Would he be willing to grant me temporary use of a stone from my bracelet and the travel journal of Leiman? How did he know I possessed these two items? I remember not mentioning either of them at the Tarot gathering... Upon hearing the response "World," Gorman Sparrow was visibly startled, deeply surprised, as though all her secrets had been uncovered. Her spirit instantly tightened, and she quickly recalled where she might have gone wrong. "Besides my teacher, Hugh, and the 'Wanderer,' no one else knew I had these two items—especially Leiman's travel journal, which I hadn't even used much... The 'Wanderer'... Ah, the 'World' figure at the Tarot gathering behaved strangely; he never submitted the Emperor Roxel's journal, showing no particular care or concern in that regard. There must be a deep connection between him and the 'Wanderer'; perhaps he has received intelligence from him? A follower, or a devotee?" Forsyth pondered carefully and began to grasp something, no longer as anxious as before. Only now did she have the energy to consider whether the "World" Garmen Sparrow's request was acceptable. To Forsyth, the offer was surprisingly modest—less than she had expected, and remarkably reasonable! As a remarkable individual who frequently stayed at home, writing and resting, lending out Leiman's travel notes for a period of time posed no threat to her safety or utility. Moreover, the bracelet that enabled her to move freely between the spiritual realms, along with the two stones—giving one to the "World" Garmen Sparrow—would not leave her without a solid reserve. The only issue is that the "World" gentleman seems willing to attempt only once—should he fail, he will still demand the fee... Well, given the risk he's assuming, that's quite reasonable. I had originally expected to do quite a bit for him and settle the debt by trading my traitor's mind to the teacher for rewards. Folshe thought for a few seconds and then offered a prayer to the "Fool": "Please tell the 'World' gentleman that I accept his terms and will do my best to support his efforts." She had intended to remind the "World" gentleman of Germaine Spalro that using the stone would come with the side effect of the full-moon murmurs, but then realized that this benefit seemed to apply only to the extraordinary ones who followed the "Apprentice" path. …no matter whether it is success or failure, with that stone, I can quietly leave Bakersland and meet with Mr. The Hangman to explore the primitive island… Then, with the stone and the magic book, I’ll be able to record everything—there’s no need to worry about returning, unless my luck is truly bad and the records fail… Caine breathed a quiet sigh of relief, opened the door, and invited his personal servant, Richard, in to help him dress. "Mr. President, after breakfast, your scheduled itinerary is to visit the Royal Museum and view the exhibition of the royal collections." Richard said while helping his employer put on his coat. Since Dowager D’Olivier’s social dancing has progressed so swiftly, the weekly etiquette classes have been reduced from five to three sessions, giving him more time to engage in other activities. Such exhibitions are certain to become hot topics among the upper circles—missing them would seem rather unrefined. Regarding his visits to St. Samuel's Church to listen to the bishop's sermons, Crane has consciously reduced the frequency—not because he needs to donate several pounds each time—but because he fears that after the initial freshness wears off, going too often might raise suspicion. Naturalness and reason are at the core of his current plan. He intends to visit on two randomly chosen days out of the six days other than Sundays, relying on a longer period to gather intelligence, to discern patterns, remaining calm and unhurried. "I'm already eager," Crane said, smiling at his well-dressed reflection in the mirror, to his personal servant. Thinking of St. Samuel's Church and the Church of the Night, he naturally recalled Leonard Mitchell's secret investigation into Sherlock Moriarty, still puzzled as to what exactly the latter was suspecting. Was it the fact that Leonard decided to investigate people around him after Emlyn White came to purchase the "Seed" gloves, or was it the subtle presence of the great detective in the cases of Cardin and Larnus that made the Red Glove suspect? Or both? Klein pondered the traces he had left behind and formed a clear hypothesis. He was not afraid that Sherlock Moriarty would be pursued by the Night Church and appear on the wanted list—after all, once he had arranged a few contacts, the great detective would likely not reappear. What he feared was that people would notice the early Sherlock Moriarty's striking resemblance to Klein Morreti and thus trace the investigation back to the deceased night watchman. In fact, even if they discovered it, it wouldn't matter much. I'm no longer the "clown" or "magician" I once was. There are already several half-gods who could be found, and even if the senior chaplains of the Church were added to the list, the situation wouldn't change significantly. Moreover, Bensen and Melissa are truly ordinary people—definitely not involved in the