Upon hearing Mr. Moon’s question, the magician, Folshe, nearly let out, “Clear! Very clear! Though I’m not quite familiar with the finer details.” But she quickly restrained herself, glancing nervously at Mr. World, seated at the lowest end of the bronze long table. Almost simultaneously, Mr. The Hermit, Aljere, Ms. Justice, Audrey, and Ms. The Sage, Galitha, combined their earlier observations and intuitions, and began to suspect that the serious incident unfolding in the eastern district of Beckland had involved the assassination of the divine messenger of the Aurora, by Mr. World himself. Since she was not an observer, unable to read the answers in the eyes of Mr. World, Folshe managed only to offer a tentative smile to Mr. Moon, Emlyn. “I can’t tell you exactly what happened,” she said. “All I know is that a remarkable, storm-domain demi-god-level ability manifested at the time, which has drawn the storm church’s close attention.” She refrained from elaborating on the full circumstances, choosing instead to simply recount what she had personally witnessed. In her estimation, if the "World" gentleman were to reveal this matter, she would surely add her own observations. The extraordinary, half-divine abilities in the Storm Domain? "Justice" Odile and the others were momentarily stunned, instinctively questioning whether their earlier assumptions had been accurate. Previously, they had believed that the "Leyman's Travel Notes" had emerged after the death of the Aurora's divine envoy, making it impossible for the "World" gentleman to have recorded such half-divine abilities before the assassination—through the assistance of the "Fool" gentleman! The significant, transcendent events in the Eastern District had nothing to do with the "World" gentleman? No, the glance Folshe had just given was sufficient to prove otherwise! Yet, why had the extraordinary, half-divine abilities in the Storm Domain appeared at all? One possibility—perhaps the "Leymann's travel journal" wasn't a收获 from this assassination, but had originally belonged to Forse; another possibility—perhaps a cardinal of the Storm Church, or a remarkable figure holding the relevant seals—had launched the attack. If the first scenario holds, the fact that the "World" figure could summon semi-divine abilities demonstrates that the messenger is exceptionally strong, backed by a saint. If the second scenario is true, the "World" figure's ability to emerge unscathed from such an assault speaks volumes about his own power. Of course, it's also possible that he deliberately orchestrated a meeting between the Storm Church figures and the polar light church's messenger, capitalizing on the chaos of the semi-divine battle to execute the assassination efficiently. From the details she has observed, "Justice" Audrey has formed several hypotheses—each one pointing to the same conclusion: The "World" figure is capable, intelligent, well-supported, and highly proactive—among the very top tier of Sequence 5, below the semi-divine level! It's truly terrifying—no wonder they're so closely associated with the Sir of the Fool... Once we reach a church, I should be able to piece together the details. The Sir of the Tower, Aljer, has already formed an initial impression, and feels a deep sense of relief, reassuring himself that with such capable allies, the exploration of that remote island will surely become much smoother. As for the Sir of the Hermit, Gauthier, her thoughts align closely with those of the Sir of Justice, Odile, and she intends to seek information directly from the Sir of the Mystic Queen—whose own correspondence recently mentioned her current stay in Beckett. "The extraordinary ability of Storm Domain demi-god level..." The Sir of the Magician, Emlin, repeats the words with a slight headache. Though he enjoys staying at home and dislikes going out, living in a major city means he regularly has to visit hospitals for blood transfusions—so he does possess some basic knowledge. Combined with the reminders and guidance from his elders, he has a deep understanding of official organizations such as the "Substitutes," the "Night Watch," and the "Mechanical Heart," knowing precisely how a serious incident would ripple through the surrounding areas. Without a solid disguise, simply making it into the East District might mean he’s already subdued and captured by the "Substitutes" before even reaching his target. Although I hold the identity of a Mother God Church member, which ensures I won’t be imprisoned underground or turned into a subject of study for the Sealing Research Team, this still represents a failure—potentially even resulting in the loss of my "Leymann’s Travel Notes." At this stage, navigating the underground passages has become particularly perilous, given the number of official Exceptional Beings likely concealed there. Suddenly, Emlyn realizes that what seemed like a straightforward task has now become significantly more challenging. He made up his mind quickly: to act between late afternoon and midnight, when the lower-class residents of the eastern district would gradually return home from work. Though it would be dark, the streets would be lively and bustling, making it impossible for even ten times as many "substitutes" to maintain strict surveillance and identify every suspect. The next key would be to carefully plan the operation, aiming to resolve the two artificial vampires with minimal disruption—though he had to keep in mind the possibility of a more intense battle that couldn't be concealed. Wait—just then, the "Magician" had mentioned that in "Lehmann's Travel Notes," there was a remarkable ability called "teleportation." The problem was solved! "Moon" Emlyn breathed a sigh of relief and smiled lightly, saying, "I'll take that into account." His tone was calm and confident, as if everything were under perfect control. Hm. Emlyn had been hesitant at first, then gradually relaxed—90% of it came down to the "Traveler's Gate" mentioned in the "Traveler's Notes" from Lymano. If I hadn't drawn the "Travel" card, I would have insisted on a condition: no one could touch that enchanted book until the world of Garmen Sparo had been used. Klein chuckled quietly in his mind, but said nothing. To him, since the "Traveler's Notes" contained only one "Traveler's Gate," the "Craving of Movement" would inevitably be invoked during the journey between the original islands. So, why not fully exploit the gloves instead? After all, someone would have to be fed a "death sentence" anyway—there was