As Edwena's expression softened, Anderson curled his lips, shook his head in quiet resignation: "You always were so rigid—never quite able to become an artist." After a moment's reflection, he turned to the body lying on the chair beneath him and said, "We can't just keep watching. We have to do something. Chastel wanted to find her people—so let her be buried near the elven ruins on Sunya Island. Moberet seems inclined to accompany Chastel—then they should share the same tomb. As for Dzelar, he longs to return to Bekland—so cremate him, place his ashes in a box, and take him there, on the way. If time permits, we can also search for his descendants. As for Snowman, whether he worships the ancient sun god, the first creator, or both—well, to us, it makes no difference. We'll certainly find no church or altar dedicated to either. So, he'll rest beside Grolser." “Grolser… He should wish to return to the 'Hall of the Giants,' but that city exists only in myth—there’s no such place in reality. Still, there are traces of the Giants’ settlements across both the northern and southern continents. We can bury him there, and allow him to rest truly. ‘Hall of the Giants’… Bekland… Kline listened silently, then paused for a few seconds before saying: “Grolser, Snowman, and Longzeler’s ashes to me.” He believed that after a period—not too short, not too long—Silver City would eventually explore the ‘Hall of the Giants.’ At that point, he could hand over Grolser and Snowman’s ashes to the young ‘Sun,’ allowing the latter to carry them to rest. As for Bekland, it was Kline’s own home—the final destination of his journey—and it would be a fitting place to return Longzeler, who had been away from his homeland for over 165 years. Edwenna added: “The ‘Golden Dream’ frequently visits Sunya Island. I’ll take care of the remains of Xatass and Mobet.” "Alright, you'll handle the cremation when it comes time." Anderson turned to Daniz, half-smiling, half-sighing. "See? Everyone has their own place to shine—there's no need to feel inferior." He had expected Daniz to miss the comfort and look back at him with annoyance, but instead, the renowned sea pirate only grew slightly subdued before quietly nodding. "Hm. As companions who've faced the King of the North together, we'll each take on one share—this way, we honor their legacy." Anderson gestured with his chin toward the glowing items scattered on the floor. "Hm, I'm sure there's still a trace of their spirits embedded in these extraordinary properties. I wonder what effects that will have—whether it's brewed into a potion to be consumed or crafted into physical objects by artisans. The former can be absorbed through the 'Method of Performance,' but the latter might not be so easily managed. Ah, you seem unfamiliar with the 'Method of Performance'—then perhaps I'll just leave it unmentioned." The last words were addressed to Daniz. Klein didn't feel like complaining to Anderson. He glanced at the four extraordinary traits and said, "Shatass's goes to me." That's exactly the primary material for the "Sea Singer!" Edwenna thought for a moment and said, "I'll take Snowman's." This corresponds to the "Priest of Light"—Klein already has one, so he didn't choose it. Anderson glanced at the remaining two extraordinary traits, his eyes lingering on the strange object resembling a baby's palm: "I've said before, this one is quite interesting. Perhaps we can create a magical item that can chat with me—so no one will feel lonely anymore." At that point, the "Heart of the Giant" remained unassigned. Klein looked at Daniz and said calmly, "Yours." "Me? I've done nothing. I didn't even participate in the battle," Daniz was quite surprised. Klein replied simply, "You explored the path and took risks." To Caine, this was actually a form of compensation. Since Daniz had recited the name of "The Fool" and uncovered Germain Spalro's secret, he was now compelled to become a devoted follower of "The Fool," otherwise significant risks would remain. Though this was one of Daniz's voluntarily assumed risks, Caine still wished to make some amends—of course, he hoped Daniz would regard it as a gift from "The Fool." Whether it was exchanging Grossel's exceptional traits for money, purchasing the corresponding recipes and materials, or crafting protective magical items, all of these proved highly beneficial to Daniz. "Accept them," Edwenna said, turning to Daniz. "…Very well," Daniz nodded thoughtfully after a moment of silence. Once the distribution was complete, Caine stepped forward a few paces, bent down, and picked up the extraordinary traits left behind by Chastel. He watched the translucent film, where the deep blue sea gently swayed, and faintly heard the elegant song of the elven singer once more. He had just straightened up when Daniz nodded, as if responding to a question no one had asked earlier! Klein's gaze swept over Edwenna's impassive face, suspecting that she was communicating with Daniz in a voice others couldn't hear. Upon seeing Daniz give a clear affirmative, Edwenna reached out and closed the book, *The Travels of Grozsel*, on the table, handing it to Klein. "This is my thanks," she said. "Without me, you could have still defeated the