Staring at the sheet of paper listing one point after another, Caine lightly tapped the edge of the weathered long table, murmuring silently: "Is the one who sighs deep within the church a member of the Twilight Hermit Order? Was it precisely because of that deep exploration that Zilings was noticed by the Twilight Hermit Order, enabling his subsequent promotion and the acquisition of 'The Thirsty Hunger,' eventually becoming a Pirate Admiral? If indeed that's the case, then it makes sense why, after attaining the strength of Sequence 5, he never returned to that original island to claim the 'Monarch' card—only those given to you can be taken, while those not given remain out of reach. Perhaps Zilings simply established contact with that member of the Twilight Hermit Order during his second expedition, once he had amassed sufficient strength. Regardless of that, the original island appears to be deeply connected to the Twilight Hermit Order." "It is only because a member of the Order of the Dusk Hermit, stationed deep within the church, deliberately allowed us to proceed smoothly through the various regions, reaching the burial hall and witnessing the painting of the King of Angels sharing the divine banquet that we were able to do so. For them, if given the opportunity, they would surely have been eager to publicize that erased history... though their version of events, from their own perspective, may not necessarily be the truth. Afterward, did that member of the Order of the Dusk Hermit perhaps not anticipate that we would resolve the awakening spirits and the six-winged stone giants so swiftly, and thus secure the 'Tyrant' card, leading to their quiet sigh? According to the expected narrative, shouldn't we have found ourselves in peril, only for Him to intervene, calm the chaos, and speak to us from afar, thereby making us mere peripheral members of the Order?" Carefully, Caine used "Him" to point toward the presence deep within the abandoned church. He even doubted that this figure might have once been the King of Angels, the divine son Adam himself! Of course, he wasn't entirely certain that the original island belonged to the Twilight Hermit Order—belief in that fact was still tentative, since even divination couldn't provide a definitive answer. There were simply too many possibilities; perhaps other hidden entities were involved, and the spiritual realm's information had already been erased or concealed. If my assumption were correct, wouldn't that mean I'd missed an opportunity to join the Twilight Hermit Order? As long as I passed their trials, I might just glimpse the second "Board of Desecration" and obtain the high-tier elixir recipe of the "Seer." Alas. Still, Germain Spalro's origins were shrouded in mystery, and it was well known across maritime powers that he harbored ties to hidden entities. The most ancient and secretive organization—the Twilight Hermit Order—would surely be aware of such circumstances. Germain Spalro's fate would likely be immediate removal, with the Seers seeking answers. Klein first felt a sense of regret, then a growing sense of apprehension. In an instant, he even considered sending the "Hanged Man" to that remote island, to find an opportunity to become a peripheral member of the Twilight Hermit Circle, and gradually work his way into the core. Oh well, the problem was that the island had vanished altogether... Otherwise, the "Hanged Man" would truly have the chance to become a three-, no, four-faced spy. With a flick of his finger, Klein made the paper vanish before him, temporarily setting aside tonight's exploration. Yet, he had reminded himself to keep a close watch for any unusual occurrences in his daily life. He feared that the hidden presence deep within the church might not be able to prevent his and the "Hanged Man's" escape in time, but rather had deeper, more concealed intentions. If he hadn't passed through the gray mist and undergone the "viral cleansing," Klein would have doubted that the other party had left some subtle imprint on him. Glancing at the items arranged on the table, Caine flipped the "Duke" card over and placed it beside the "Black Emperor" card, then pondered how to handle the remaining spoils. The exceptional trait belonging to the "Farmer" path, Sequence 5 "Druid," already had a preliminary idea in mind—he intended to sell it through the "Recluse" Gauthier to Frank Lee. "But the question is, won't this be a step that accelerates the world's destruction?" Caine chuckled to himself, his heart still hesitating. Frank Lee, such a dangerous figure, would surely rise to Sequence 5—this would send the cows, the fish, the sea bishops, and the rose bishops into a state of fear. No one knew what kind of experiments he'd conduct, or what extraordinary creations he might bring forth once he gained such powerful abilities, given that he wasn't much better than a madman. If he ends up planting himself and reaps a whole heap of Frank, then the world truly will be in peril... Klein silently exhaled, ultimately deciding to leave this issue to the "General of the Stars" to worry about. After all, I'll simply sell the ordinary exceptional traits of a "Druid" as usual—whether the "Reclusive" lady wants to buy them is entirely her concern. Moreover, it's only a Sequence 5. With the support of the "Mystic Queen" and the Mois Monastic Order, she's surely capable of managing it. Besides, the "Mother Earth" Church still has a number of saints, angels, zero-level seal objects, and even true gods—there's no way they won't handle the matter. While reassuring himself like