Halfway through the day, the sunlight was bright, and at one corner of the cemetery, it was quiet and cool. Leonard Mitchell suddenly picked up the iron spade standing beside it. Two mounds of soil gradually rose, and the tomb slowly emerged. Occasionally, people passed by, yet none noticed what was happening—seeming as though the entire scene had unfolded in a dream. Finally, Leonard set down the spade, bent down, and extended his hands, grasping the edges of the coffin lid. With a sudden, strong effort, he lifted the heavy wooden lid, only to find that the long iron nails had fallen out at some point, and inside the dark coffin, there was nothing at all. Nothing! Leonard remained in a half-bent posture, silently watching the scene, motionless for a long time, as if he had turned into a stone statue. ………… In the hazy dream, Caine saw a stone monument inscribed with a text. It stood silently among others, its surface tinted a deep red by the moonlight. The scene shattered instantly, and Cline suddenly became fully awake, confirming that he was still D'Artagnan de Thénardier, back in the master bedroom of 160 Berkley Street. The dream seemed to be conveying something significant... As a "seer," Cline had always taken every dream seriously, and now was no exception. He focused his mind, banished the lingering sleepiness, and began to interpret: "It should be a tombstone... Symbolizing a deceased person, or something related to resurrection... The crimson moonlight signifies the goddess, corresponding to concepts such as the Night Church and the night watchmen. If the moon itself is directly seen, it may point to the 'Primordial Moon,' the vampire progenitor Lilith, or the 'Tree of Desire'... The tombstone is stained with a hue nearly blood-red—this suggests it's not a favorable omen." Cline woven the elements together, striving to draw out a clear, meaningful conclusion. After careful reflection, he began to believe that the insights provided by his dreams were connected to his past experiences with the night. Reflecting again on the recent events, Klein slowly began to piece together the answer: "Dowen Thantès, due to his frequent visits to Saint Samuel's Church, would inevitably be included in the investigation list. If Leonard hasn't already left Beckland, this would certainly draw his attention—since he knows Dowen Thantès is no ordinary person, with a mysterious background. "As an angel who reached the divine through the path of the 'Theft', Leonard's inner elder is likely to recognize the close connection between the gray mist and the 'Prophet' path, and would know the corresponding Sequence 0 is called 'The Fool'. "Thus, it would naturally follow that they would link the previously circulated title of 'The Fool' to this connection, believing I am a member of a secret organization devoted to 'The Fool'. From this line of inquiry, they could then bring in the 'Robin Hood'-style figure, Black Emperor, who also used Tarot cards in the murder of Larnuus. "Moreover, with the deliberate clue I left behind about Germán Sparrow, and Leonard's prior investigation into Sherlock Moriarty, he would seamlessly connect all these threads, identify key suspects, and it would not be surprising at all." "And Sherlock Moriarty's early disguise wasn't very convincing—Leonard would easily uncover the resemblance between the detective and his former colleague if he dug deep enough. So, is he going to Tingen to dig up the past and confirm the truth?" Thinking this, Crane took a pillow over and sat up, feeling as though he had finally found the answer to that dream. He began to carefully assess what would happen next, considering whether to abandon his identity as D'Artagnan: "Leonard can't communicate his deductions and findings to the other 'Night Watch' members, since the crucial details remain unexplained—this would reveal his own secret. Based on my experience and my understanding of him, he'll have to guide them through a more indirect and complex approach, which will be more time-consuming and cumbersome. Before that, however, if he can be found and warned once again, his hesitation should be allayed, especially since this incident has resulted in no tangible losses for the Church, with no one dying." "Well, I've been attentive to the timeline of the Dauvres de Thénardier identity—specifically, I've fabricated a trail of activities across the Southern Continent over the past few months, deliberately aligning it to offset the periods when Germain Spalro's appearances have diminished. This ties directly into the Intis colony, making verification particularly challenging... "I've only recently established a friendship with Senator Mahert, and I haven't yet undergone any real trials—so I'm not quite trustworthy yet... Perhaps, in fact, this very situation is the test? Initially, the number of guns and artillery won't be large, nor will they involve particularly high-quality equipment. They'll require payment upfront before delivering the goods. If I were to face any issues, they'd suffer