It truly is the Spirit Realm... Clary felt a surge of joy and murmured it silently. No further confirmation was needed—his spirit and intuition already told him this was the genuine Spirit Realm. It meant he had returned to the real world, back to a place filled with delicious food. Almost moved to tears... Clary chuckled to himself, pondering where to go next. "Based on the positions of the stars, moon, and sun, it's still early morning. If there's no time difference between the real world and the Misty Town, it's probably no later than 7:30—maybe even earlier. By then, the servants would surely have noticed that a companion was missing, though they might not immediately inform the priests and bishops. Even if they were properly trained and followed the established procedures, they'd still need to rule out possibilities—such as someone simply being lazy or having a stomachache—before reaching a solid conclusion and taking effective action. It would take at least fifteen minutes to arrive at a definite answer." And once the report reached the priests and bishops, they would likely not immediately recognize the severity of the situation—instead, they would only perceive it as a case of a servant fleeing, and wouldn’t quickly connect it to the internal guards. It wouldn’t be until through divination and thorough searches that the true circumstances were uncovered, which would take at least twenty to thirty minutes. That is, they probably hadn’t yet begun searching the surrounding areas to locate the intruders, and the identity of Doune Tholos as a wealthy merchant had still not been compromised. Yes, if the 'magician’s' potion formula provided by Charatou is accurate, then Doune Tholos’s identity still holds significant value—so long as it can be preserved, we should strive to retain it without giving it up. "And now, among the items I'm wearing, only my gloves and underwear are genuine. To go anywhere like this—well, it's practically eccentric." Kline had already formed a clear inclination. He removed the iron cigarette box, which appeared to be tucked in his clothing pocket but was actually secured to the waistband, opened it, and took out the gold coin inside. "Returning to 160 Berkland Street is dangerous," Kline murmured seven times over. With a crisp sound, he launched the coin, watching it drift slowly in the spiritual realm—rising and falling, swaying left and right—before finally settling into his palm. This time, the side bearing the numbers faced upward, indicating a negative. Kline gave a barely perceptible nod and immediately set off toward Beckland. After three transfers, his figure appeared within the house at 160 Berkland Street, where the curtains were drawn tightly and the light dim, exuding a most restful atmosphere. On the bed, Daven Tanthas lay supine, his hands extending from the gap near his neck, grasping the edges of the blanket. It seemed as though the investigation had not yet concluded—this posture was quite awkward. Klein sighed inwardly, watching the figure of "Daven Tanthas" rapidly fade, eventually reducing to a mirror the size of a palm. The surface of the mirror rippled with waves, silver light surging upward, forming one after another runes of Roon: "Great and Most High Lord, what has befallen you? Your humble, faithful servant, Arodos, had previously been unable to sense your presence!" "Nothing," Klein replied casually. This gave him his first confirmation: the magical mirror Arodos could not perceive what was happening in the town shrouded in mist. After all, Arodos had even been able to render the environment where the uncontrolled Charathus had been located. Was this indeed connected to divine authority? Klein mused, then asked, "Has anyone come to see me?" "No, no one has disturbed you." The surface of the mirror shimmered, and silver tendrils flowed and transformed into new words. Klein finally felt at ease, and to the "magic mirror" Arordes said: "You may now return. I'll summon you again should anything arise." "Very well, Master. Goodbye, Master~" Arordes, as always, drew a simple sketch of a wave on the mirror's surface to accompany the words. Once the water glow faded and the mirror returned to its normal state, Klein walked to the bedside, removed the robe hidden beneath the blanket, and donned it. Then, he retrieved candles and other items, entered the bathroom, and arranged the sacrificial ritual, preparing to send the "shifting hunger," the "Azk copper whistle," the iron cigarette box, and all the esoteric materials into the mist, in order to evade any upcoming scrutiny. After completing these tasks, Klein paused slightly, seated himself at the position of the "Fool," and manifested before him the "mystic alchemist's" potion formula: Sequence 4: The Mystic Alchemist. "Primary materials: The true soul-body of the Spirit-Weaver, the master of strange and eerie arts. Secondary materials: 200 milliliters of the Spirit-Weaver's blood, 30 grams of its dust, 10 grams of birch bark, a section of golden grape vine, and one custom-made rubber mask of finger size." Hmph. Caine exhaled, checking at the same time how the "Thriving Hunger" had changed and what negative effects it now carried. After one "dream divination" and several direct attempts, he had fully clarified the situation within just under two minutes: "The 'Thriving Hunger' can now pasture seven souls at a time, gaining two to three extraordinary abilities each time—among which one can be chosen by the wearer. Currently, there are eight souls within the 'Thriving Hunger,' while the others have completely vanished due to the mutations brought by the 'Mysterious Servant.' Because of the surplus of souls, a sense of 'pressure' has developed, causing certain abilities to become inaccessible. A soul must be released in order for the abilities to return to normal." The current eight souls are as follows: One is the "Corrupted Baron," also known as Misor, the "Orator." He has integrated the exceptional traits from the pastoral path of Mr. A. In addition to his existing abilities in "distortion" and "bribery—weakening," he now possesses a range-based exceptional ability called "Corrosion," which gradually darkens the minds of those within a ten-meter radius, fostering greed and leading them to make irrational choices. At the same time, the "creeping hunger" itself harbors the traits of "hiding in shadows" and "being a flesh-and-blood bomb," and it has the potential to be moderately grazed by a Sequence 4 Saint. This has significantly strengthened the situation—Klein felt a quiet sense of satisfaction, yet furrowed his brows at the negative implications. Now, the "creeping hunger" consumes one living person every day; otherwise, it will devour the bearer. Additionally, it periodically praises the "True Maker" within the bearer's mind, causing mental confusion and headaches. Beyond these issues, it is also afraid of mushrooms—any mushrooms appearing within a five-meter radius render it unable to use any of its abilities. The random praise of the "True Maker" is particularly troublesome, and consuming one person daily adds to the burden. For now, he decided to simply place it atop the gray mist, allowing it to settle and see if any improvements emerge. If no progress is made, he would have to write a letter to Mr. Azzak. Klein swiftly made this decision and released the soul of the "Funeral Singer" without hesitation. Additionally, he plans to gradually replace the other "Wind-眷者" and "Doctors," depending on circumstances, while the "Sorrowful Witch" will be assessed accordingly. At the side of the bronze long table, the soul of the "Soul-Healer" materialized—but due to the upheaval it had endured, it could no longer maintain itself once detached from its vessel and swiftly vanished entirely. His exceptional qualities then manifested, taking on a dark overall form with a pure radiance pulsing at its core, like a night sky studded with stars. Having completed this, Caine did not delay. He tossed items such as the "Crawling Hunger" into the clutter and swiftly returned to the real world, concluding the ritual and tidying up the traces. Then, he went about his usual routine—washing his face and brushing his teeth—to gradually restore Dauin Tanghès's spirits. After leaving the bathroom, Caine, dressed in his night robe, walked to the door with his usual composure, opened it, and addressed his personal male servant Richard standing outside: "Please prepare a set of clothes suitable for staying at home." "Yes, sir. Richardson didn't ask why—he immediately headed toward the nearby cloakroom. Only now, watching the servant's back, did Crane truly feel himself having shed the adventure and returned to ordinary life. PS: Starting today, one update per day. Updates at 12:30 PM each day. Restored on the 17th.