Germán Sparo… Dorian felt his temples pulse, his hands instinctively gripping the edges of his chair, his body unexpectedly tightening. Having lived in Prizel Port, whether actively or passively, he had always been more informed about maritime rumors than the citizens of Béklând who relied on newspapers. Over the past several months, he had consistently heard stories about Germán Sparo—from his decisive victory over "Steel" McVey, through his crushing defeat of "The Sick General" Tracie, to his successful hunt of "The Blood Above" Senyó尔—each tale brimming with sheer madness. Could it be that he had left the sea behind and now settled in Béklând, yet still remained as wildly unpredictable as ever? Dorian suppressed the unspoken fear and alertness rising within him, gazing steadily at his student, and said calmly: "Reduce your contact with this bounty hunter. He will eventually cause a major incident—and not long from now." The teacher indeed proved to be experienced and perceptive, instantly uncovering the true essence of the "World" gentleman... Alas, I am already a member of the Tarot Circle, so I cannot help but make contact... Fleurth adjusted his posture, nodded sincerely: "Yes, Master." Dorian composed himself, then gazed deeply at Louis Vain—the former student now his adversary. However, the "traveler" could no longer speak, nor did he retain any trace of spiritual vitality. After a moment of silence, Dorian leaned back slightly and said to Fleurth: "You mentioned a reward of one thousand pounds?" He had no clear idea of Fleurth's financial situation, only knowing that the student was a best-selling novelist with steady royalties, and that his regular involvement in several circles of the exceptional had always yielded favorable transactions—thus, it was no great surprise at all that he could have accumulated a deposit of one thousand pounds. Forth looked slightly uneasy as she shifted in her seat, saying, "Is the premium too high?" She deliberately posed this question to mask the fact that she had inflated the price, thereby suggesting she lacked experience in such matters. Dorian shook his head, "No, it's actually too low. So low that I can't help but question whether Germain Sparo has some other motive behind it." As a member of the Abraham family who had faced repeated setbacks, he remained consistently vigilant. In club and social gathering parlance, this is known as a "member's rate"—Forth muttered under her breath, "Honestly," she added, "there are also other agreements: all of Louis Vien's possessions will be his, and we will provide some meaningful assistance. Moreover, I have committed to compensating him an additional approximately 3,000 pounds when he needs cash urgently later on." "That's about as reasonable as it gets." "Dorian nodded gently." "Normally, a assassination of Louis Vain, backed by the Aurora Circle, would cost at least 30,000 pounds. And if there were any additional circumstances, the price would have to be increased." The gentleman known as "The World" had drawn upon the semi-divine abilities listed in "Leymann's Travel Notes"—this clearly indicated an unforeseen circumstance. A Saint of the Aurora Circle? Firth, well-versed in the Tarot Circle's structure, didn't conceal her slight frown. "So it does seem rather unusual. Perhaps he's in a hurry for funds?" Dorian paused and reflected. "Maybe he simply values Louis Vain's unique qualities more. For other extraordinary beings, such attributes could be turned into quite useful magical artifacts, provided he can find the right 'craftsperson'." Dorian paused for a moment, then added, "Don't worry too much about it—just keep away from him afterward." "Perhaps he's already been eyeing Louis Veyne, and with your intelligence providing the perfect opportunity, he can also secure additional income beyond his budget." Dorian didn't pursue the topic further, but instead withdrew a pure crystal sphere the size of a fist from his clothing pocket: "It's made of stellar crystal and will effectively enhance your astrological abilities." As the light from outside streamed in, the crystal sphere shimmered with a radiant ripple of waves. Before Folshe could even open her mouth to object, Dorian chuckled: "Louis Veyne is my enemy—his reward for removal should be paid by me. I don't currently have enough cash, so I'll have to settle with some items instead." "No, thank you..." Folshe shook her head, half sincerely, half reluctantly. Sincerely, she had originally intended to eliminate Louis Veyne solely to avenge her teacher, without considering any future rewards; reluctantly, she simply couldn't say no. Dorian's expression grew serious: "Do you wish to make me feel guilty and uneasy?" "Don't worry, I still have some assets of my own," Fols said, nodding in agreement. "Alright," Dorian smiled again. "By the way, I've brought you the recipe for the 'Record-keeper's' potion. You can take in the 'Astrologer's' potion while gathering the required materials—ah, I'll provide you with one of the key ingredients, the Asman's Brain; the rest