Unable to enter... even the seventh light cannot enter due to certain specific restrictions... Is this a limitation imposed by Caldrun City on higher-tier spiritual beings? Yet, how does the messenger lady know of such a restriction—has she been there? If indeed this is the case, then I had no need to previously inquire about the "red light" and the "magic mirror"... Or perhaps it was her intuitive spiritual sense that revealed this to her? As his thoughts turned, Caine exhaled slowly and silently. He then produced a gold coin and handed it to Renette Tiniel: "I understand, thank you for informing me." As the messenger lady, her head gently gripping the coin, gradually retreated into the spiritual realm, Caine began to reflect on whom else he might enlist as an ally: "Mr. Azk has entered into a state of slumber; it's uncertain when he will awaken, so I cannot afford to wait. "Will Ongestin is about to be born, yet even then he remains just an infant, in an absolute state of low strength. Even with the temporary boost of power provided during his vulnerable phase by the 'Seer' lady, he wouldn't be able to afford to spend it on such minor duties as being my bodyguard. Moreover, once he departs from Beckland or begins to manifest his own distinct identity, there's a strong likelihood that he will once again be captured and anchored by the 'Angel of Fate,' Uloiruus. We aren't too familiar with her. Moreover, under the "Fool" banner, there are angels and half-gods—Germain Spalro, as a devoted follower, simply can't find alternative support, even if he frames it as a partnership. That's quite a challenge. On the surface, the "Fool" is surrounded by angels and half-gods, yet in reality, there's just a "Fool" standing there, taking photos with them. As for the chief at Silver City—indeed, we can wait until he has a need and then assign him tasks at a cost. But the issue is, he's unable to leave the "God-Abandoned Lands," so perhaps we should leave this opportunity to the cunning, strange, and eccentric ones instead. What about the old bloodline elders? This offered no compelling reason and made it easy for Lilyth to spot him—no one knew exactly who the still-living ancient deity was at this moment. If it were the "Primordial Moon" posing as such, then I’d need to think of no resurrection at all...” Kline considered one candidate after another, eliminating them one by one, until he couldn’t help but quietly remark, “When it truly matters, friends always seem to fall short!” He found himself eager to set up rituals, to invoke the power of night, the power of crimson, the grace of the goddess, hoping to be granted directly the true corporeal form and dust of a spirit-robber, or to receive assistance from a cardinal, a high steward, or a secluded anchor of the order. Unfortunately, such thoughts could only linger in his mind, never materialize into action. While克莱恩 held a certain appreciation for the "Goddess of Night" and was not averse to the notion of being a favored servant of her, he remained deeply cautious, unwilling to rely entirely on divine grace. Moreover, he doubted that such rituals would yield any tangible results, given his current level and strength—there was simply no standing to negotiate terms with a Sequence-0 entity. The gods would offer what they wished, and anything they chose not to offer, no amount of pleading could change. If only he had the diplomatic grace of old Niel, perhaps he would have genuinely attempted it. Back then, the goddess had even responded to requests as mundane as settling bills and relieving constipation—clearly quite devoted to her devotees. Of course, such generosity would inevitably come with its own set of "side effects." Reflecting on these memories,克莱恩 found himself momentarily moved. He decided to shift his strategy—since he couldn't find friends to assist him, he would instead leverage his enemies: "Hmm, perhaps I can bring the 'Black Emperor' card, the 'Autocrat' card, and the radio receiver, and position myself at the entrance of Caldrón city. As soon as any one of the half-divine angels—Nastor, the Lord of the Five Seas; the high-tier champions of the Storm Church; or Seara, the leader of the Rose School—arrives, I'll immediately enter the 'City of the Dead.'... No, that's too obvious. Nastor and the high-tier champions of the Storm Church are likely to remain outside, guarding the entrance, waiting for me to come out on my own. Seara, however, might follow closely. But as a single angel, she won't face much resistance in the outer regions of Caldrón—this is exactly how I'm setting myself on fire." After careful reflection, Kline ultimately abandoned his plan to gain advantage through creating chaos. He believed that the situation outside Bayam was unlikely to be replicated again, especially since he hadn't yet reached high-tier status. Those who always walk along the edge of the abyss will eventually fall! "Who else can offer assistance?" Klein's gaze swept over the two secret figures beside him, as a cascade of friends flashed through his mind, including the members of the Tarot Circle. Suddenly, he remembered something: "Miss Sharon previously told me that the mummy of Thutmose II was an essential part of her ascension ritual, holding great significance for her—meaning she is on the path to becoming a half-god, specifically the Sequence 4 'Mime' under the 'Other Path.' If she has already achieved this, then I can certainly ask her for help, as we have a solid working relationship. Fortunately, I