Upon seeing the middle-aged man dressed as a priest, Anderson first froze for a moment, then felt a mental barrier within his mind suddenly shatter, releasing countless memory fragments that surged forth like long-suppressed emotions finally breaking free. He recalled exactly what had happened over the past two months, and remembered the mission entrusted to him by the half-god! Back in Bayam, after following his inner intuition to meet the half-god, he had accompanied him, leaving the Rosed Islands and boarding a ship to a hidden destination. There, he had met the priest beside him, who had been placed into an ancient coffin and laid within a liquid composed of extraordinary materials and a peculiar blood plasma, allowing it to seep into his body gradually. After one month of such immersion, a deep red "chrysalis" had formed within him. During this period, the memories he had experienced were preserved and transported to Xibayang, along with a psychological suggestion that he could not leave until his memories were fully restored. That is, the task bestowed upon him by the half-god had not been completed—it was still unfolding, and what had happened before had merely been preparatory! As one scene after another flashed before him, Anderson found himself playing the recorder on the street, moving into a hotel with Daniz, seeking the "Language Mastery" talisman from a missionary of the Knowledge Church, and journeying to the Northern Province—all the while, this gentle, simple priest had been by his side throughout. At meals, he sat at the neighboring table; when checking in, he slept in the room beside him; as they walked along the street, he walked beside him; and when Anderson performed his recorder-playing puppet show, he sat across from him, calmly observing. Yet throughout all this, Anderson had never noticed him, nor had Daniz or anyone else around him—he had seemed completely unfamiliar to them. A deep chill rose from the base of his spine, surged through his mind, and left him feeling as though merely recalling these experiences would drive him mad and cause him to lose control. Danzig, now some distance from Anderson, glanced at Ins. Zangewell, dressed in a black clerical robe, then at the simple priest who was closing his eyes in prayer, and quickly lowered his head, murmuring in ancient Hermes: "the fool out of this age; the mysterious sovereign above the gray mist; the King of Yellow and Black, ruler of fortune..." Days earlier, he had already received the oracle from the "Fool" instructing him to appear busy while secretly remaining near Anderson, and to immediately pray as soon as circumstances grew unusual. Though uncertain about what might unfold or who exactly he would encounter, Danzig—always valuing his life—decided to carry out the instructions faithfully, even if the unusual events might simply be the result of his own overthinking. To ensure this, he had specially donned the gloves left behind by Grossel, renowned for their exceptional qualities, so that in such moments he would act before he thought, never wasting a single moment. At that moment, Inz. Zangwei's steps halted, and within his eyes—either deep blue nearly black or veined with a luminous glow—appeared the priest dressed simply in a white robe, wearing a silver cross pendant. A voice of irritation surged in his mind and from his mouth: "Adam!" Adam, the Son of the Creator, the King of Angels! Before Inz. Zangwei had finished speaking, the simple priest's eyes opened, his light gray pupils now glowing with pure gold. Suddenly, black stone columns rose up around them, forming a grand, magnificent church. Within the church, every column, every arch, and every surface of the dome was embedded with bones from various races—dense and clustered, their eyes gazing upon Inz. Zangwei, gathering around a cross hundreds of meters tall. Before the cross, a blurred figure stood, as if gently watching everything with compassion. This is a church of bones—a church that, instead of exuding gloom, radiates a profound holiness! Transparent, twisted faces emerge from the walls, windows, and doors, as though countless spirits have been sealed within, leaving even the most spiritually attuned beings unable to sense the presence of the spirit or stellar realms. The square and the pedestrians who once passed through it are now entirely absent, excluded from the sudden emergence of this church of bones. In the hands of Inse. Zangwiel, the classical quill had already soared, swiftly inscribing words upon the black robe of his clerical attire: "Anderson Hood is a friend of Germaine Spalro and has drawn the attention of Ulorius. Given certain unknown factors, Ulorius's arrival at this moment is entirely logical!" As the quill struck the final exclamation mark, one after another, beams of light poured in through the stained-glass windows at the church's upper levels, transforming into ethereal, layered, pure wings. Below the spread of wings, a figure with long silver hair emerged in the posture of half-kneeling