Sharon paused for two seconds, saying, "I'll ask on your behalf." Meaning, do you need to think about it? Indeed, the negative effect of the "Scale of Luck" can be daunting, but the "Biological Toxin Flask" and the "Grieving Spirit" truly complement each other. If it weren't for the financial strain—and if carrying it didn't weaken my constitution over time, making me more prone to illness—I'd never part with it. It's been incredibly useful in the ambush. Klein sensed Sharon's intent and tucked the silver necklace, adorned with ancient coins, back into his collar. He then carefully asked, "Does the path of the 'Imprisoned' activate high-sequence abilities by having every inanimate object in the surroundings attack the target?" "Puppets," Sharon replied succinctly. The ability at Sequence 4—"Puppets"—allows the user to transform into an inanimate figure, thus enabling them to manipulate all inanimate objects within a certain range. What about advancing further—would that directly affect the enemy's magical artifacts? Klein nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Do you know of a half-god by that name?" He went on to describe in detail the elder who had attacked him outside of Bayam. "Jexes," Sharon said calmly. "Actually, I hoped you could tell me a bit more about him..." Klein knew Sharon's style well, and with a helpless smile replied, "Do you know of Zatwen?" He was the mentor of the head of the Celestial Order on Orlavi Island. "The half-god we've been pursuing," Sharon responded, as if a puppet, with no emotion and no concealment. That is the one who first made me feel as though the chairs, tables, and curtains wanted to kill me—what a coincidence! Still, this isn't fate; it simply underscores that the Rosicrucian order, with a history spanning over a thousand years, has only a few half-gods among its ranks. It's probably similar to the Aurora Circle—around five saints, and angels supplemented by either two or three level-zero seal objects. Of course, this is due to centuries of suppression by the Seven Churches, which have forced their headquarters to become colonies. In their heyday, they must have had far more than this. Kline thought for a moment and then asked again: "Do you know any Rosicrucian member whose single arm could shake an entire mountain?" He had intended to describe the arm in more detail, but found himself completely unable to meet the other person's gaze. Sarlen listened quietly, her eyes seeming to come alive with subtle movement, and spoke with a clear, cool voice: "What exactly have you endured?" "A saint, an angel, and 'Ocean King'—a half-divine being from the Aurora Circle, a monster born as a byproduct of the Spirit Order's artificial Death God project... Klein silently chuckled to himself, offering a wry smile. 'I've ended up entangled with the 'Tree of Desire,' caught in the ambush of the Rose School. Fortunately, I was at Bayam at the time, with the Storm Church and the Royal Military stepping in. Moreover, I had thrown out items tainted by the 'True Maker's' essence, as well as matters related to the Spirit Order—so the situation became quite chaotic, and I managed to escape.' He responded openly, omitting the presence of the messenger lady and Mr. Azk. As for the matter of the 'True Maker,' he was confident that Miss Sharon had already noticed that he hadn't been affected by the murmurs—this could easily be explained by timely psychological intervention and mental therapy. 'The Tree of Desire...' Sharon murmured the name, her blue eyes gradually revealing a rare emotional shift." Caine lacked the ability to read "audiences," unable to discern Sharon's specific emotions, only vaguely sensing a mix of fear and contempt. Sharon quickly settled her unusual reactions, once again becoming a refined, almost perfect doll. She looked across at Sherlock Moriarty and said, "You are both fortunate and mysterious." Caine smiled silently, neither lying nor explaining. Sharon did not ask further, but continued, "You may have encountered Seara. She is the 'Divine Defect' born nine hundred and twenty-two years ago, claiming to be the child of the 'Bound God.' She is currently the leader of the Rose School." Impossible—the Rose School has summoned not only their leader, but also a half-god—just to counter me? I'm merely a humble Sequence 5! Had it not been for Hilary On, the "Jade Light," reminding me, I might have already been ensnared by the Rosy School... Klein felt a fresh wave of relief and casually asked, "Is 'Divine Misfortune' the name of the 'Prisoner' Path Sequence 2 or Sequence 1?" "Perhaps," Sharon replied without certainty. Before Klein could respond, she added, "Williams Street was destroyed." Klein had already considered how he should react when she brought up this topic, and immediately frowned. "By whom? When?" "The 'Night Watch' and the 'Heart of Mechanism,' two months ago," Sharon clearly had gathered relevant information. Klein nodded seriously, pondered a moment, and then said, "Perhaps we've overlooked something—the spectral entity doesn't necessarily need our salvation; it's already controlling Lord Pound!" "Could it be that something went wrong at this gentleman's place, drawing the attention of the 'Night Watch' and the 'Heart of Mechanism'?" "Klein spoke with no hesitation, weaving in genuine and speculative observations. "Baron Pound died suddenly during a party," said Sharon, nodding slightly. "That's been arranged, isn't it? The last trace of the Tudor bloodline has thus been extinguished?" Klein mused, "What's the current situation on William Street?" "Several high-rise buildings are being constructed," Sharon stated matter-of-factly. "Initially, there was discreet monitoring, but that gradually