Upon hearing Caine's words, one of the four golden-haired, red-eyed heads he was holding spoke up immediately: "Good..." As it opened its mouth, it instantly drew back most of the coins, seemingly storing them somewhere unseen. Glancing at the remaining several bright coins, Caine reached out, took the thick envelope, quickly unfolded it, and skimmed through the beginning—confirming it was indeed a detailed account of the "Spirit Realm Raiders." When the messenger returned to the Spirit Realm, Caine collected the coins, pulled back the curtains, sat down, and began reading the neat script in the early morning sunlight: "Once again, thank you for your assistance. The mummy of Tutankhamun is an essential part of my ascension ritual and holds great significance for me." "The 'Spirit Raiders' dwell deep within the Spirit Realm, are relatively rare, highly intelligent, and aggressive. They can transform captured or killed beings into their own spirit fragments. These fragments can take on the appearance and characteristics of their true spirit bodies, and are capable of mimicking other Spirit Realm creatures. When encountering them, it's possible that all the surrounding Spirit Realm beings are actually their spirit fragments—indeed, they may all be the Raiders themselves. One must never be overconfident. These beings effectively influence their prey's cognitive functions, inducing a state of paralysis in them. Their true spirit bodies possess strong spiritual qualities, often giving them a significant advantage in related confrontations. They are difficult to locate. Currently, only one known location—Calderon City in the Spirit Realm—has clear evidence of their activity." This is a city of legend, its origins mysterious and little known. There are three prevailing theories about it: first, it was once the abode of an ancient death deity, the entrance to the Underworld; second, it emerged after the demise of a primordial god during the Second Age, drawn into the spiritual realm, where it gradually evolved into a city that is both real and ethereal; third, it was a real city from the time of the Great Cataclysm, entirely absorbed and transformed by the spiritual realm. "Regardless of which hypothesis we consider, all point to one thing: this city is dangerous, filled with many unusual and extraordinary phenomena... 'I don't possess the esoteric coordinates of Calderon, nor do many high-ranking spirit beings.' 'I can offer two approaches. First, I can perform a specific mystical rite to petition 'the Red Light,' El Moria, for an answer—here, I won't elaborate at length on what 'the Red Light' is, should you be unfamiliar, you may write again to inquire. Second, I can locate members of the Abraham family, who have preserved the 'Traveller's Path,' a tradition deeply rooted in their exploration of the spirit realms...'" Hmm, could I ask the "Orange Light" to intercede and inquire with the "Red Light"? Yes, for others, finding the city of Caldeirón is quite a challenge, but for me, it's simply a matter of delegating it to the "Magician" lady—she's currently a major asset to the Abraham family. I truly hope the first hypothesis about Caldeirón is correct, so that when I finally reach out to Mr. Azk, I'll be greeted by the city's residents lined up in two rows, welcoming me warmly. However, Caine shook his head and set aside the pleasant vision. He reexamined the "Spirit Plunderers," confirming that they possessed elements of both the "Master of Secret Figures" and the "Sorcerer of Mysteries," making them quite dangerous high-ranking spirits. It makes sense that the fragmented souls take on the appearance, demeanor, and distinct qualities of genuine souls—just as the "Weird Mage" bestows their own abilities upon their secret figures. At the level of Charathus, or even at the Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar" rank, could one temporarily grant certain extraordinary abilities to other beings who are not secret figures? Klein thoughtfully folded the letter, then shook it casually, watching as the crimson flames consumed it, reducing it to blackened fragments that settled into the trash can. He steadied his thoughts, dressed in his nightwear, and walked toward the bedroom door, inviting his personal servant Richard in to change his clothes. ... Beneath the Saint Samuel Church. Leonard Mitchell sat as usual, leaning back against the chair, his feet resting on the table. On the surface, he showed no signs of disturbance, yet within, his thoughts were occupied with matters concerning Amun. Since Amun's arrival in Beckland, the parasite Palis Soloyasda residing within him had grown unusually quiet—no longer active as before, no longer offering spontaneous words or insights. If he didn't get an answer during the questioning, Leonard even began to suspect that the old man had quietly slipped away and found a new host somewhere else. As his thoughts raced, the captain of their "Red Glove" team—the night watch steward, Sostre—entered the room. "Any results from the questioning?" "Any developments?" The members of the "Red Glove" team, each engaged in their own tasks, turned their attention toward the doorway. The night before, they had just completed a mission, capturing three members of the Order of the Spirits after a prolonged