Hearing Marić's words, Caine picked up the sheet of paper inscribed with the incantation for summoning Arodés, shook it casually, and then smoothed out his smile, speaking with serious earnestness: "Tell me, what was the detailed process used by the ancient highland kingdom to prepare the pharaohs' mummies?" As he spoke, the paper crackled and caught fire, turning crimson, then drifting into fine ash. Marich glanced at Sharon and replied thoughtfully: "First, place the body for three to five days, using certain auxiliary means to allow the extraordinary properties to naturally separate and emerge, without combining with any part of the pharaoh's body, thus forming a seal; "Second, conduct the 'Purification Rite,' placing the body on the altar and praying to the 'Bound God,' hoping that the spirit of the deceased will remain half within the body—this way, the divine child can return to the realm of the gods without disruption, while the mummified body retains its spiritual vitality over the long term; "Third, utilize extraordinary abilities combined with practical techniques to extract the brain, internal organs, and bodily fluids, retaining only the heart; "Fourth, fill the body's interior with spiritually infused herbs and medicines, then carry out comprehensive dehydration; "Fifth, refill the body with the original herbs and medicines, perform some ritual arrangements on the surface, and then wrap it in linen bandages before placing it in the coffin." "Step six: The organs removed are treated similarly to those in Step four and placed at the four corners of the sarcophagus. The brain and bodily fluids are handled the same way—the brain is mashed into a pulp and mixed with the fluids, which then circulate through the channels reserved inside the sarcophagus, mimicking the deceased’s life-state. This draws spiritual energy gathered from the surrounding environment, allowing the pharaoh’s mummy—even after being buried for millennia—to remain exceptionally spiritually vibrant, capable of producing a powerful animated corpse..." It seems entirely unrelated to enhancing those specific abilities. One wouldn’t know how the pharmacist could transform the mundane into the miraculous. Indeed, it bears resemblance to Earth’s Egyptian mummification process, yet differs in a more esoteric, mystical way. Kline listened intently and quickly assessed whether any elements within this could be integrated into the plan. Regardless of everything, Tutankhamun's mummy is an exceptionally valuable subject for study—no one would willingly damage it unless absolutely necessary. Klein pondered for a moment, then turned to Sharon, who had once again settled back onto her stool, and asked seriously, "What is the maximum effective range of your 'Mirror Flash'?" Sharon sat upright, delivering her answer without pause: "300 meters." That's quite far—far beyond my 'Flame Leap.' It makes sense, after all, since the hallmark of 'Ghosts' is their elusive, ever-present presence, while 'Flame Leap' is merely a stage trick. Well, that's good—this can be put to good use. Klein found himself quietly reflecting on this. —Though he had once possessed a 'Ghosts' companion, he had never fully understood the limits of the 'Mirror Flash,' because even if it fell short of the ideal, the companion would inevitably slip out of his control and become inert, causing the flash to fail midway. Klein asked a few more questions, gradually forming a plan, glanced at Sharon and Marijch, and said in a steady tone: "We still have a chance to secure the mummy of Thutmose II—there is indeed some risk, but not a significant one. Yes, the condition is that you follow my arrangements and let me take the lead in this operation. Of course, if you find it unsuitable, you may at any time decide to abort and return—this is your freedom, just remember to pay me my fee." Had Marić been in his earlier days, he would have certainly dismissed the request without even considering it. Both Marić and Sharon were well-established and highly capable among the mid-tier extraordinary beings. How could they have listened to a newcomer who had once sought their protection? However, the wisdom, adaptability, and unique items that Sherlock Moriati demonstrated during their last collaboration left a deep impression on Marić. Unconsciously, he now placed Sherlock on equal footing with himself. As news of Germán Spáro continued to reach Beckett, Marić was astonished—now he believed Sherlock to be among the very strongest among those below the high tier. In the fields of mysticism and extraordinary combat, that was authority. And if someone holds authority, they must be obeyed! Moreover, he could even "teleport"—Marić recalled Sherlock Moriati’s entrance moment, and felt an undeniable sense of confidence in the other. Perhaps, after all, Sherlock truly had a chance of success. He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Sharon. They both nodded in agreement. "Very well." Sharon responded without a single sign of hesitation in her deep blue eyes.