prayer, then straightened. Dressed in a simple linen robe, with a refined countenance and gentle features, this was the Angel King, Ulorius, the "One Who Swallows the Tail." Ulorius' otherwise impassive gaze momentarily lost focus, then reflected the image of the warm-hearted priest. Within his pupils, beneath his feet, and within the layered light wings behind him, several transcendent and mysterious circular wheels emerged, forming a flowing, ethereal river that wound like serpents, seamlessly connecting one to the next. The Bone Church suddenly retracted, retreating back to the state of freshly rising black stone pillars, while the surrounding plaza faded in and out of view. Seizing this moment, Ulorius prepared to rise and depart. Without hesitation, Inz. Zangewell also intensified the surrounding colors, layering them one upon another. As Ulorius prepared to enter the realm of spirits, he suddenly noticed a cross, hundreds of meters tall, falling from above. The cross was firmly embedded at the heart of the still-forming bone chapel, and the indistinct figure bearing it lifted its head. An endless surge of light erupted, engulfing Ulus and Inz. Zangwei, who held a quill pen. The bone chapel, composed of bones from various races and countless twisted spirits, reformed once more. ... When he heard the layered, ethereal prayers, Caine was simply thinking about ordinary matters, making mundane comments, in his hotel room. Suddenly, he stood up and rushed to the window, gazing toward the square nearby. There, people came and went, fountains surged, music echoed—everything seemed perfectly normal, even relaxed. The only incongruity was that Anderson knelt single-kneed, his expression stiff, while Daniz stood trembling, eyes closed, praying with earnestness. Klein didn't hesitate. Following the plan he had devised above the gray mist, he guided Enzo, the "Winner" located over a hundred meters away, into the telegraph office—having given Daniz explicit instructions to stay near the telegraph office! At the same time, he produced his adventurer's flute, brought it to his mouth, and blew a single note. In one of Daniz's prayers, Caine, leveraging the "image," naturally turned his attention to Anderson in the same area and discovered that a priest—familiar yet strangely unfamiliar—had been consistently present by his side. Recalling the secret connection between the Psychological Alchemists and the Twilight Hermits, and referencing an entry from the diary of Emperor Roscel, Caine suddenly gained clarity and became resolute about what came next: The master of the Twilight Hermits, the Son of the Creator, the "Imaginary Angel" Adam, sought to claim "0–08!" This meant that Ins. Zangwei would likely arrive, targeting Anderson! Caine then revised his plan on the gray mist, feigning no awareness and continuing as if maintaining his "Real-World Puppet" state. One of Rynette Tiniel's heads gripped the letter, and her eight eyes gazed deeply at Caine for two seconds. Caine gave a barely perceptible nod, said nothing, and watched the messenger lady return to the spiritual realm. At the Cookwa Telegraph Office, "winner" Enzo handed over the already-written dispatch, address, and Ferkin to the staff and urged them to send it immediately. "Sibaylan, Northern Province, Cookwa City—Ins. Zangwiel has appeared." As the message surged through the waves, it reached the various outposts of the Night Church in Sibaylan and East Sibaylan. Leonard didn't bother to step aside from Dailie, hurriedly bending down to pick up the letter and swiftly opening it. The content was simple—just one line of words: "Sibylan, Northern Province, Cookwa City, Resurrection Square, coordinates..." Leonard's expression immediately grew serious, and he turned to Dailie, saying, "Madam, could you please help me conceal my movements?" As he spoke, his left glove became transparent, and his right hand slipped into his coat pocket, clutching the "Stole-Runner" talisman. Dailie remained silent for a moment, then spoke seriously: "Come with me. You've fought at least once before, while I've done nothing at all." Leonard's expression shifted rapidly, his mouth slightly open, and ultimately, he said nothing, firmly grasping Dailie's shoulders. The two of them vanished at the edge of the seldom-traveled street. ........ After watching the messenger lady depart and confirming that at least one copy of the telegram had been dispatched, Caine immediately stepped backward four paces and entered the gray mist above. He sat directly into the high-backed chair of the Fool, waving his hand to summon the King of the Tyrant, the Rod of Neptune, and a silver-gray sigil, all of which flew toward him at once. In that instant, he was already wearing the triple crown, draped in the Pope's robe, and holding the staff of white bones. As silver-white lightning surged and gathered around him, Caine extended his spiritual essence toward the corresponding point in Daniz's light. PS: It's the last day of July—please help me get a monthly pass!