no point in wasting it. "I've reminded you, then," said the "Magician" Fols. He said no more, only hoping the "Moon" gentleman would have a smooth journey. At that moment, the "Hangman" Aljer turned his head toward the small "Sun" beside him. "Are you still in Silver City?" "Yes, the recent tasks have been to become familiar with our capabilities and to patrol the surrounding areas." Dariq spoke without hesitation. Aljé paused and asked, "Has the 'Shepherd' elder been visiting you recently?" "Not at all," Dariq replied, after a moment. "The 'Six-Body Council' seems to be busy with the former Chief's mausoleum—specifically what's going on there, I don't have the authority to know." "Sun" Drik nodded firmly. "I'll do my best to find out the specifics." The exchange continued smoothly, as there weren't many new developments among the attendees during the week, and the session soon drew to a close. The Tarot group members began to teach "Sun" the external esoteric language and in turn learned some ancient myths from him. During this time, Justice Oudel felt a slight sense of disappointment and discouragement, as she had neither made any purchases nor shared anything during this gathering, and her level of engagement appeared somewhat lacking. Oh… my life has been so calm and stable, with so little to share… Yet that makes sense. As the daughter of the Earl of East Chester and one of the kingdom’s top three banking families, if I were to regularly encounter extraordinary events—living each week in thrilling, dramatic circumstances—it would only mean that the current social hierarchies and political structures were no longer sufficient to sustain an extraordinary world, and that a fundamental, revolutionary transformation was inevitable… Well, once I return to Beckland and begin to engage more closely with the Psychological Alchemists, this situation will surely improve. Audrey quickly brightened, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the Sir "The Fool" as she said goodbye. After the Tarot gathering, Klein walked to the balcony off the bedroom and gazed out at the well-kept green surroundings. "With Miss Magician's initiative to rent out 'The Leimann Travel Journal,' there will undoubtedly be one more item frequently traded at our Tarot gatherings. Hm, they may not yet be aware—perhaps they haven't thought of their extraordinary abilities as something that could be sold. As rental transactions grow in number, someone will inevitably begin asking during exchanges, 'Who can document someone's specific abilities?' At that point, with so many magical items at my disposal, I'll be able to consistently offer a range of extraordinary capabilities across various domains. It won't command a high price, but it will be enduring—there will always be people who need it." "Hm, I wonder who will be the first to muster the courage and approach the ' Fool ' for assistance—someone hoping to document a half-divine ability. This requires equivalent exchange; a sufficient cost must be paid. If no one dares to take that step, fearing they might offend the gods, I can have the ' World ' set an example. After all, the ' Fool ' has always been so approachable and relaxed from the beginning, and as long as no mistake is made, such transactions are quite likely to be agreed upon. With the precedent of my earlier reprimand of the ' Hermit ' lady, I believe no one will now dismiss the ' Fool '—they will surely feel honored, delighted, and yet apprehensive." Kline's thoughts flowed continuously about the Tarot matters, filled with anticipation for the upcoming extraordinary ability exchanges. At that moment, he heard a steady knocking at the door. "Please come in." The white-haired Doun Tang-Tse turned and spoke. The handle was turned, the door opened, and the butler, Walter, in white gloves, entered with a respectful tone. "Mr. Crane, Mrs. Mary of the 'Air Pollution Investigation Committee' has come to see you. Shall I arrange a meeting?" Mary Shot? The major shareholder of Coym Company, whose wife I once investigated for her husband's infidelity? What could she possibly want now? Not perhaps a fancy for Davenant Tholos...?克莱恩 smiled slightly, with a touch of curiosity. "Let's have it a bit earlier—almost tea time now." "Understood. I'll have Mrs. Mary escorted to the second-floor sitting room." Walter effortlessly grasped the meaning of his employer's request. Crane nodded gently, said nothing further, and descended to the second floor with the help of his personal servant, Richardstone. Soon, he met Mrs. Mary in the sitting room, whose high cheekbones stood out. The lady was dressed in a deep blue gown, her accessories elegant yet restrained, appearing more refined and poised than last year. "Good afternoon, madam. I've always wanted to visit you and hear about the events that occurred during your atmospheric pollution investigation in Beckland." Klein opened the conversation warmly but politely. Mary responded with a smile. "Unfortunately, I haven't yet managed to wait for that moment." After a few pleasantries about the recent weather, Klein, seated on the single sofa, lifted his porcelain tea cup. "Madam, it seems you're facing some difficulty—aren't you?" He had noticed Mary hesitating and weighing her words. Mary half-smiled, half-sighed. "I've heard much about your insight and wisdom, and I believe you are a gentleman of exceptional discernment." "Indeed, would you be interested in acquiring shares in Coyum Corporation?" "Why so, madam? Have you encountered any difficulties?" Klein asked calmly and steadily. Mary shook her head: "It's someone else who wants to sell." PS: Yesterday, Intestine Uncle told me we still need over 3,000 more words to reach 60,000—this will give everyone a 6% return. I hoped I could add one more chapter today to repay the first-month lead, but since I'm leaving today, if I update three chapters, I'll run out of stored content. If I can't deliver two chapters tomorrow on time, everyone will have to wait patiently. So initially, I could only politely decline. But then I thought of something—our "three times in the morning, four times in the evening" isn't new, and we've been updating ahead of schedule more than once. Today is also possible! This way, we can reach the 60,000-word target and everyone gets their return, while I won't worry about running out of stored content. Yes, this chapter is being moved to noon tomorrow. Tomorrow, only one chapter remains, still at 7 p.m.—no change. I'll have to write the stored content in the morning.