"Inse. Zangwei." At the moment, every member of the "Red Gloves" fell silent—no one spoke. Since the former Archbishop defected, the Night Church has never ceased its pursuit of him. The senior Archbishops and high stewards have taken turns leading the search, supporting one another, frequently traveling with corresponding seals in pursuit of clues. Yet they have never managed to pin down Inse. Zangwei—always missing him by some unforeseen coincidence. Not only have they failed to catch sight of him, but he has even orchestrated several major incidents, resulting in the deaths of several "Night Watchers." To the Night Church as a whole—and especially to the "Night Watchers"—this is both a deep resentment and a profound shame. Leonard Mitchell's hands, which had been resting gently, unconsciously clenched, and his breath grew heavier. He quickly forced himself to break free from the sudden surge of emotion, shifting his focus to something else: It was no wonder that D'Artagnan had met Inzinger Zangewell in the turbulent seas off the island of Charybdis, since the latter's destination was also the southern continent—East Bélang! In silence, Delys Simonne spoke with a clear, ethereal tone, slightly colder and with a slightly faster pace: "Where did they meet?" The member of the Spirit Order shook his head in bewilderment. "We don't know." Delys asked several more questions, but received no satisfactory answers. Finally, she stepped back and turned her gaze toward the队长 of the "Red Glove" team, Sostre. Sostre sighed and said carefully: "First, report this matter to the Lady of the 'Eye of the Goddess,' who will then make contact with the Hall of Saints." Inns. Zanggwei, carrying the "0–08," isn't something our single "Red Glove" can handle. Secondly, following the trail of Parank. Tassib, we hope to uncover Inns. Zanggwei's intentions. Should we be unable to track his movements or pin him down, understanding his objectives will prove more crucial than knowing his whereabouts—this insight might enable us to set a trap that compels him to enter. Finally, from now on, pay close attention to every coincidence that occurs in your own life, regardless of its cause, and report them to me immediately! "Yes, Captain!" the "Red Glove" members responded in unison. Leonard remained silent, glanced at Daili Simonni—the self-proclaimed seer and gatekeeper—and found her equally silent, her gaze deep and contemplative. At the same time, the voice of Palis Soloyasde, slightly weathered, echoed in his mind: "Hah, it seems I shall witness a drama of pursuit and evasion." What did the old man mean? What was he implying? We had just decided to investigate the intentions of Inz Zangwei, and now "0-08" had already been made aware of it? Leonard withdrew his gaze and suddenly had a thought: Could an investigation carried out by someone who had already passed away be able to evade the perception of "0-08"? ........... After sleeping for two hours, Caine slowly rose from the bed, his head still noticeably aching. He then rang the bell by the door, waiting for the servant to arrive. Not long after, a local native, dressed in a white shirt and red apron, deliberately styled to resemble a Ruon native, came to the door and gently tapped on it with his fingers. Klein turned the handle, opening the outer door just slightly, and in a low, hoarse voice instructed: "Send another lunch to the room—we ate too early." At this moment, his appearance had transformed into that of the sun-browned secret companion Enzo—a man with two servants residing in a luxurious room would hardly make it to the door himself to give such instructions. "One lunch, with any special requests?" the native servant produced paper and pen, jotting down notes while asking in a rather unusual Runan dialect. Klein responded in the same awkward Runan: "Mainly red meat, served with a chilled, lemon-infused sparkling sweet wine." "Including both servants' meals?" the native servant inquired, following protocol. Klein paused for a moment and replied: "Yes, including both." "Ending the conversation, he closed the door and quickly arranged the ceremony, bringing the 'winner' Enzo and the 'General of Hell' Ludewell back from the gray mist into the real world. The 'Crawling Hunger' and the 'Staff of the Sea's Voice' remained temporarily in the cluttered corner—one because it was still hungry, the other because it couldn't quite contain its singing impulses. Once Caine had the secret figures tidy up the room, several servants arrived in succession to deliver lunch. Thus, the only sounds in the room were the gentle clinks of cutlery against plates and the faint, intermittent chewing. After an indeterminate length of time, Caine set down his fork and spoon, took the napkin, wiped his mouth, leaned back comfortably against the chairback, and shook his head with a sigh: 'I'm going to get fat if this continues...'