search, and were now awaiting the outcome of their interrogation. Sostre, his expression serious, surveyed the room. "We've achieved significant results, yet this isn't a positive development. Based on the statements of the three Spirit Order members and the historical records gathered by the Church, we can preliminarily conclude that the Spirit Order has split over whether to resurrect the divine Death or create a manufactured Death—and the latter has made notable progress, securing substantial gains." "They harbor deep hostility toward Roon and toward us, relocating the key experiments on the artificial gods directly to Beckland! Yes, their intentions mirror exactly your current concerns—even if the experiments fail, they can still inflict a serious blow upon this city of ten thousand." Leonard snapped back to focus, meeting the eyes of Bob, Cindy, and the others, seeing in each a look of astonishment and anger. At that moment, Sostre tapped the table beside him, silencing the team's discussion. Clearing his throat, he said, "Our current mission is to follow the leads provided in the testimonies, locate several key personnel from the Church of the Artificial Gods in the southern continent, determine how many remaining strongholds Beckland still holds, and then systematically eliminate each one. We will receive Lady Dail's assistance for this mission, and the Church will pre-arrange the necessary magic potions to enable her to prepare the ritual, allowing her to become the 'Gatekeeper' before she departs." "Additionally, the senior steward in charge of the Southern Continent, Lady Iliya, the 'Eye of the Goddess,' and the local night watch will also provide assistance, supplying us with appropriate sealing items and conducting preliminary investigations." "Ladies and gentlemen, rest for one day, prepare yourselves, and we'll depart tomorrow evening." "Yes, Captain!" Bob and Cindy, along with the others, rose to respond. Leonard stood up as well, yet remained silent. The first thought that flashed through his mind was: He could use this opportunity to leave Beckett and escape Amun's threat! Back at No. 7 Pinstreet, after closing the door and drawing the curtains, he spoke softly: "Old man, the issue is resolved. I believe the regular movements of the 'Red Glove' team should not raise Amun's suspicion, shall we say?" The slightly weathered voice within his mind responded slowly: "Not at all." Leonard could hear that the old man’s tone had clearly lightened, and with a thought, he considered: “Should I write a letter to Caine Moretti, letting him know that we’ll be leaving Beckland for a long time? After all, it was he who reminded us that Amon has arrived…” Palis Soloyasda responded with unchanged tone: “Write if you wish.” Leonard exhaled, pulled out a sheet of paper, and picked up the absorbent steel pen. After a moment’s thought, he wrote with steady hand: “I have a mission, and I am leaving Beckland.” He glanced at the brief line of words, set the pen down, and folded the paper neatly. Soon, he prepared the ritual to summon the messenger, lit the candle, stepped back, and in low, ancient Hermes tongue, recited: “I! I summon by my name: The spirits wandering in illusion, the friendly beings at my disposal, the messenger belonging to Germain Sparo.” Inside the room, the wind suddenly stirred, growing intense. The candlelight swelled, turning pale, and a bright, golden-haired, vivid-eyed head emerged. Leonard raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when he noticed that behind this head was not a full neck, but rather a hand pulling at the hair. Renette Tynecor, dressed in a deep, elaborate gown, stepped out swiftly, her four held heads turning simultaneously to face Leonard Mitchell, each in turn speaking: "Is..." "You..." "Coming..." "To send a letter?" How can the messenger of the mysterious world charge fees? Leonard was deeply surprised, yet unsure what to say, so he reached into his pocket and produced a gold coin. Only then did Rynette Tynicol lift the two golden, red-eyed heads, each of them biting down on the letter and the coin respectively. Then she stepped into the void and vanished. When the candlelight returned to normal, Leonard smiled and murmured, "A most unusual messenger..." As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of Palis Soloyas, slightly weathered, echoed in his mind: "You'd better not say anything negative about Him behind His back." ...Him? The old man called a messenger 'Him'? A messenger, 'Him'? Leonard's eyes widened instantly. Palis cleared his throat and said, "Him is in a rather peculiar state—no better than I am. In short, the organization that believes in the 'Fool' is more so than I expected. When you interact with or collaborate with Caine Moretti, you'll have to be especially careful." "After saying that, the parasite also fell silent, remaining quiet for a long time without speaking again. ... 'Leonard actually wants to use the mission as an excuse to leave Beckland and escape Amun's threat? That's exactly what Grandfather had in mind? Really, that's quite timid!' Upon reading the letter, Caine silently muttered a few thoughts to himself. He now began seriously considering how he could use the arms trade as a pretext to leave Beckland for a period of time."