Frost Giant Dragon." Klein didn't reach for the book; he simply looked at it, a brown-leather-bound volume. "No," Edwenna replied, as if a teacher explaining a lesson, "you would have perished together. We simply cannot withstand the Dragon's final frenzy, and your entry into the book itself came with significant risk. My only request is that, should you uncover its origin and principles, please share the answers with me." Klein was already deeply curious about the secrets hidden within The Grolsch Travelogue, and upon hearing this, he no longer hesitated, reaching out to take the book from the hands of the others: "Very well." As the importance of the "Kingdom of the Giants" grew increasingly evident, he also intended to purchase the black iron key belonging to the giants, valued at 5,000 pounds—yet he did not make the request immediately, so as not to make Edwena feel as though he were leveraging his advantage. He planned to ask the "Admiral of the Ice Mountain" for the key several hours later, or perhaps tomorrow, first making a divination journey to the misty heights to confirm its worth before paying for it. Seeing that Anderson and Daniz had each also claimed their own extraordinary traits, Edwena glanced at the gradually darkening sky and asked Klein, "Where are you headed next?" "Bayam," Klein replied straightforwardly. Edwena nodded: "You can take the Golden Dream to reach there—we have several spare rooms available." Klein nodded slightly, barely perceptible, agreeing. Who wouldn't want to take a free ship? Once the bones were arranged and the captain's cabin tidied, Edwenna made her way to the door and opened it. A wave of surprise immediately erupted outside, and the atmosphere in the corridor soon boiled over. "Everything's fine," Edwenna said, surveying the room, a gentle smile gradually appearing in her otherwise composed expression. A roar of cheers erupted—so loud that Anderson couldn't help but purse his lips and frown. "More enthusiastic than I expected," he remarked, yet his words were effortlessly drowned out by the festive clamor. Once the excitement settled, Klein and Anderson, guided by Daniz, left the captain's cabin and proceeded to another room on the same level. Turning slightly to look back at where they had just been, Anderson suddenly sighed: "Is that all?" "Although we've only known each other for less than half an hour, the ones who've fought alongside you always leave a lasting impression. Yet here they are—just suddenly gone, all of them, gone..." Caine paused for two seconds. "This world is inherently full of such inexplicable deaths." "...Indeed," Anderson smiled. "So we should try to be more positive, savor life. When the day comes that I face death, I want to meet it with composure, grace, and poise—without losing my dignity, embracing it with the most stylish demeanor." Don't set yourself any flags... Caine didn't speak, stepping into the room that Daniz had opened. Anderson remained across the way. Sat down in the high-backed chair belonging to the "Knight of Cups," he directly manifested the figure of "The World," positioning himself in a posture of supplication: "Esteemed Sir Knight of Cups, kindly convey to the 'Sun' that I have secured the sequence-6 'Notary' potion recipe he requested, and I now also have leads on the 'Potion of the Light Priest' and its primary ingredients. He may hold off on payment for now, treating it as a credit to be settled at a later date." This was克莱恩's move in preparing for his promotion to sequence-4. The Silver City boasts abundant resources, and certain primary or currently hard-to-source auxiliary materials might be needed in the future. Therefore, with no pressing immediate needs, he intended to let the younger 'Sun' hold off on payment. He had not mentioned that he also now had the recipe and primary ingredients for the 'Potion of the Light Priest' because he found it somewhat extravagant, intending to share this news only after the younger 'Sun' had had a chance to absorb and digest the information. After carefully observing the manifested images twice, he transformed them into streams of light and poured them into the deep crimson star corresponding to "Sun." Afternoon town. Just as Dariq finished patrolling the edge of the newly established camp, he suddenly felt a sharp sensation, and there before him stretched an endless expanse of gray-white mist, with faint, glowing red silhouettes praying within. Then, he heard the voice of "World," knowing that his "Notary" magic recipe was confirmed. "World's efficiency is outstanding—promised a certain number of days, and that's exactly what he delivered, plus an extra recipe for the 'Priest of Light' magic and the lead material clues!" Dariq was amazed, his heart filled with delight. He couldn't help but admire "World," and wished for himself to one day possess such abilities and style. Above the gray mist, the bustling "World" once again began to pray to the Sir "The Fool": "Great Sir 'The Fool,' please convey to 'The Hanged Man' that I have now secured the magical recipe for 'The Ocean Singer' and the corresponding primary ingredients. I will present them to him at our next Tarot gathering. Kindly consider what you might offer in return."