克莱恩 immediately smiled. "We'll tell you exactly how to proceed once we assess the situation on the ground." He had deliberately presented himself as a traveler to establish a discreet presence and gather intelligence—not only to facilitate clear communication and gain a more accurate understanding of the circumstances, but also to enhance his image, elevate his stature, and assert control. As the Master of Secret Figures, even without currently having any secret figures at hand, he must still guide and influence others, delivering a compelling performance. For克莱恩, this mission served two purposes: first, to assist Sharon and Mariqi, and second, to leverage the grand setting and his own orchestrated "mimicry" to more swiftly and effectively absorb the magical elixir. It cannot be denied that the pressure Amun has brought to Beckland, combined with his more frequent interactions with the audience, has deepened Klien's understanding of the one rule he previously distilled for "Master of the Secret Figures"—to use his own secret figure as a guide, manipulating opponents and staging a puppet show in reality. Now, Klien's thought is: even without a secret figure, one can manipulate a target through presence, language, scene design, or coordinated effort, effectively staging a puppet show in reality. The "Master of the Secret Figures" is not merely manipulating "spiritual threads"! That was precisely Klien's small attempt just now. Much like Amun, whose simple appearance seems to be orchestrating numerous events, making it as if we, Klien and Palis Soloyasde, are waiting for his conductor's baton. In silent admiration, Klien heard both Sharon and Marijch respond simultaneously: "Excellent." …In the evening in Port Priz, elegant gas lamps made of black metal cast a warm glow, illuminating the various streets. At this moment, most of the ships had docked, and quiet was the prevailing atmosphere. On the top floor of a warehouse, several wooden crates outlined three figures emerging from the air—Sir Sherlock Moriarty in a formal suit and hat, Marić in a white shirt and black jacket, and Sharon, still dressed in her black soft hat and court gown. They had arrived directly from Beckland via "transmission," reaching a port quite distant from the one where the ship carrying the mummy of Pharaoh Tutankhamun was scheduled to dock. With a simple push of his right hand and a light step on a wooden post, Kline gracefully leapt onto a crossbeam, moving with the ease of walking on level ground, and swiftly reached the wall. There, a substantial ventilation opening stood. He then took out the telescope provided by Miss Sharon and began scanning the wharf as described in the intelligence report. At the rooftops of the buildings, soldiers carrying steam backpacks and wielding heavy pipes as rifles had taken up positions, patrolling diligently and on high alert, ready to fire at any unauthorized approacher with just a single warning. In addition, several imposing machine-monsters were parked around the dock. Made entirely of metal, these creatures stood taller than giants, featuring a rotating top, water-cooled machine guns, and vertical chimneys. Their lower sections were gray-white, with visible rivets, bolts, and gears exposed, giving them a rugged appearance. A thick cannon barrel extended from their front, and at their base, two rows of metal wheels were encased in rubber treads. Clearly, there were people inside, yet Klein could not discern who they were, nor could he confirm whether any extraordinary beings were among them. Near these steel monstrosities, a towering black metal structure—over ten meters high—had been erected on the dock, equipped with a complex yet somewhat rough-hewn system of pulleys, from which steel cables and hooks dangled. The overall appearance was that of a moderately high-level military operation—neither particularly elaborate nor exceptionally refined. Caine withdrew his gaze, handing the telescope to Marič, who had approached, asking him to examine the scene once more. —Before the formal operation began, there was a shared understanding among them: to minimize the use of extraordinary abilities, relying instead on ordinary, non-mystical instruments to observe the target, in order not to arouse suspicion. After all, the dock area might very well harbor a half-god. Of course, Caine also adjusted the recording capacity of "The Thirsting Hunger," now employing the "Paper Angel" in coordination with "The Cyclone," rather than "The Lightning Storm." Once Sharon had gotten a clear understanding of the situation and stepped aside to the wooden support, Klein smiled with an air of ease. "Our objective today is simple: we only attempt when we have the opportunity. If we don't, we simply observe—sometimes even leave early. Is that acceptable?" "Yes," Sharon replied calmly, and Mariachi nodded in agreement. Klein nodded in return and looked at Mariachi. "How many mirrors did you bring?" "Nine," Mariachi demonstrated each one in turn, then pointed to his own eyes. "That counts too." "Good," Klein said, pointing in a certain direction. "When I tell you to go, you'll head out toward the outside of Port Priz, and along the way, you'll leave these mirrors behind." Mariachi opened his mouth, as if to ask why, but soon grasped Sherlock Moriarty's intention and nodded seriously. "I'll follow your instructions." "Klein smiled and extended his hand, pausing it in the air. 'Good cooperation,' he said. Mariichi hesitated for a moment, then reached out with his right hand and shook it firmly. The moment he completed the gesture, an unexpected sense of relief settled within him. Turning to Miss Sharon, Klein produced a steel cigarette box and handed it to her. 'Hold onto it,' he instructed. 'When I give you a signal, fly toward the lighthouse. Then, silently count three, and remove the "spiritual wall" above it. Throughout this process—both during and after—and while flying, maintain continuous motion, and strive for irregular flight patterns, using any means necessary. When you see the special cigarette I'll emit, immediately use your "spiritual wall" to isolate the box and perform a "mirror phase shift" toward Mariichi, doing as much as you can. Once you meet up, continue fleeing without waiting for me—I will "transport" myself to you." One of the core elements of his plan for tonight was that Azk copper whistle! Stealing the mummy of Tutankhamun is quite difficult, but I can make it come to me on its own!