Amon! Klein's eyes narrowed slightly—his outward appearance seemed normal, yet his inner spirit was taut, and his mind surged with waves of astonishment. Though he had long used Amon to intimidate the old man within Leonard's body and the "Thieves' Path" half-gods serving Heiher, he had only ever invoked Amon's name—never imagined that this very "profane one," the King of Angels, would arrive so swiftly in Beckland and seek out an organization devoted to the Faith of the Fool! Indeed, this was both unexpected and perfectly logical: when there existed Angels and half-gods of the "Thieves' Path" in Beckland, the Law of Aggregation of Exceptional Properties dictated that Amon would eventually come. The only question remained: why had Amon been searching for so many years in the "Land of Divine Abandonment," seemingly unwilling to abandon his quest? And now, his tomb in the outskirts of Beckland had been destroyed by the "Heart of Mechanism," making it impossible for him to travel back and forth as before. Therefore, this was not Amon's true form—but a manifestation, a duplicate? A duplicate that had always existed on the Northern Continent? Well, the angels of the "Theft" path should all be skilled at using the "Chrono-creatures" to create duplicates—Amun is certainly stronger than any of them... Caine's thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, forming clear hypotheses. At times, he even doubted that the mythological forms of the "Theft" path creatures were merely combinations of "Chrono-creatures" in some way. As the king of the "Theft" path angels before the Great Cataclysm, Amun surely understood what the title "The Fool" signified and could sense the corresponding aura—indeed, he even sought to seize control of the Gray Mist. This time, he was specifically targeting "The Fool," which truly proved to be a headache. After the initial shock and astonishment, Caine gradually calmed himself. What he fears most now is that, due to the Law of Aggregation of Exceptional Traits, he might accidentally encounter "the渎神者" Amun while out and about—someone clearly aware of his unique nature. In that case, perhaps there would be no immediate disturbance, but the so-called "Fool" would have to seriously consider whether he still has a chance at resurrection. After all, Amun is the King of Angels, a being of near-divine status, second only to the True God. Moreover, the "Thief" path is renowned for its skill in deception and concealment—so even in Beckland, Amun might not hesitate to act, and quietly stealing someone's life could very well be his specialty. So it seems, stepping away from Bakersfield and heading west to Sebald might not be such a bad thing after all... Ultimately, the biggest issue still lies within myself. If I've already been promoted to "Weird Mage," I can conceal the presence of the Gray Mist, and even if I encounter Amun, I won't have to worry about being exposed. Caine silently took a breath, once again feeling a pressing urgency: He must push open the Sequence-4 gate swiftly, transform his life form, and become a powerful being half-divine, half-human! For this, whether it's creating more statuette figures, deepening his role-playing, accelerating his integration, or gathering the appropriate extraordinary materials, he must strive even harder! He sighed. Bakersfield truly is a daunting place. If Ulroh hasn't yet departed or has already returned, then among the angels I know here, there are already four—no, five—angels, including two Angel Kings! This doesn't yet include the royal family and military based in Beckland, nor the underground spectral entities—the convergence of the former Angel King and the wills of two angels—who have vanished into unknown destinations. If the "Divine Defect" Seara of the Rose School also comes here, tracking down Germán Sparro, then it will truly be a bustling affair. Compared to that, the battle of half-gods outside Bayam City was merely a toddler's play. Klein looked at Ian's sketch, shook his head with a vague expression: "Ah, I understand now." To Ian and Marijch, Klein's head shake seemed to indicate that he didn't recognize the man wearing a single-lens spectacles; in reality, it conveyed his sense of helplessness. "I must be going. I'll reply to you before dawn." Klein removed his hat, bowed, and slowly stepped out of the table-tennis room, then 'transmitted' himself through a quiet alley outside the 'Courageous Tavern' back to 160 Berkland Street. In the master bedroom, his immediate concern was not Sharon Miss or Mariichi's requests, but rather how to address the potential threat brought by Amun. With considerable experience in this matter, he quickly formed a clear plan: find something for Amun to do, something that would capture His attention! The nature of the task, of course, had to be one that Amun could not possibly resist and that would surely pique His interest—such as the Angel of the "Theft" path, Parés Soloyasde! This might well be the key to Amun's becoming a true God of Sequence 0, more crucial than even locating the organization that worships the "Fool." Of course, Caine would not yet betray Leonard's grandfather, as the latter had not yet shown any hostility. His plan was simple: inform Parés Soloyasde of Amun's arrival in Beckland, observe how the fourth-century survivor of the Angel responds, and then decide on his own course of action accordingly. If the old gentleman still had no recourse against what might merely be a duplicate of Amun, and could only send