will have to come from you." The Asman was a creature mentioned only in ancient lore—its brain, resembling a human brain left unprotected, was large enough to fill an entire room. It could create terrifying illusions and even cause attackers to die from their own attacks. As he spoke, Dorian produced a yellow-brown parchment and handed it to Fols. Vorths gratefully accepted, quickly scanning the main materials: "A complete Asman's Brain, an ancient curse object from a spirit of malice..." He hoped to gather the remaining materials before fully digesting the "Astrologer's" potion. As he was about to fold the parchment, he noticed Professor Dorian pulling out a pure gold box from his luggage. With the spiritual wall removed, Dorian opened the lid and said: "Without the golden barrier, the Asman's Brain would continuously affect you, causing hallucinations until you lose your mental faculties." Inside the square box,静静 arranged a translucent, creased and slightly raised mass, only one-fifth the size of Louis Vienne's head. Indeed, a venerable family—Vorths sincerely thanked him once again, took the pure gold square box, skillfully closed the lid, and sealed it with the spiritual wall. Dorian didn't stop there—he found an excuse to slightly step aside for Folsom, while he himself arranged the ritual and summoned Malmos, a celestial being fond of music, from whom he extracted two stacks of documents. —These three items had been prepared for Folsom right after Dorian was startled by news from the "Gate" gentleman, so he had placed them nearby in advance. "These are two properties in Beckland—one in the Hillsdon district and one in the Chorwood district—both in excellent locations. The total price is around 6,500 pounds. Whatever you can sell them for, you keep." Dorian smiled. Though the Abraham family had declined in status, as a once-great angelic lineage with a long history, they still held a considerable inventory, including land, forests, homes, manors, and mineral resources. However, Dorian only managed a portion of these holdings, while the rest belonged to various smaller family branches. The apartment I'm currently renting is valued at £2,500, the neighborhood is decent, but the location is average... The things the teacher has given us today, put together, truly amount to around £10,000... Folsom couldn't help but silently marvel at this. "According to their description, the attackers were around 1.6 meters tall, likely female, though a shorter male cannot be ruled out." Reldar said, suppressing his anger. "What are your plans now?" "Since we don't yet know which individuals X先生 invited to the gathering, and women of about 1.6 meters are quite common, our strategy is to maintain a relaxed watch, focusing only on a few suspicious targets, and converting the people we capture into informants. Without our pressure, the mad crowd at Jieguang Hall will surely actively seek out the killer to avenge X先生. They will naturally have a clear scope of investigation. This way, not only will we identify the assassin, but we'll also uncover valuable clues about Jieguang Hall." The slim middle-aged man explained in detail. Reldar nodded thoughtfully. "Roy, when you carry out your operations, remember to request the 'Level 1 Seal.' "The current situation indicates that there is at least one Seer in Bekland, and the assassin's strength exceeds that of a typical Sequence 5, backed by a half-god as well." "Understood, Your Grace," Roy Wellington said, clenching his right fist and pressing it against his left chest. ... "Dawn, you always surprise me. It's been only a short time, and you've already completed the study of the 'Book of Wisdom' section of the 'Book of the Night Revelation.'" Inside the Saint Samuel Church, Bishop Elektra closed her holy scripture, smiling warmly at the devout, silver-haired, deep-blue-eyed businessman before her. "Indeed, that is what a faithful follower should strive to achieve," said Kain with a smile. "Moving on to the 'Letters of the Seers' section?" "Yes, which Seer would you like to begin with?" asked Bishop Elektra. Kain glanced around, then smiled lightly. "Let's start with Saint Samuel." "Archbishop Elektra was not surprised at all, and spoke seriously: 'Saint Samuel was the metropolitan bishop of the Church in Becland during the Fourth Century of the Trenzosth Empire, and made outstanding contributions to the spread of the worship of the goddess. He entered the divine realm during his lifetime and became an angel...' As he spoke, he turned to the corresponding 'Letters of the Saints.' At that moment, Klein's inspiration suddenly stirred; he felt as though a deep malice and dark intent had surged up from the upper floors. Immediately afterward, a cool, profound sensation radiated from the depths of the ground, smoothing out everything, and the church once again returned to its previous tranquility. Archbishop Elektra came back to himself, then, addressing Donatess D'Artagnan, who seemed completely unaware of what had just happened, 'I'm sorry—just now I remembered something else.'