chose to support her last time—otherwise, today I would have had no hope at all." Klein was struck with a moment of reflection. He pulled out a notepad and a water-resistant pen, writing swiftly along the back of Enzo's figure: "It's been quite some days since we last met—I wonder how you've been lately..." As he wrote, Klein suddenly paused, feeling the words felt awkward, even insincere. Miss Sharren was a reserved person—her letters were always direct, with no unnecessary words. He needed to consider her nature and be more genuine. After a few seconds of thought, he picked up the original notepad and gave it a sharp shake, watching it vanish into the crimson flames. After a moment's pause, Klein wrote on a fresh sheet: "I now have the spiritual coordinates of Caldrun City. If you've already become a half-god, I would like to collaborate with you again and seek your assistance. Should you not yet have reached that level, please don't hesitate—there are other friends I can reach out to instead." "Sherlock Moriarty" folded the notepad, wrote the words "For Mrs. Maria" on the outside, then pulled out his explorer's flute once more, brought it to his mouth, and blew gently. Renette Tiniacol, dressed in a somber, elaborate gown, appeared instantly as though she had never left the vicinity, stepping right into his presence. Caine handed her the folded paper and a coin, speaking seriously: "Deliver it to 126 Garde Street, Hillesdon District, Bakerland, and drop it directly into the mailbox." "Understood," Renette Tiniacol said with one head while the other head held the paper and coin. Caine, still uncertain, asked two more questions: "Did you not lose the previous map?" "Do you know which district Hillesdon is and where Garde Street lies?" "Renee Tynicol, along with the other three golden-haired, bright-eyed heads, responded in turn: 'No...' 'I know...' 'This...' 'quite...' 'easy...' 'to find.' Krain immediately exhaled in relief, politely seeing off the messenger lady. He temporarily set aside the matter of Caldrun and began to assume the guise of the secret figure, Ludewil. The following morning, a man with brownish skin, soft and wavy hair, dressed in a Ruin-style formal suit and wearing a half-high silk hat, arrived in the city of Tettinik, at the edge of the jungle, accompanied by two servants. A city renowned for its exports of timber, rubber, and jungle specialties, it has recently been reported that several hair growth research institutes and associated factories have been established here." Klein, having assumed the persona of a local affluent gentleman, soon checked into a hotel and settled into a comfortable armchair woven from wicker, once again admiring his craftsmanship. "Enzo the Winner" now had a complexion no longer merely copper-toned but fully deepened to black, complemented by thin, soft hair, thick brows, a well-defined facial contour, and a classic, relaxed pleated trousers suit in a dark and light palette—exactly the appearance of a native servant from a country estate. As for "Lord of Hell" Ludewil, his once elaborate attire had been transformed into Enzo's signature look; the skin exposed to view bore clear signs of burns, and his previously silver-faced mask had turned uniformly iron-black, giving him the appearance of having sustained facial injuries in a fire. To avoid startling passersby, he now wore the iron mask to conceal his changed features. Just as he finished his lunch served in the room, Klein heard a layered, ethereal sound of supplication—male voices... "The Hanged Man," he thought. Emlin and the little "Sun" are also possibilities— their vampire sequence 5 extraordinary trait is about to enter the trading phase... Kline was just heading for the restroom, stepping backward four paces into the gray mist, when inspiration struck. He quickly activated his spiritual sight, watching Renette Tinihcor, whose head had detached from her neck, biting into a letter and stepping out into the overlapping realm of reality. Miss Sharon's reply? Kline first thanked the messenger, then took the letter, opened it, and began reading: "I'm sorry, but I'll likely need another one to two months to prepare. If you still need assistance then, I have no problem at all, Sharon." One to two months— not an unreasonable wait after all... I still haven't fully absorbed the "Master of Secret Duplicates" potion. Kline gave a barely perceptible nod, pulled out paper and pen, and replied simply: "Proceed according to your own schedule— no need to rush. My matters are not urgent, and I have ample time to wait. Sherlock Moriarty." "After handing Renette Tynicol the letter and the gold coins, instructing her to deliver them to 126 Galde Street, Hillsdon District, Bekland, Klien suddenly had a question: The military always conducts reconnaissance before engaging in battle—how could they be so hasty and careless when dealing with a place as hazardous as Caldrun? Well, while I wait for Miss Sharon's promotion, I can certainly conduct a preliminary reconnaissance first, gathering information that requires little risk—such as what specific restrictions exist, how the undead domain affects the area, whether entry and exit are only possible through fixed points, or whether one cannot directly return to the gray mist from within. Only after confirming these details can I formulate a plan and prepare accordingly. Of course, the reconnaissance itself should also be accompanied by divination. Klien quickly made up his mind and entered the attached bathroom."