diminished, and by early this month, it had completely ceased." Klein paused for a few seconds, then asked, "Have you ever ventured down there to explore?" Sharon's gaze swept over his face. "Not yet." This recalled their unwritten agreement—shared discoveries, shared explorations. What a noble woman indeed! The restrained, ascetic ethos of the Rose School far surpassed the more indulgent counterparts. Klein hesitated, then inquired, "Shall we go now?" "Yes," Sharon replied simply, expressing her stance. Klein immediately instructed the driver ahead to take a detour to Williams Street, where the West and Queens districts meet. Along the way, he casually shared some maritime anecdotes and experiences that didn't involve any secrets; while Sharon didn't respond much, she listened intently, as if genuinely interested. This reminded Klein of the first time he met this bodyguard, when she sat in the ethereal high-backed chair within the curved window, her right hand resting on her cheek, listening carefully to his conversation with Ian—clearly possessing the potential of a true audience. As the carriage glided through the quiet streets under a steady, light rain, it finally arrived near Williams Street. Without needing to approach, Klein and Sharon could already see that the area had transformed into a large construction site. After circling around to the rear of the underground ruins and stepping beneath a dense, leafy tree, Klein, noting that Sharon remained completely dry despite not having an umbrella, said: "We'll go down from here." Raindrops fell through Sharon's pale gold hair and body, pattering onto the ground. "Good," Sharon said, without asking Sherlock Moriarty how he intended to descend. Kaine reached into his coat pocket, effortlessly dismantling the spiritual barrier and opening the iron cigarette box. Suddenly, a figure appeared at his side—the "Blood Above," Senior, dressed in a dark red coat and an old triangular hat. "He will take my place," Kaine smiled. Immediately, he composed himself and began to guide his own puppet. Senior promptly placed a hand to his chest and bowed to Sharon. "Good evening. It's a pleasure to be working with you." Sharon glanced at Kaine and Senior, said nothing, and swiftly descended into the earth. Hmm, Sharon seems rather displeased with Senior... Kaine smiled, and in a moment, the body of the "Blood Above" began to transform into a restless spirit, following downward. He himself leaned against the great tree, half-closed his eyes, and carefully controlled the puppet. Around him, no one was present, the rain sparse, and the streetlights dim. Gently, Caine began to sense the presence of a "Master of Secret Puppets." His field of vision overlapped with Senior's at this moment, revealing the dark-brown soil, the crawling creatures, and the scattered debris in the crevices of the stones. Penetrating through one layer after another of obstacles, "he" and Sharon reached the area where the original underground ruins once stood—here, the vaults had collapsed, columns broken, soil piled up, and scattered rubble dotted the ground, completely transformed from their original state. This sight convinced Caine that the human statues of the Six Deities had undoubtedly been entirely destroyed. Fortunately, "he" and Sharon were positioned very close to the room where the evil spirit had been sealed, meaning that during the subsequent exploration, he need not worry about the puppet's operational range exceeding its 100-meter control limit. Amid the scent of earth and the aroma of decay, Caine's secret doppelgänger, alongside Sharon, swiftly entered the previously exceptionally hazardous room. Yet, among the rubble of bricks and earth, only the clusters of white bones draped in decaying garments bore traces of crushed remnants—every existing glow of deep gold and deep blue had vanished entirely. "Those extraordinary traits have been taken by the 'Watchers' or the 'Mechanical Hearts,'" Senior's facial skin twitched, perfectly mirroring Caine's current sentiment. Sharon turned in the profound, solid darkness, gently shaking her head. "They never sent anyone in. There are no signs of any living beings having passed through here." Indeed—if any human had entered or exited this room within the past six months, the spirits of unrest should have sensed it. Moreover, those statues clearly remained invisible to both the 'Watchers' and the 'Mechanical Hearts.' Then where had those extraordinary traits gone? As Caine's brow furrowed gradually, Senior mirrored the same growing concern. Could it be that the malevolent spirit had not been completely eradicated? Had it already escaped from here? Klein thought deeply, and suddenly felt a jolt of alarm. He suppressed his emotions, guiding Senior alongside Sharon through the room filled with mud and rubble, until they reached the spot where the once-blood-streaked door had stood—now only a few fragments remained to testify to its former presence. After walking several meters, they truly entered the chamber where the spirit had been sealed. This room too had been utterly destroyed and buried beneath debris. Klein moved about, using Senior’s body and eyes to scan for clues. "There should be a black high-backed chair here," Sharon paused, pointing to a splintered piece of wood pressed between two stones. Klein suddenly remembered a scene he had seen in his dream—a young man resembling Medici seated in a high-backed chair, his head bowed, as though already dead. Sharon didn't pause; she moved aside under the pressure of the soil, searching for other traces. Suddenly, she spoke again: "There should be another one here." Another one? A second black high-back chair? "Clay" was startled and drifted over.