—the two secret figures had lost their appetite, yet Caine, unwilling to reveal this, could not help but serve meals to the servants. As a result, driven by his own insistence on not wasting food, he found himself eating more than he needed. '...Thankfully, I'm the 'Faceless One'. " Klein covered his mouth, gave a belch, and then finished off the last sip of the sparkling sweet wine. Only now did he feel himself recover, gaining the strength to reflect on the various details of his journey to Caldrón: "The 'Thief's' path was truly terrifying—just a single sigil crafted by a 'Chronos Worm' could produce such astonishing effects. One can only imagine how formidable the 'Sinner,' Amun, the King of Angels, truly is, especially considering even a mere duplicate would be no easy opponent. Fortunately, I hadn't pushed myself too hard; instead, I had followed the seasoned practitioners' advice and simply fled southward to the Southern Continent. 'The True Maker' clearly holds me in high regard—sending Urulos, the 'One Who Swallows the Tail, ' so promptly. Indeed, there's a strong sense of time travel here—the ancient angels depicted in the frescoes step out of their frames and walk right up to me. Good thing I was able to conclude the summoning directly. "Just as Caine had reached this point, his expression suddenly tightened, and he realized a serious issue: 'Ulrich is the King of Angels of the 'Monster Path'!' This meant that Ulrich could directly see his unique qualities—seeing the gray-white mist, the ethereal gate composed of light spheres, and the translucent, semi-transparent worms forming those spheres! What did this signify? The Second Age survivor of the 'Fate Angels' might know something about it, while the 'True Creator' might know even more. Perhaps they would recognize him as the sovereign of the mysterious realm above the gray mist? Regardless, his standing would undoubtedly rise significantly!" Caine clenched his right fist and pressed it against his mouth, considering the potential actions of either the Aurora Circle or the Redeemer Rose. To his relief, neither the Redeemer Rose nor the Aurora Circle had yet identified any specific follower of the 'Fool' as their target. However, during the chaotic battle outside Bayam, when he operated under the identity of Germann Sparrow, he had inadvertently released "seed" gloves contaminated by the "True Maker," attempting to summon the saints of the Aurora Circle. This likely places the daring adventurer on the suspect list. "From Germann Sparrow, the reach extends to 'Star General' and 'Ice Mountain Marshal' Daniz and Anderson—both of whom may now be under investigation by the Aurora Circle. I should alert them." Kline exhaled slowly, then stood up, preparing to head toward the gray mist. In his view, unlike the military, the Storm Church, the Rose School, or the Spirit Monastery, whose pursuit of Germann Sparrow was methodical, the followers of the "True Maker" were notably frantic, and with a leader—Angelic King, gifted with the ability to perceive fate—actively operating in the real world, there was a real risk that regardless of whether Gardeleia and the others remained at sea or how difficult it might be to track them down, they would eventually be found. Among them, Edwena the "Ice Mountain Admiral" and Anderson, the foremost hunter of the Mist Sea, aren't particularly concerning to Kline—both know little and are not directly involved in the core issues, so they won't pose any serious threat. The only thing to watch out for is that the madmen of the Aurora Circle might resort to more forceful measures during the course of routine questioning. Danzig's expression first stiffened, then twisted. He still wasn't sure that the leader among the Seven Pirate Generals had changed. "Do you remember something?" Anderson set down the small knife he'd been using to cut the meat, raised an eyebrow, and asked curiously. Danzig took a quiet, deep breath and hesitated before asking, "Have you ever heard of the Aurora Society?" He wasn't certain Anderson knew of it, as the organization had been initially quite secretive, and its reputation had mainly grown within the kingdom of Run. Anderson chuckled, "You actually know about them—I'm surprised! Was it your captain who told you?" Before Danzig could answer, he brushed his short hair with his finger and continued, "They believe the Divine Presence is everywhere, that all things possess a sacred nature. They see life as a spiritual journey—by listening to teachings, one can come to understand the divine, discover it, gather it, and ultimately become an angel, transcending the physical realm." "Such a concept sounds promising, but that's not the point—the real point is their belief in the 'True Creator'..." Hearing this, Daniz couldn't help but offer a sarcastic remark: "You know quite a bit, don't you? Only a little bit less than I do." Anderson immediately smiled, his expression bright and warm. "Of course. I once joined an organization in Intis. They aimed to transform society and the world, to make the extraordinary no longer hidden but visible to everyone, becoming the true rulers. They were known as the Iron Cross Order, and their faith was also in the 'True Creator.'" Daniz's expression went instantly blank, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.