in cash to Stourton University, the college you are part of, as well as 2,000 acres of land nearby and a well-performing manor, to establish an initial endowment fund dedicated to the collection and preservation of antiquities. I know this may not be sufficient, but I will engage the ladies and gentlemen I know, and encourage them to make their own contributions. (Note 1) Mr. Deit, you are the most accomplished scholar and collector of antiquities I know. Would you be willing to serve as the director of this endowment fund?" "The 2,000 acres of land near the university—worth nearly 6,000 pounds—plus the manor and cash, Miss Audrey has donated a total of nearly 10,000 pounds... With such a dedicated endowment for the collection and preservation of antiquities, the difficulty of our institute's application will be minimized to a great extent. Michelle remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled sincerely, bowing with due gravity: 'Madam, your deep commitment to scholarship has deeply moved me. Its brilliance rivals even your beauty and grace. I can think of no reason to decline your invitation. I have already transcribed the contents of that notebook. Tonight, I will deliver both it and the helmet to your home—as a gift from a true friend.' Success! Within, Audrey was delighted, eager to praise herself, yet on the surface she remained composed and gracious, showing no sign of inattention. 'It is my great honor,' she said sincerely. Though those two items are certainly not worth 10,000 pounds, she would not suffer any loss from this." In her plan, this proposal serves threefold purposes, yielding three distinct benefits! The first is naturally to secure the items, fulfill her commission, and smoothly obtain the "Sleeper" potion formula from the "Psychological Alchemy Society." The second is to uphold and enhance her reputation, status, and image by donating her academic research to protect ancient artifacts—a practice widely adopted by most nobles and wealthy patrons. Even without today's donation, Audrey contributes an annual sum of 3,000 pounds—or more—to various charitable organizations, so she is confident that her father, Lord Holborough, will not oppose her making similar donations from her smaller estates. The third benefit lies in the fact that a foundation dedicated to collecting and preserving antiquities naturally gains access to valuable historical documents and mysterious artifacts. Audrey need not personally engage—she can simply remain at home—and thus, she may unexpectedly acquire resources that benefit her own endeavors, effectively leveraging her 10,000-pound investment to secure additional funding and build her own network of influence. Of course, if Michelle Deit didn't accept this arrangement, she had other options: the Royal Commission for Higher Education included members from the Hall family as well as noble friends she knew well. As long as the associate professor had corresponding needs in those areas, she would surely find a way to meet them. However, Audrey didn't particularly favor this approach, always feeling it fell short of dignity and seemed to compromise the public interest. After finalizing the agreement, Audrey stayed a little longer, chatting casually for about a minute, making the conclusion feel seamless. Then she bid farewell to Michelle and took a carriage back to the Hall family's villa in Storn. Around eight o'clock in the evening, she received the royal helmet from the royal household and the notebook documenting the twenty-year war period as agreed. Audrey donned her white gloves and sat down at her desk with interest, placing the helmet aside and carefully turning the pages of the notebook. She found the recorded events rather fragmented. In the early period, it mainly detailed how the knight stationed on the ancient Elven island learned to brew Sunia's Blood Wine, pursued the ladies around him, and passed the time in mundane ways. In the later phase, the narrative shifted into the two-decade war period, focusing on curses directed at the Vasaq people, complaints about his companions, and deliberations on a strategy of defense—ending after the first loss of Sunia Island. "Besides a few grammatical quirks reminiscent of dragon speech, there's nothing particularly outstanding—no clear clues hidden within," Odile frowned slightly, closing her notes. Just now, she had applied a method from the esoteric arts, yet still found no results. This made her reluctant to waste time and decided to submit the notes directly to the "Psychological Alchemy Society." As her thoughts swiftly turned, a new idea suddenly emerged: "Master 'The Fool,' Master 'The Hanged Man'—they always approach issues from different angles and offer suggestions. Shouldn't I learn from them?" “Well… let’s try a different angle. Suppose the content of the notes is accurate—then is the ‘Psychological Alchemy Society’ actually pursuing something inherent to the notes themselves? What could be special about it? I didn’t notice anything remarkable just now… It belongs to a knight who’s accustomed to using dragon language. That knight must have experienced something significant—ah, yes, a prophecy! Perhaps we can use the method of prophecy, leveraging these notes, to trace the knight’s final whereabouts or earliest traces—something that likely involves a dragon! Since it’s a dragon, it’s quite likely a mind dragon—representative of the ‘audience’ path. Indeed, such clues are certainly worth the ‘Psychological Alchemy Society’s’ attention. ‘Odile, this approach is excellent!’ Odile’s eyes instantly sparkled, as if holding a clear brilliance. She turned her head slightly, glancing toward the golden-haired dog crouched beside her. Suzy glanced at her mistress and barked, “Odile, are you trying to praise me?” "No, no, not necessary..." Audrey turned her head slightly, a bit embarrassed. Then she realized an important issue: she simply didn't know how to divinate, or at least, the insights she received were not very accurate. They couldn't be verified. Well, she could still ask the Sir of the Fool for help! The mystical ritual? It seems to work only on oneself, not on external objects... Induced trances? It's similar to the mystical ritual—still not effective. Offer a sacrifice to the Sir of the Fool, ask Him to divinate for her, and then receive the results—no, that wouldn't be respectful. He isn't her father or teacher; He is a true deity. This approach feels too casual, almost disrespectful. Audrey's thoughts gradually shifted from the Sir of the Fool to divination itself. Although she wasn't particularly skilled in divination, she did have a solid understanding of the corresponding esoteric knowledge, and quickly narrowed down to a specific category: methods that involved performing a ritual to invoke a third-party force—some unknown, mysterious entity—to provide answers. The most typical example of such a method is "mirror divination!" "Indeed, it's quite risky—especially if the entity being sought is hostile or even causes collapse upon mere contact. But I have absolutely no such concerns. I'm asking the 'Knight of the Fool' himself!" Audrey blinked, holding back her excitement, and turned to the golden-haired dog. "Suzie, stay outside. I'd like to use an esoteric method to examine this notebook." "Didn't you just use that already?" Suzie asked, puzzled. She's becoming harder to deceive... Audrey's eyes twinkled as she responded with calm assurance. "I'd like to try 'mirror divination.' Rest assured—I have a safe, reliable recipient in mind." "Very well," Suzy confirmed that Audrey was telling the truth. She took a few steps, then turned back, adding, "Audrey, be careful not to be projected upon by the mysterious entity." "I know," Audrey replied calmly. In her view, if the Sir Fool were truly going to harm her, he would have already had countless opportunities—there was no need to wait until now. When Suzy finally opened and closed the door, stepping outside, Audrey sat at her desk and recited the noble title of Sir Fool, requesting the use of the "Mirror Divination" method. A while later, while in the restroom aboard the Future Ship, Kline arrived upon the gray mist and heard Audrey's plea. "Can still do this? Of course—being a mysterious, unknown presence, I can indeed serve as the third force in the Mirror Divination..." Kline responded with a touch of amusement. Audrey immediately took out her notebook and sat at the dressing table, lighting a candle before the mirror. Note 1: In this book, "acre" refers to the metric are. In the later Victorian period, land in suburban areas of cities typically cost between 100 and 130 pounds per acre, which equates to between 2 pounds 10 shillings and 3 pounds 5 shillings per are. Well, this may not be entirely accurate—this figure is based on the total expenses I incurred when purchasing land and building a house, after deducting the cost of construction.