I dare not say it, I dare not display it… At least in Arordes’ case, the "Mother Tree of Desire" undoubtedly surpasses Sequence 1’s Charathus—no, even beyond the unique singularity of the "Monstrous Path"’s "Dice of Probability" locus… There must be a way to circumvent the limitations and prompt Arordes to reveal the relevant information, perhaps by transporting its essence to the Gray Mists… Hah, how could that possibly be? Unless I myself have already become an angel and fully mastered that mysterious realm… Klein’s eyes flickered slightly; he didn’t press further, and simply said: “It’s now your turn to ask.” On the surface of the full-length mirror, the flow of silver light suddenly lightened and formed a fresh sequence of words: “Great Master, what further instructions do you have?” Excellent question! Klein pondered a moment and then said: “After I leave Bekland, keep an eye on the condition of Dr. Allen Cris’s household. As soon as his wife gives birth, upon my summoning you, proactively inform me.” "After careful consideration, Cline believed it would be more appropriate to entrust this matter to 'the Magic Mirror' Arordes, since no one else could monitor Dr. Allen's residence around the clock, while Cline's only task would be to change his residence daily and operate a radio receiver each month. 'Good, Master~' the text on the mirror fully conveyed Arordes's mood, 'I have a question.' 'Go on,' Cline nodded. This time, Arordes emphasized words with noticeable pauses, creating a strong sense of hesitation: 'Great Master, what is the child's relationship to you?' It seemed puzzled as to why the supreme sovereign of the spiritual realm would pay such close attention to a fetus yet to be born." Wait— I've clearly explained that the child at Dr. Alan Kres' home is yet to be born, and yet Arados hasn't detected any issues with Will. Oncetin. In terms of concealing one's own fate and uniqueness, "Mercury's Serpent" outperforms other sequence angels by a long shot. Yet, "The Mirror" can accurately indicate the exact time when Ulus, the "One Who Swallows the Tail," departed from Beckland. Hmm, it must be that during Will. Oncetin's "reboot," the higher authorities find it difficult to notice him—this is precisely why he can evade the "Angel of Fate." Klein responded with a growing sense of clarity: "A mere friendship." Regarding his role as Will. Oncetin's godfather, he had only thought of it casually, without any firm intention or confidence, fearing he might offend this "Serpent of Fate." "Just a friendship," Arados conveyed, with a tone that subtly conveyed deep disappointment. "My noble master, you may now ask your questions." "Klein thought for a moment. "Do you know who I saw at the 'East Baylant Officers' Club last night?" "If you're not sure whom I mean, I can show you." In the deep, shadowed mirror, ripples of water shimmered, revealing a man with a stern appearance, a thick beard, and deep blue-to-black eyes—exactly the one Klein had described as a half-god possibly of the 'Black Emperor' path. At the same time, corresponding textual details appeared beneath the 'photo': "His name is Qunus Colg, originally from the Nine Department of Military Intelligence. He is currently the Deputy Director at the rank of Major General, though he publicly identifies only as a Sequence 5 lawyer through the 'Lawyer's Path.' He, however, holds a powerful sealed artifact." "MI9... a lieutenant colonel deputy... seems to be the representative of the royal faction within the intelligence services... Caine has noted the intelligence provided by the 'Mirror,' yet at this moment, he still can't quite figure out how to proceed or where to begin. After all, the other side is a half-god. Whether observing, probing, attempting it himself, or delegating it to someone else, any effort is likely to raise suspicion and provoke retaliation. His only reasonably sound approach is to initiate information gathering through Miss Justice. Not only does this young woman hold a high position and possess sufficient networks to access relevant intelligence, but she is also a Sequence 6 in the 'Audience' pathway, enabling her to steer conversations naturally and observe discreetly without drawing attention. Undoubtedly, although the "audience" members have relatively weak combat abilities, they are truly strong in many other aspects. Moreover, with the skills of "psychologist" and "hypnotist," the "audience" can, to some extent, influence and guide the battles. Klein was struck by this, reflecting on what else he should ask the "Magic Mirror" Arōdes. At that moment, the light and shadow on the mirror's surface faded and reorganized into new words: "Great Lord, would you like to know who the behind-the-scenes orchestrator of Caron's suicide is?" They're even proactively providing me with intelligence! I've stepped back and haven't actively involved myself, simply waiting for the "Night Watchers" to uncover the details—so far, I didn't feel it necessary to inquire. Klein quietly exhaled a soft "hmm," then nodded gently. "Yes." Instantly, a line of silver-white words appeared across the entire mirror: "Royal Advisor, Hévin Lambis, one of the members of the Council of the Psychological Alchemy Guild." The Psychological Alchemy Society? A royal advisor? Caine's eyebrows furrowed instantly. It was hard to tell whether the Psychological Alchemy Society was plotting something specific, or whether some royal faction was dissatisfied with the current political situation and aiming to make moves. The Psychological Alchemy Society didn't seem to be as academically focused or dedicated to archaeological exploration as I previously understood. Was it true that all secret organizations, once they reached a certain level, inevitably sought power and influence over the world? What about the need for anchors? He wasn't sure whether Herwin Lambis's intentions were personal or organizational. If it were the latter, the higher the position of "Justice" within the Psychological Alchemy Society, the more difficult her decisions would become. Caine paused, then returned to the core of the conversation, carefully asking, "Do you have anything else you'd like to share?" "Had it been anyone else,克莱恩 was certain that such a question would have been met with a thunderous劈, or some other deliberately malicious jest from Arados. Yet, he believed that the Supreme Sovereign above the spiritual realm had the merit to pose this query—and it also served as an opportunity to gauge Arados's own limits. On the surface of the 'full-length mirror,' silver light flowed seamlessly, twisting and transforming into one after another word: 'Great Lord, Amun, as you anticipated, has arrived in Bekland.' 