Leonard away from Beckland on the pretext of a mission, to evade Amun, then I too would depart to Xibayran ahead of time, claiming to be rebuilding networks—waiting until the birth of "The Serpent of Fate," Will Onsaiting, and then quietly transmitting back to draw the umbilical blood... Caine suddenly made up his mind, pulled out a sheet of paper, and wrote: "Amun has arrived." He folded the paper, placed it in an envelope, and then produced the adventurer's flute, bringing it to his lips and blowing firmly. As Rynette Tynicor appeared, he reached into his pocket and placed one gold coin atop the letter. —This was one of the ten gold coins he had had Richard, his personal servant, fetch in the afternoon. To maintain the image of Doun Tan-Tsai and Palis Soloyasde being on equal footing, Caine had not mentioned that each letter sent or received required a gold coin when he informed Leonard Mitchell of their communication method. Thus, face is bought with money... Klein sighed, addressing the messenger lady dressed in a gloomy, elaborate gown. "Deliver the letter to 7 Pinstreet—just drop it into the mailbox, no need to hand it over to the recipient." Since he was uncertain about the true intentions and nature of Palis Soloyasde, Klein wished to keep more of his secrets hidden in front of her. Therefore, before Leonard had taken the initiative to write to Klein Moretti, he did not intend for the poet to meet the messenger directly. Rynette Tynicol lifted her golden-haired, bright-eyed head, half-sucking, half-biting the envelope and coins into her mouth. Yet she did not immediately vanish, but hovered in place, her eight eyes fixed simultaneously on Klein, silently observing. What's going on? Klein paused for a moment, then formed a speculative expression, asking curiously, "Do you not know where 7 Pinstreet is?" Only then did he recall that the courier's delivery relied on a mystical form of positioning—one that pinpointed the contracting party and the breath of the previous sender. Thus, once the latter moved beyond the range of detection, the courier could no longer locate them. Upon hearing Celine's question, Rénit Tiniçol's four heads held in her hands all nodded simultaneously, confirming her lack of knowledge. Celine cleared her throat sharply, opened a drawer, and pulled out a full map of Beckett. With a steel pen, she first drew a large circle, labeling the northern district, then circled the street of Pinstreet. "Once you arrive there, you can check the house numbers," she said, folding the map and handing it over. Immediately, the head held in Rénit Tiniçol's right hand opened its mouth and bit down on the map. Then, her form subtly faded, and she stepped into the spiritual realm. Celine exhaled, turned, and walked out of the main bedroom into the semi-open room with a large balcony to begin reading the newspapers and magazines. By nightfall, after taking a moment to walk backward four steps, he entered the mysterious space above the gray mist. "There is danger in helping Sharon and Mariichi steal the mummy of Thutmose II," said Kline, removing the yellow crystal pendant from his left wrist sleeve and beginning his divination. This time, the spirit pendulum rotated clockwise, with a gentle amplitude and slow pace—indicating a moderate level of danger. Even if there are traps set specifically for Sharon and Mariichi, I am no longer particularly afraid. Kline raised his hand, and a small, translucent "black crystal card" floated toward him. This was the "Seer of Stealing" sigil—a high-level divine sigil crafted by Kline using the "Time Worm." Then, he summoned "The Hunger That Crawls" and "The Staff of the Sea God," donned the former, grasped the latter, and began recording the "Lightning Storm" and "Tornado." — The escalating "creeping hunger" can be addressed by two semi-divine abilities of no higher than Sequence 3, recorded in Mr. X's soul and traits. With this, Caine no longer needs to borrow "Lehmann's Travel Notes" every time, and the arrangement is more convenient, since flipping through magic books affects the use of the "Hour of the Bell" revolver and the "Steward of Fortune" sigil—unless he grows two additional hands. Having made these preparatory arrangements, Caine returns to the real world, pulls out another sheet of paper, and writes concisely: "Specific time, location, and plan." ……… At 1 a.m., Leonard, having slept for two hours, wakes up alert and prepares to leave No. 7 on Pinstreet, heading toward the underground of St. Samuel's Church. Just as he steps out, a sudden intuitive sense prompts him to instinctively turn his gaze toward the adjacent area. A moment of curiosity passes through his eyes, and he walks over to open the newspaper box. At dinner, he had already cleared out the newspapers, bills, and letters inside. Normally, by morning, the mailbox would be empty—since the mail carrier had returned home—yet at this very moment, a thin letter lay quietly at the bottom. "Old man, you didn't tell me there was a new letter," Leonard said softly as he picked it up. In his mind, the slightly weathered voice responded: "No one has entered." Leonard knew the old man's perception was limited by his own physical condition, so he didn't elaborate. He opened the envelope, extracted the letter, and unfolded it. The letter was mostly blank, with only one brief sentence: "Amon has arrived." Amon has arrived... Leonard's pupils suddenly widened. At the same time, for the first time, he heard the breath of the resident within him.