Daniz was startled and exclaimed, "Sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you..." Before he could finish, he had already reached out and grasped the handle, pulling the door toward his position. *Thud!* The wooden door closed behind him, echoing down the corridor. Only then did Daniz finally catch up: "What was I just doing? What was Anderson doing?" He instinctively removed the black glove, furrowed his brow, and after a moment of deep thought, decided to simply return to his room, pack his belongings, and prepare to leave. As for what Anderson intended to do, he was curious, yet felt something was off about it—he decided not to get involved, lest he fall into a trap. The captain had said to remain respectful of the unknown, so he should stay at a distance... Just as Daniz turned to face the other way, he suddenly heard the sound of the lock turning and saw the wooden door swing open behind him. Anderson, with his shirt sleeves unbuttoned, stepped out holding the dark, dull short blade, his expression slightly complex as he looked at Daniz: "Don't you try to stop me?" Daniz immediately sensed the opportunity for irony and chuckled: "That's your freedom. 'If you don't leave a will, I'll be rich!'” Anderson raised a hand and rubbed his cheeks: "Don't you wonder what exactly has happened to me?" Daniz studied him with a puzzled gaze: "I always suspect you have a scheme." Anderson laughed heartily: "Indeed, I was once captured and placed into a peculiar plasma infused with various materials. After a prolonged period of erosion, these materials have formed a strange 'silk cocoon' inside me—this will attract high-tier strongholders on the Hunter Path." As he spoke, he pointed to his abdomen. Danzel was taken aback: "I've never heard of anything like this. If you were the opposite gender, I might have thought you were pregnant..." He paused and asked, "Was that strange fellow at the Plaza of Resurrection actually drawn to you by the infant inside you—no, by the 'silkworm cocoon'?" Seeing Anderson nod in confirmation, Danzel gestured with his hands: "So you just wanted to surgically open yourself up and extract that 'silkworm cocoon'?" Anderson replied earnestly: "Yes. I was worried it might affect my body or attract another half-god, so I wanted to resolve this issue as soon as possible." Danzel thought for a moment, then asked with a hint of confusion, "Then why haven't you tried it yet? Did you forget to make a will, hoping I'd serve as a witness?" Anderson's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he chuckled: "Exactly. Your challenging potion should have been fully absorbed by now." He sighed and said, "After careful analysis, I believe it's impossible to extract it directly. Otherwise, they wouldn't have immersed me in plasma, allowing the materials to gradually erode me. They could simply have opened my abdomen, inserted the 'silk cocoon,' and then sewed me back together." Before Daniz could respond, he continued thinking, "Don't you have Gelman Sparo's contact information? He has experienced many things and possesses extensive knowledge. I'd like to consult him about possible solutions to similar issues." In the past few months, the thing Daniz has been most afraid of is being accused of having any connection with Gelman Sparo, so he instinctively replied, "No! Since Gelman Sparo left the 'Golden Dream,' I haven't seen him at all!" Anderson's lips gently curved as he said, "When you wrote to Gelman Sparo earlier, I was right beside him and saw his messenger." Daniz's expression froze on his face, and it took several seconds before he managed to force a smile. "Why didn't you simply summon his messenger?" Anderson raised his hand again, rubbed his throat, and chuckled. "I don't know the ritual to summon his messenger." Daniz still suspected Anderson of having a hidden agenda and was unwilling to let him confirm the frequent correspondence between himself and Germain Sparo. Instead, he suggested, "Actually, you could easily ask our captain for help. She is well-informed, deeply curious, skilled in various arcane arts, and can also request assistance from the Church of the Gods of Knowledge and Wisdom. She should be able to find a solution to your current 'cocoon'." "Ah, if you're uncomfortable, I'll gladly introduce you to her." As soon as he finished speaking, Daniz noticed Anderson's smile brighten instantly. He heard the other respond quickly and enthusiastically, "Excellent! That's exactly what I'll do! I've already packed my belongings—when can I depart?" “…Danez stood there for several seconds, feeling once again as if he had been outwitted by Anderson. He returned to his room, finished off the remaining beer, quickly tossed various items into his suitcase, leaving only a single dried leaf with golden veins. This leaf had been a token of connection he established earlier with officers under General Mesanyes, the leader of the Northern Province. As instructed by Germain Sparo, he left it in the room for the subsequent step’s负责人 to handle. After picking up the dry leaf with golden veins, Caine left the inn and wound past the sealed Resurrection Square, arriving at the heart of Cookwa City—the White Feather Square. There, the general's residence of Mesanyes stood beside a downward-facing church of the Dead God. As a typical Roon gentleman, Thénardier felt out of place walking through the city, where foreigners were so scarce that they could only be commonly seen in the vicinity of the major consulates on the Festive Square; elsewhere, the inhabitants were predominantly native Baylans. The Baylans had a brownish complexion, black wavy hair, and soft, flowing features, appearing remarkably uniform in terms of height, build, and body type—often perceived as quite similar in appearance by people from the northern continent. Whether male or female, the native residents favored a smoked tobacco blend made from dried leaves wrapped around herbs, and along the way, Caine frequently spotted locals exhaling and inhaling this smoke at the edges of the streets. Moreover, a significant portion of them carry a fruit known as "Dalarva" at their waist. This fruit is about the size of two fists, with an extremely thick rind; after making small holes in it and consuming the pulp, the fruit can be used to hold water, wine, or various beverages. According to Klein's observation, most of the drinks they consume are a bright orange-yellow beverage called "Gualdar," which is tangy yet sweet, refreshing and invigorating. He had never had the chance to try it before... Klein murmured this to himself, and then approached a guard on duty at the general's residence, requesting to see a man named Hajis. Given his appearance as a Ruin native and his well-dressed, gentlemanly demeanor, the guard neither hesitated nor offered any difficulty, assigning him a spot and sending him to summon a man in his early thirties. This man's facial features and complexion were typical of the Baylanese, though his slightly wavy black hair had been straightened and neatly combed back, as if emulating the style of upper-class figures in the northern continents. He wore a white shirt, a black vest, and a very formal necktie. As soon as he saw Daut D'Ortiz, he opened his mouth in standard Roonese: "Good afternoon, I'm Haggis, a pleasure to meet you." His accent was somewhat unusual, differing from the speech patterns of any region in Roon. D'Ortiz, having lived in high society for some time, found this a bit surprising and smiled gently. "Good afternoon, I'm Daut D'Ortiz. I didn't expect to encounter a gentleman fluent in the noble Roonese accent here." Haggis couldn't help but smile warmly. "Many children from Roonese noble families have come to the East and West Brawan in search of opportunities; I've had the privilege of learning the language from several of them." "Oh, perhaps one of my acquaintances." D'Ortiz didn't rush into business matters at all, maintaining a polished, courteous demeanor. Haggis chuckled. "My friend, Colonel Alfred Hall, is the second son of a count." "Hall..." Caine chuckled. "I once saw Lord Hall at a charity gala—he was truly a nobleman. "How small the world has become," Higges agreed. "Perhaps fate has arranged this. Unfortunately, Alfred was transferred to East Bayland last year." He said no more, and immediately invited Daven Tantris into the general's manor. As they passed through the side entrance, Caine suddenly looked up and gazed at the stained glass panels set into the doorframe. Under the sunlight, the glass shimmered with varying hues, as though a series of eyes were moving in constant motion. PS: The text is a bit short—tomorrow it will be normal.