In the world of the book, as Klein first emerged in a remote area outside the city, he immediately reached for the remaining dark red soil from before, picked up a dry branch, and began using the "divination with a staff" method to locate the mummified body of Pharaoh Tutankhamun II. He was concerned that this mummy—reputed to be the embodiment of a curse—might harm the local residents. Though the world of the book is home to many sequence-5 near-powerful individuals, Tutankhamun II's mummy, deprived of the stimulating influence of the Azk copper whistle, now existed in a state of dull unconsciousness, lacking motivation. Yet, as a once extraordinary being—half-god, half-human—his posthumous curse was undoubtedly significant. Even Klein himself, without the protective golden beads granted by Miss Sharon, would have hesitated to approach it. Of course, Kline had carefully assessed the situation before deciding to steal the mummy of Tutankhamun using the *Travelogue of Grolse*. His previous experiences, as well as those of others, consistently demonstrated one truth: when outsiders entered the world of the book, they did not immediately appear before the native inhabitants—they had to explore in order to meet them, especially on their first visit! Thus, Kline believed that the mummy of Tutankhamun had likely been transported to some remote, isolated location, and, in its living corpse state, would probably remain in the vicinity, unable to move freely and independently like humans, elves, or giants. In other words, as long as the time didn't drag on too long, there would be little to no loss—since, from the moment Kline had smeared the bloodied mud onto the travelogue's cover, only a few minutes had passed. Following the direction indicated by the "divination staff," Kline flew toward a nearby mountain peak, and soon spotted a valley. And then, there appeared Tutankhamun II—the mummy wrapped in thick, ochre-colored strips, streaked with dark red fluid, his face adorned with a golden, intricately patterned mask—emitting sounds unlike any human, charging forward with determined strides, and causing the surrounding air to grow dim. At the same time, several partially decayed animal corpses across the valley lifted their bodies from the earth, struggling to move toward Kline. With the Aztlan copper whistle stabilizing his ethereal form, Kline exhaled sharply: "Quite enthusiastic indeed..." He calmly set down the dry branch and grasped a deep black object. This was a remarkable trait he had previously extracted from the mutated "Starving Hunger"—a core of pure light, like a night sky studded with stars, radiating outwards. Though the intangible waves spread unevenly, the surroundings suddenly darkened, as if the scene had instantly shifted into night. A sense of calm and serenity, accompanied by scattered stars, settled upon the scene. The several partially decomposed animal bodies first grew motionless, then collapsed, returning to stillness. Tutankhamun II's mummy also slowed its movements, progressing more and more deliberately, yet never lay down again. "It simply doesn't work well with the extraordinary traits—there's also a significant negative impact," Kline couldn't help but lift his left hand, covering his mouth and yawned. He then made the "craving that pulses" pale, tinged it with a faint green, and directly used the "living corpse" ability to command the deceased across from him. The combined effect of the two extraordinary traits finally brought Tutankhamun II's mummy to quiet. With two black gemstones set in its eyes, it moved slowly to stand beside Kline, silently attending—much like the most professional male servant. "Alas, there is a curse..." Kline immediately drew forth a golden bead from within his spiritual essence, a piece styled with the elegance of an ancient highland kingdom, adorned with deep blue and green patterns. This had been gifted by Sharon, specifically for the mummy of Thutmosis II, to effectively suppress and dispel the curse—otherwise, how could this "spirit of resentment" lady dare to even consider challenging the old mummy? After handling the golden bead, Kline prompted the mummy of Thutmosis II to open its mouth, then carefully inserted the object through the opening of the mask. Within just a few seconds, the dimming light around them vanished. Having completed this, he stepped forward, assuming a spiritual form and settling upon the mummy of Thutmosis II, then without hesitation concluded the summoning ritual and returned to the gray mist above. ——Now, this mummy had become his living corpse, capable of being extracted in this manner, just like the earlier "secret figure" Senior, no longer requiring forced containment within his body. After a series of gifts, the spiritually rich material of Tutankhamun II's mummy returned to the earthly realm, settling once more into the room of the modest hotel. Crane attended to the relevant traces, extended his right hand, and reached for the mummy's shoulders, intending to "transport" it back to the two-bedroom house where Sharon and Marijch were residing. He glanced at the slightly oily, ochre-colored cloth band, then at the dark red liquid seeping from it, and silently withdrew his right hand, opting instead to use his left hand, which was gloved. As soon as his left palm grasped the mummy's shoulders, it instantly became transparent, and this transparency swiftly spread throughout the entire body. In a single flash, Crane transported the mummy back