no direct losses—only the minor inconvenience of a small batch of weapons flowing into their own controlled regions. Indeed, for them, I—this wealthy, well-connected businessman with a deep understanding of Sibylan affairs—represent an excellent candidate: first, I have financial resources; second, I have the courage; third, I have the networks and connections to sell weapons to the right recipients; and fourth, I have no established background within the royal elite, making me perfectly available to be cast aside as a scapegoat at any moment." "They should send someone to keep an eye on us in the background... As long as this 'business' succeeds, I'll become the military's close partner... This will be beneficial for uncovering the truth behind the Beckland smog crisis." "The issue now is that I know very little about the Western Bayland resistance forces and the various tribes... Anderson has vanished without a trace, and I don't even have his contact information." "Ah, Danyz might have some insights into Western Bayland's situation... So does the 'Keeper' lady, and her mysterious queen behind her as well... I'll start gathering intelligence through these channels." With a clear plan in mind, Klein's thoughts gradually settled, and his drowsiness returned. Slowly, he slid down and settled into the bed. ... At the underground of Saint Samuel's Church, Leonard, who had returned from Tinggen, caught up with the team's internal meeting. Sostre delivered the Archbishop's conclusions and the findings from several of the local "Night Watch" units: "Your Grace, with the help of the chapel, confirmed that the intruder is indeed Germain Spalro, and has concluded that this mad criminal is alive—but not in this world. That's a most contradictory statement. I don't understand what it means, and the Archbishop himself has not offered an explanation. "In any case, our focus will now shift entirely to Germain Spalro. "According to intelligence from MI9, Germain Spalro is a false identity, originating as early as Beckettland..." Sostre concluded the thread of evidence and casually asked, "Do you have any additions?" Leonard opened his mouth, intending to speak, but after hesitating briefly, grew silent once more. Sostre glanced at him and called out, "Leonard, didn't you have some observations or leads?" Leonard paused for a moment, then shrugged, "That lead has been ruled out." Sostar didn't press further, but turned to other members of the team. After a round of supplementary discussions and analysis, he began assigning tasks to his "Red Glove" unit. Once everything was settled, Leonard Mitchell took the list of names requiring dream integration and cross-checking, and returned to the upper lounge, collapsing onto the bed. He sat silently for a while, then raised his hand to smooth his hair, preparing to act. Yet, the first dream he entered wasn't among any of the names on that list. His target was Doun Tangtes! —After careful consideration, he decided to meet face-to-face with this member of the hidden organization, the immortal fourth-age creature, to extract relevant intelligence. It seemed bold, but under the circumstances—when both parties knew each other held secrets and issues—it was a sound strategy. ……… At 160 Berkland Street, Klein’s scattered consciousness suddenly sharpened, and he realized someone had entered his dream. He paused slightly, settled into the armchair, and turned his head toward the balcony, where a tall man in a white shirt and black jacket, with dark hair and green eyes, gracefully leapt in—Leonard Mitchell. I hadn’t gone looking for you yet, and here you are already knocking on my door… The other "Night Watchers" always enter politely by knocking; only you make it over the balcony. Klein muttered this under his breath while observing his poetry classmate approaching. In Leonard’s vision, Daven Tancred remained in full formal attire, his hair now silver, his features sharp and distinguished, radiating charm. At this moment, the gentleman’s lips curled slightly, a smile playing on his face, completely unguarded in his clear awareness, unaffected by the "nightmare" ability. "Has Parès Soloyasde never told you what constitutes courtesy?" Klein said, speaking in a tone that matched the image Leonard had expected. Palace. Zoroastre... he's warning me again. Leonard paused, remembered the name. He quickly gathered himself, bowing slightly with a slightly unorthodox posture. "Forgive my interruption. You're on our watchlist. Is this infiltration case yours? Is that why you've come to Beckland?" "No," said Dain Tanghates, his image of Klein, lifting a glass of red wine and taking a gentle sip. "Not us. It's him alone." He adopted a posture as if unconcerned about your knowing. "Germán Sparo?" Leonard asked, his voice low. Klein, with eyes of deep, weathered blue, glanced at him. "Isn't that obvious?" "What exactly does he want? He hasn't taken anything." Leonard asked naturally. Klein raised a hand, brushing his silvering hair, and chuckled. "What do you think?"