'Since He came as a duplicate, I am able to perceive Him.' What does 'as you anticipated' mean? When did I anticipate this?克莱恩 raised an eyebrow. 'I understand now.' 'Very well. This concludes our conversation for now. Should any further issues arise, I shall summon you via the wireless receiver.' 'Yes, Lord. Your humble and devoted servant, Arados, stands ready at all times. Goodbye~' A simple, handkerchief-waving figure appeared on the mirror's surface. Klein watched silently until everything returned to normal. By the next day, Monday, he was ready to head to the Southern Continent. Besides a single suitcase containing two sets of clean clothes, 500 pounds in cash, and a few personal items, the rest—12,125 pounds in cash and 87 gold coins—had vanished into the gray mist. He had been so careful, recalling vividly his own experience after coming back from the dead. Had it not been for the several hundred pounds left in the anonymous account from Miss Justice, he might not have known how many days he would have spent wandering the streets, possibly even ending up working as a clown at a circus or borrowing money from various mob bosses. As the hour approached three, Klein once again stepped into the gray mist, preparing for this week's tarot reading. — He had previously performed a divination here and concluded that "the渎神者" Amun would be unable to detect the movements of the Tarot Circle members transported into the mysterious space above the gray mist, unless they remained within the same building. Soon thereafter, deep crimson lights surged suddenly throughout the ancient and majestic palace, solidifying into blurred human figures. It had been confirmed that psychological classes would resume this week, marking a renewed connection with the Psychological Alchemy Circle. "Justice" Audrey, whose mood was positive, looked toward the head of the bronze long table and stood up, gently lifting her skirt as she bowed: "Good afternoon, 'The Fool'先生~" Her counterpart, "The Turner," also rose to bow, though his mind was occupied with a different matter: He had promised "The World" Germaine Sparrow that last week he would deliver the magical item crafted to highlight the exceptional qualities of "The Ocean Singer," but due to some issues arising from the "Craftsman," the delivery had not been made in time. For this reason, Aljere intended to first explain the matter to "The World" during the tarot gathering, and then personally intervene to assist the "Craftsman" in resolving his difficulties. After exchanging greetings and formalities, just as "The Hermit" Gardeleia was about to speak, she noticed "The Fool" Mr. Kline lightly tapping the edge of the weathered long table twice. The quiet, resonant sound immediately heightened the members' alertness, as they wondered what "The Fool" intended to say—what he would say. Surely, it was something momentous! What "The Fool" would emphasize right at the beginning must surely be of great significance. "Justice" Audrey judged internally. "The Fool" Kline surveyed the room and smiled gently. "Amon has recently arrived in Béklând, having sent a duplicate of himself." Amon? Amon, the "Sunderer of the Divine"? "The Sun" Deric immediately recalled a few less favorable memories. Whether it is Amun, the one who resides behind the leader of the pioneering team, quietly asking, "Are you looking for me?" or Amun himself, the ethereal form coiled like a serpent upon him, wearing a soft hat with a pointed crown—both have remained inescapable nightmares. After all, as a resident of Silver City, Drik has encountered numerous terrifying monsters, yet only a few have left him feeling genuinely uneasy or afraid simply by being recalled. How could Amun have gone to Beckland—the city where the "Justice" and the "Magician" ladies dwell? What does He intend? What should he do? Drik, the "Sun," now feels a growing sense of anxiety for his companions. Amun... even this ancient King of the Angels has returned to the real world? Indeed, a great transformation is either already underway or is about to unfold—the tide of the age is surging. The "Turnspit" Aljer's gaze narrows, recalling words once spoken to him by the "Storm Commander" Zinglars. Gardelie, the recluse, shared a similar sentiment—having sensed an unsettled "aura" with the return of the Angelic King to the northern continent, a phrase surfaced in her mind: The Age of Transition! Amon! The Angel of Time, Amon… the ancient King of the Angels… Oudelie, the embodiment of Justice, felt a tremor of both shivers and growing concern. She glanced at Fols, the magician, who appeared bewildered and fearful, and at the Moon Lord, before turning to the head of the bronze table and asking: "Esteemed Sir Fool, shall I be able to inform the Church of this matter?" PS: Requesting a guaranteed monthly pass. PS2: The Toad has launched a new novel, *One Sword That Shatters Nine Heavens*. He has returned to his roots in the fantasy genre—everyone knows this, and I truly admire his fantasy works. Here’s a recommendation: the atmosphere of magic remains strong. Synopsis: The whale drinks but has not yet swallowed the sea; the sword's aura already cuts through the autumn. The hero grows older yet remains vigorous, and beneath the moonlight, a young swordmaster emerges. This is a genuine