Under the sunlight, the "Golden Dream" gleams with a golden hue, as if a moving treasure. Daniz stands in the captain's cabin, pacing back and forth constantly, trying to recall every event that has occurred during this period and seeking clues for investigation. Three days ago, his captain, Edwena the "Ice Mountain Admiral," announced a research project that might last several to twenty hours, during which she would not be available—thus canceling all scheduled courses. This was no surprise to Daniz and the others, as such occurrences were frequent. They had been delighted to be free from classes, enjoying evenings of drinking, singing, and holding bonfires on board—so much so that they had nearly set the "Golden Dream" ablaze. Yet, as time passed, even Daniz himself, who had been slow to notice, began to sense something was amiss: the captain, who was expected to return within 24 hours, had not appeared by the next day, nor had she sent anyone to bring food or fresh, lightly carbonated beer! After waiting patiently for a long time, the pirate crew still didn't see the officers of the "Ice Mountain Admiral" Edwenna boldly knocking on the captain's door, only to find it unresponsive. Under the leadership of the first mate, Brodie Wools, they opened the captain's quarters and discovered it completely empty! They then proceeded to other rooms such as the storage chamber, but still failed to locate the "Ice Mountain Admiral" Edwenna. Drawing on past experience, they initially suspected that the captain might have suddenly thought of something and, using one of her secret arts or demonstrating an extraordinary ability to mimic others, had hastily departed from the "Golden Dream" without leaving any message. Subsequently, when Danyz and the others attempted to contact her through rituals such as the "Spirit Summoning Ceremony," they received no response and were left only to search the captain's quarters and other areas for clues while convincing themselves to remain patient. By the third day, the "Ice Mountain Admiral" Edwenna had still not appeared, nor had she responded, and the crew began to grow anxious. "Dog manure, do you have any results from your divinations? You're not supposed to be an expert in this field, are you?" Daniz turned irritably toward "The Tie" Yodsen. Yodsen, with his black hair streaked gold, rubbed his temple and spoke in a rich, resonant voice. "All the divinations for locating people have failed. However, one thing is certain at this point—the captain is still alive, though we don't know where she has gone." The first mate, Broo Walles, with his grayish short curly hair, pushed his single-lens spectacles up his nose. "We must seek help. The captain's entire collection has remained intact; in fact, she didn't even take away some of the essential magical items. This indicates the situation was abrupt and entirely unexpected." "Who should we ask for help?" asked another sailor, "The Barrel" Danilson, whose waist was notably rounded, in an urgent tone. Broo Walles raised his silver-woven chisel to the hooked nose before him. "We should return to the west coast." "He was implying that he needed to find the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, behind Admiral Edwena of the Ice Mountain." "Not at all. Returning from the Pirate's Paradise to the West Coast requires crossing the Sunia Sea, navigating through the North Sea or the Stormy Sea, and then sailing for an extended period through the Mist Sea—something the captain won't endure! She could have an unexpected incident at any moment!" said "The Bow Tie" Yodsen. "We must find someone who can be reached quickly and who can offer assistance within a short timeframe." Daniz had intended to curse again with another "dogshit," but suddenly an idea struck him. The only person he could reach swiftly was Germain Sparrow, the eccentric adventurer, who never hesitated to display his gift for divination and his mysterious background in his presence! Perhaps this madman could find the captain—after all, he always managed the impossible. Daniz smoothed his collar, and felt a sense of relief settle over his growing anxiety and restlessness. He straightened his posture, glanced around, cleared his throat and said: "I have someone in mind—I can reach him immediately, and he's exceptionally skilled at divination..." Before he finished speaking, "Gastronome" Brody Wols, "The Necktie" Jodsen, and the others—"The Ironskin" and "The Barrel"—all turned sharply toward him, eyes blazing, shouting: "Go already!" "...” Daniz silently stepped out of the captain's cabin and returned to his room. He unfolded the letter, picked up his pen, and habitually began with a formal greeting, followed by a few polite pleasantries, as instructed by the captain. Suddenly, he paused, feeling the tone too formal and overly wordy, out of place for a request for help. "Good heavens!" Daniz muttered, tearing the paper in one swift motion. Then, he wrote on a fresh sheet: "Help! The captain's gone!" “Well… although Germán Sparo is a madman whose behavior can’t be predicted by ordinary logic, Daniz figures he probably wouldn’t be able to make sense of such a letter either. ‘Dogshit!’ he muttered, tore out the second sheet of paper. Calming himself, he paused for a few seconds, then set down his pen for the third time. This time, he concisely outlined the events surrounding the captain’s disappearance and included the current position of the *Golden Dream*, then gently asked Mr. Germán Sparo whether he might be able to offer some assistance to his collaborator. ‘Divination seems to require certain specific items…’ As he folded the letter, he suddenly realized he had overlooked something and hurried back to the captain’s quarters, where he found a pair of pearl earrings that Edwena, the ‘Ice Mountain Admiral,’ often wore. After completing these steps, he pulled out his notebook filled with various esoteric knowledge, flipped to the relevant page, and, drawing on past experience, performed the summoning ritual for the messenger with a somewhat hesitant, less-than-fluent grace. After placing a coin on the altar, he stepped back two paces and recited in ancient Hermes: "I! I summon by my name: spirits wandering in illusion, friendly beings to be summoned, messengers belonging solely to Germain Sparo." The wind whistled and stirred, agitated by the presence of the spirits, and the candles on the altar surged with rapid flame, growing noticeably pale. Renee Tynicol emerged steadily, still dressed in her somber, elaborate black gown, holding four identical, graceful heads. Danzis had expected the messenger to behave as it had the last time—biting directly into the coin and the envelope containing the papers and earrings—yet the four heads in Renee Tynicol's hands turned independently, surveying the room before finally converging toward the captain's quarters. A few seconds later, two of the heads in Renee Tynicol's hands finally bit into the coin and the envelope. Only when the odd messenger vanished did Daniz exhale, wipe his forehead, and realize that he had felt an inexplicable pressure just moments before. ... On Orlavi Island, in a room at another inn. As Daniel prepared to have the money-winning Anderson Hood purchase a ticket to the "City of Generosity," Bayam, an inspiration suddenly struck him. He swiftly activated his spiritual vision and saw that his headless messenger, Renette Tini科尔, had floated into place beside him, holding four heads that shimmered brightly. Unlike the bone messenger, who only became apparent when I first noticed her, she had already fully entered the real world—this was when my inspiration struck me. Daniel thoughtfully took the letter clenched in one of Renette Tini科尔's hands. At the same time, he noticed that Anderson's inspiration was no less strong, responding almost simultaneously. "Wait—was that a messenger?" Anderson hesitated before speaking, as though he had heard of such a thing but never truly seen it. Kline nodded without much expression, casually opening the envelope. Oh, the pearl earrings? Kline was slightly surprised as he unfolded the letter. Meanwhile, Anderson approached curiously, studying Rénite Tiniçol closely, and murmured, "There's a kind of indescribable bloodiness and beauty." Before he finished speaking, his hands suddenly shot up and clamped around his throat, pressing so hard that his tongue protruded and white foam spilled from his mouth—yet Rénite Tiniçol, standing empty-handed at the neck, showed no additional reaction. Kline turned his head, examined the scene carefully, then glanced at his messenger, and silently muttered a few words: "It's very much like Miss Sharon's ability... isn't the messenger part of the 'prisoner' path?" No, not certain—she’s a spiritual being, so it’s quite normal for her to be good at such things...” Only when Anderson was nearly out did Caine finally speak slowly, “Well, he’ll help me with the way.” Rynette Tynicol turned one of her heads to face Anderson, her crimson eyes fixed on him for a moment. Then, one after another, the mouths of her heads opened in orderly succession: “Yes…” “Can be made…” “Corpse…” “Same…” “Can…” “Guide…” As she spoke, Anderson’s hands finally stopped moving, drifting away from his neck, leaving clear, deep marks behind. Huff, huff… The strongest hunter gasped deeply, leaning forward and coughing. Caine then quickly scanned the letters, learning that the sender was Daniz, the renowned sea pirate, who had mysteriously gone missing—now urgently needing assistance. As soon as his gaze left the letter, Caine was astonished to find that Renette Tynecor was still there. This wasn't at all mysterious—shouldn't the messenger vanish after delivering the letter, only to reappear again upon being summoned? Caine paused, hesitated, and asked with curiosity, "Do you have anything else?" "Wait..." "You..." "Return..." "The letter..." The four heads in Renette's hands spoke one after another. "How do you know I'll definitely reply?" Caine glanced at Anderson, still recovering from the moment, and was certain that the strongest hunter couldn't have noticed this deviation from the established character of Germain Spalro. Renette's heads spoke again: "Her..." "disappearance..." "was very..." "strange..." "How do you know?" Caine momentarily thought the messenger had secretly glanced at Daniz's letter. The heads with simple, loose golden hair each emitted a single word, forming a complete sentence: "I..." "investigated..." "the ship..." "the situation..." My messenger is also acting as a spy? Will Lady Renette Tynecole eventually take on the role of bodyguard too? Though I'm not sure whether an extra fee will be required... Cline remarked while expressing his thoughts: "Don't worry— I'll write back later." He intended to first visit the Gray Mists and perform a divination using the earrings of Admiral Edwena, the Ice Mountain Commander. Lady Renette Tynecole remained silent and vanished without a trace. "Hmph..." Anderson finally recovered, straightened up, and stared at Germán Sparo in amazement, "Your messenger—your very messenger—is of half-divine rank!" PS: My wife's grandmother has been hospitalized. I rushed back to her hometown yesterday, with no time to prepare my notes—so I'm posting this first and revising later.