to the previous room. He did not immediately open the door to present the results to Miss Sharon and Marijch; instead, he produced his gold-case pocket watch and glanced at it. "There are still 36 seconds to five minutes..." Crane then asked the mummy to pull out a chair, and settled himself comfortably into it. After a while, he finally heard the sound of footsteps at the door. "Come in," Kline replied with a smile, simultaneously guiding the mummified figure of Thutmose II forward. The door creaked open, and at the same moment, both Sharon and Marijch saw the slender figure wearing a golden, patterned mask and wrapped in yellow-brown ribbons. The black gemstones in the figure's eye sockets flashed once, then smoothly lay down on the floor, settling into position. "...", Sharon and Marijch found themselves at a loss for words. Kline, who had already isolated the Azk copper whistle with his "Wall of Spirit," now released the control over the mummy, smiling and pointing to the now-positioned figure. "From here on, it's up to you," he said. My theatrical performance has come to a圆满 close... Kline thought quietly, allowing the magic potion—now visibly and tangibly digesting—to unfold in his senses. This made him feel that perhaps he wouldn’t have to wait until the end of the year—he could consider the possibility of promotion to half-god, half-human status as early as two or even three months ahead. Moreover, thanks to this consolidation, the number of spirit figures he could command had finally reached two, with a maximum reach of 200 meters. When facing opponents of comparable spiritual strength, the time required to initially control a target and fully transform them into puppets had been reduced to 10 seconds and two and a half minutes, respectively, and the effective range had expanded to 10 meters. "Really, it worked..." Marić stared straight at the mummified body of Tutankhamun II, his voice barely audible as he struggled to contain his words. He simply couldn’t imagine how this could have possibly succeeded! How could Sherlock Moriarty have successfully stolen what they had all been striving for, right before four half-gods and two formidable seals? And not only that—this gentleman had gone in completely empty-handed! Could it be that the mummy had somehow brought himself here on its own? In Sharon's deep blue eyes, emotions were concealed, her expression calm and composed as she intently examined her current "target." Upon confirming that it was indeed the pharaoh's mummy, and specifically that it was Tutankhamun II, her gaze shifted to Sherlock Moriarty, who sat cross-legged. Gently opening her lips, she paused briefly before speaking: "Thank you. I will send you my corresponding compensation by letter. Wishing you, well—may all go well for you and your team in the future," said Kline sincerely. He then silently reflected a few thoughts: If Miss Sharon successfully advances to Level 4, that would mean I'll have one more helper at the demi-god level! As the old saying goes in the Great Gourmand Empire: at home, rely on parents; when traveling, rely on friends. The more demi-god-level friends one has, the better! Our Tarot Circle aims to grow our friends and reduce our enemies—though, it seems, my enemies are multiplying steadily. Reflecting on this, Caine added, "Be careful about being pursued."—The items left behind at the Roon military by the mummy of Thutmose II are numerous and easily secured through extraordinary means, while Caine's "paper angel" interference is only temporary. Of course, he trusts that Miss Sharon and Marshal Marič have made preparations, which is why they even considered stealing the pharaoh's mummy; likewise, he believes they will manage the origins of the gray iron mask and the specially crafted smoke. If it were Daniz, he'd likely say I haven't thought of these matters—Caine used a failed hunter as an example. Sharon nodded, indicating she would pay attention to this, and then transformed the mummy of Thutmose II into a living corpse, carrying it into the spiritual realm. "Thank you for your assistance," Marić exhaled, calming the surge of emotions and bowing to Sherlock Moriarty. Then he stepped out of the room, shedding his disguise and merging into the flowing crowd of people from the East District. Throughout this, Klein, dressed in a black suit with a half-high hat, remained seated in his chair, quietly observing their departure. At some point, his figure too vanished. "The lady in the evening gown said softly, 'However, we can broaden our investigation. That smoke, that mask, that outfit, and that deliberate, challenging manner of greeting—each of these should yield some results.' She was certain that the loss of Tutankhamun's II mummy wasn't the work of the two half-gods from the Rose School. If it truly were their doing, they wouldn't have waited until such a perilous situation to act—nearly missing the chance to escape altogether. The half-god with golden eyes nodded in agreement: 'I had a strong feeling something would go wrong. Unfortunately, this operation didn't involve the Church, so we were a bit short on manpower.' He paused, then asked, 'Have you determined the method the mysterious figure used?'" The lady in the evening gown lifted the thorny crown before her, inserting its sharp spikes into her neck as blood flowed out. Shaking her head, she said, "Perhaps taking the soil containing the bodily fluids of Tutankhamun II is part of a ritual... 'A very cunning and deceitful one!'