this, Klein shifted his focus to the exceptional traits of the "Chaos Mentor" and the "Ocean Singer." For the latter, his initial thought was to craft them into magical items, though he wasn't sure whether the "Hangman" knew a craftsman capable of doing so. As for the former, he intended to sell it outright. Although this could also be crafted into an item, it overlaps somewhat with the "Rotting Baron" inside the gloves. Moreover, Caine has begun to realize that magical items aren't necessarily better the more one carries—cumulative negative effects can indeed be fatal. With the "Crawling Hunger" and the rental option of "Lehmann's Travel Notes," he now believes that simplicity is often preferable: Under normal circumstances, the "Crawling Hunger" pairs well with the "Bell of the Dead" revolver, supplemented by a few purification rounds—this is more than sufficient. During naval or aerial engagements, an additional magical item crafted by the "Sea Singer" is beneficial. When situations grow complex, rent "Lehmann's Travel Notes" when possible; otherwise, use "Grosel's Travels" as a fallback and cast the "Stowaway" sigil. And this still doesn't account for his inherent extraordinary abilities, the "Soul-Whispering" figurine, or the logistical inconvenience of the "Sea God's Staff"! When it comes to fixed assets, I've already become a true millionaire... Kline sighed, letting all those extraordinary properties drift into the pile of miscellaneous items. As for the eyes of the "Six-Winged Stone Golem," this is a particularly spiritually attuned material, endowed with a touch of the divine—suitable for rituals or for crafting sigils. Kline hasn't yet decided how to use it, nor does he currently have a pressing need, so he's long since tucked it away among the clutter. After completing all this, he vanished into the gray mist and returned to the real world. She finally sold the two properties yesterday, fetching a price higher than expected—even after accounting for the associated taxes, she still had £6,550 left. What she found disappointing was that while gold coins were commonly seen in circulation, it was surprisingly difficult to collect large quantities; after working diligently, she only managed to gather 600 of them. "Finally, relief! The debt is settled, and the transaction is complete," Firth smoothed her hair and began preparing the ceremony. Last night, celebrating her first time receiving such a substantial cash sum, she had quietly sipped half a bottle of gold lager and a full barrel of South Welsh ale, which is why her appearance this morning was so disheveled. During the ceremony, after facilitating the exchange, Firth paid £5,200 in cash plus 600 gold coins, fulfilling her prior murder commission and earning the exceptional "Inquisitor" trait. As a result, she now has £2,530 in cash remaining, while the royalties from her two novels are still arriving steadily—though modest, they are reliable and enduring. After a brief wait, Folshe saw the "Gate of Sacrifice and Bestowal" shine brilliantly, launching forth two items: one was "Lymanno's Travel Journal," and the other a translucent hexagonal prism of pale blue, within which streaks of lightning-like light glimmered. How many extraordinary traits the "World" gentleman possesses! Folshe murmured to herself, gratefully thanking the " Fool" gentleman for concluding the ritual, and then collected the extraordinary trait of the "Interrogator." Finally, she took up "Lymanno's Travel Journal" and turned its pages to examine the new extraordinary abilities it now contained. Her gaze froze suddenly as she heard the rustling sound—two yellowed pages, once blank, now densely filled with mysterious and奇异 patterns and symbols. This signified extraordinary traits of half-divine rank! Two full pages! "Indeed, quite a luxury," Folshe whispered, unable to contain her admiration. This was the first time she had ever witnessed an extraordinary trait of half-divine rank at her own disposal. As a bestselling novelist whose work centers on romance, her first thought was: Is the world's Germaine Sparrow pursuing her? Yet, considering they had never even met, and given that the man was a cold, formidable killer, she quickly dismissed this idea. She believed Germaine Sparrow, being able to draw upon divine-level assistance at any moment, simply didn't care about such personal matters. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to make do—waiting for Germaine Sparrow to rent the space again, and then using it herself. Firth felt a bit hesitant, determined not to take advantage of the formidable killer at all. Calming herself, she used the crystal ball to assess her new extraordinary abilities one by one, finding them all quite useful—except for "the Full Moon." "That would indeed be a masterstroke if used for suicide," she murmured, closing her "Lehmann's Travel Journal," and waited for Germaine Sparrow to return that evening to be evaluated on his "Inquisitor" trait. … Around 7:30 p.m., Cline arrived at the hall door in a well-dressed suit, accompanied by his butler Walter and his personal male servant Richardson, awaiting the guests for the ball. Soon, he spotted a familiar face entering. Alan Cris! The renowned surgeon entered the main door, arm-in-arm with his tall, well-proportioned wife. Pregnant... Cline's expression brightened as he warmly approached her. ps: Monday request for a ticket or monthly pass. ps2: Recommend a book by veteran author Ji Chá—*The Princess, Please Be Gentle*. From the title alone, it's clear it's a harem-style romance, and it's full of humor.