Church's affairs, and their lives would remain undisturbed. As for the pension payments, I suspect they might be withdrawn, but I doubt it—there's simply no way to explain that to ordinary people. Indeed, with increasing debts, I find myself calmly thinking ahead, rather than worried. This is precisely why, last night, when "Mercury's Serpent" Will Onsetin revealed my identity as Crane Moretti, I remained so composed and calm. After all, a Sequence-1 angel who had long interacted with Sherlock Moriarty and who specialized in fate-related abilities—how could she have failed to recognize where this great detective originally came from? Even with the gray mist obscuring many details, Wilton Aunseit would certainly recognize Sherlock Moriaty as being from Tingen. During his time in Tingen, Klein had encountered a young man from the "Monstrous Path," Admessor, who had caused his eyes to bleed. Once Wilton Aunseit acquired this information and compared it with the known facts, the answer would naturally emerge. If Leonard truly uncovered Sherlock Moriaty's hidden identity, one could only imagine what expression he would make... Klein chuckled to himself, then stepped out of the master bedroom, descended to the second floor, and began enjoying his breakfast prepared by his personal chef. As a recent graduate of the history department, Klein was quite interested in the exhibition. Many events he was very familiar with were represented here, offering a deeply immersive experience into a long and captivating past. What surprised Klein slightly was that the butler, Walter, had an in-depth knowledge of most of the exhibits, offering detailed introductions to D'Artagnan with remarkable attentiveness. Indeed, it was no surprise—he nodded to himself in quiet approval. As they walked, stopped, and listened, they encountered numerous other visitors, and the entire exhibition hall remained quiet and orderly, with only soft conversations overlapping. Passing by a display case, Klein noticed that Walter's footsteps suddenly paused. He glanced beside him, and his expression became notably complex. Since Klein wasn't a "visitor" himself, he couldn't decipher the specific meaning of that complex emotion, and instead followed Walter's gaze toward the display case ahead. Two people stood there—one man and one woman. The man, in his thirties, wore a black suit, a silk hat, and a gold-handled cane, appearing to be a well-to-do gentleman. The woman wore a yellow dress with a golden necklace, dressed more vividly and stylishly. The butler was looking at the man—Caine instantly formed his judgment, his gaze subtly scanning the target. He noticed the man had a somewhat older appearance, with a deep, sun-kissed complexion, his handbacks like dry wood, and his fingers extremely rough. If one didn’t look at his attire, one would easily believe he was a farmer, gardener, or coachman. Caine withdrew his gaze, now slightly puzzled. He had noticed these details because, when constructing the identity of D’Aubigny Tanghès, he had carefully considered what a typical ordinary person, long engaged in adventures across the southern continent, might look like. He believed that beyond the rich eyes, demeanor, and innate facial contours forged through a lifetime of experiences, Doane Thaumas must also possess details such as skin weathered by prolonged sun exposure, subtle but noticeable scars, and strong, textured hands—otherwise, the character's inner depth would not be adequately supported. Indeed, since becoming the "Man Without a Face" until now, I've grown increasingly experienced and refined in crafting new characters. Even if I returned to Earth without any extraordinary abilities, acting would remain my strong suit. With a touch of self-mockery, Caine observed that Mr. Walter, the butler, had already resumed his serious, composed demeanor—as if nothing at all had happened. The man with slightly aged features and rough skin pointed to the banners displayed in the case. "This was the banner used by Count Lestin, Prince Harold Augustus, during the White Rose War. Unfortunately, he died in that war, yet his death proved to be a turning point—our realm of Ruin ultimately secured victory. Notice the blood on this banner..." Quite good knowledge of history indeed... Klein glanced at the butler Walter with a side eye, thought for a moment, smiled, and approached the couple, warmly interjecting, "I didn't expect someone to know such a specific detail. I always assumed people's understanding of the White Rose War was limited to Ruin's victory over Intis. "Mr. Your depth of knowledge is truly impressive." Being publicly praised by someone in front of his companion, the man's expression shifted from guarded to relaxed, and a touch of self-satisfaction bloomed on his face. "I simply enjoy learning about historical matters." He casually glanced at the gentleman's attendant, his brow furrowing momentarily before relaxing, still holding a faint sense of curiosity. Indeed, he must be acquainted with Walter the butler... Daken Tangtes smiled calmly and said, "Good day. I'm a merchant from Dicy. Daken Tangtes—how should I address you?" The man hesitated slightly and replied, "William Sikes, a house steward."