At number 7 on Pinstreet, Leonard, who had just returned home specifically to attend the Tarot gathering, was about to step out to consult materials beneath the Saint-Semar cathedral for the evening's spiritual soothing preparations, when suddenly he saw the messenger—carrying four golden-haired, red-eyed heads, dressed in a somber, elaborate gown. ——As an "Anima," he could now see spiritual beings directly. Having received the letter from Klein, Leonard hadn't even had time to say "thank you" before Renette Tiniocer turned around and stepped into the void, without a single pause. "…Old man, why does Klein have a messenger of such caliber? Is this a benefit reserved for the Covenanters?" Leonard lowered his voice, turning to ask Palis Soloyasde. He had initially imagined this would be the standard for Tarot members, but later realized he had been overthinking it. Palis Soloyasde's slightly weathered voice immediately responded with a hearty chuckle: "It must be something uniquely belonging to Klein Moretti." Everyone has their own unique experiences, doesn't one? Even someone like you, doesn't he? "Hah, I thought you'd describe Him as 'the incomplete angel,' but you went with 'a messenger of this caliber.' Well, that's right—thank you for remembering my suggestion." Leonard gave a slight smirk, unfolded the letter, and began reading. "Indeed, someone chosen by hidden forces and fate..." Palis Soloyasda quickly scanned the opening section through Leonard's eyes. Leonard didn't look at the floor; instead, he stepped back a few paces, throwing himself into the armrests of the sofa, before saying, "Cayne has already uncovered the theft and substitution of fate—so we no longer need to rush to search for items of half-divine rank obtained through the 'theft' path." "Even if you're eager, you wouldn't know where to begin," Palis chuckled instantly. Even at the gatherings of the fate-obsessed, such items would appear only once every few years, and the next meeting wouldn't be until the end of the year. Leonard found himself at a loss for words and instead turned his gaze toward the two paragraphs that followed. After a brief silence, he chuckled softly: "I've always been puzzled—how did Caine manage to possess a high-level 'Sun' domain seal when facing Meghios? I originally thought it must have been granted by the 'Death High Official,' but I couldn't quite understand why an angel from the 'Death' domain would collect high-level 'Sun' domain seals—wasn't that like committing suicide? Now, I finally understand. 'Old man,' I'm not the only one who's held the '3—0782'—why didn't you notice the single drop of 'Eternal Radiant Sun' divine blood hidden within? If you had tapped into that power earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way, wouldn't have...'" Leonard had initially intended to use this to mock the old man, but as he spoke, he found himself falling silent. Palais Soloyasde sighed in his mind, saying, "If that drop of divine blood were easily discoverable, then the mutated solar emblem wouldn't have remained in Tingen." Leonard remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "Then how can I find an opportunity to obtain that sacred emblem and create the 'Yangyan' incantation?" Although Klein described it casually in his letter, Leonard knew it wasn't an easy task—because he was no longer the 'Night Watchman' of Tingen city. Even if he returned now to visit his former colleagues and teammates, he would not have the credentials to enter the Charnes Gate. Upon hearing his question, Palais Soloyasde replied with some irritation, "For something so trivial, do you really expect me to think for you?" Leonard cleared his throat awkwardly and quickly activated his thinking processes, earnestly searching for a solution: "Right now I'm acting independently, but the Archbishop has granted me the authority to draw upon local 'Night Watchmen' from the affected regions to assist me." "Um, if the spirits of Beckland have all been calmed, but I haven't yet fully absorbed the potion, could I then expand to other districts? At this moment, if Tinggen happens to have a ghostly incident, I can reasonably return there, drawing two 'Night Watchers' to take the '3–0782'..." As Leonard finished speaking to himself, Palis Soloyasde chuckled: "Decent—finding that line of thinking so quickly. But have you considered that you're calming the spirits, not purifying them? That creates a contradiction when drawing upon '3–0782,' and may raise suspicion." Leonard immediately smiled in agreement: "Old man, you're missing the point! When I first joined the Night Watchers, I was taught this principle: calming is most effective when purification is possible. Emperor Rosel himself said, 'To solve problems, hold a staff in one hand and a carrot in the other.' "Palace Soloyasde hummed thoughtfully: 'Then let's proceed as you suggest, of course, on the condition that you complete all the tasks assigned by Anthony Stevenson within a couple of weeks. If, by the time the official campaign against Amun begins, we haven't secured the 'Yūgō' bullets, then there's really no point in waiting any longer.' Leonard recalled the task list that had spilled over several sheets of paper, his forehead immediately tightening. He then forced himself to set the concern aside, murmuring to himself: 'When will the task against the bloodline finally begin?... Will the bloodline even possess the 'Thief's' seal that reaches the semi-divine level?... The temporary dream world—I can create it myself and even craft a talisman for it, but will such power be sufficient to withstand the encroaching darkness of 'Shin'ri no Chi'?...' In the Joowood district, within a house." Forsyth held a novel, sitting on the sofa, watching Hugh move toward the hall and put on his outdoor boots. "You don't have to rush so much—Mr. Thorne hasn't issued his investigation mandate that quickly," Forsyth finally said, unable to suppress her curiosity. Hugh glanced at her. "I'm a freelance investigator; I have other assignments." Pausing, she hesitated and said, "Forsyth, haven't you noticed that Miss Justice resembles Miss Audrey?" Forsyth was momentarily stunned, instinctively waving her hand and chuckling, "How could she possibly—?" Before she finished speaking, a series of similarities flashed through her mind, and her eyes grew wide. After a pause, she murmured, "It's not impossible at all." "The 'audience' path, the psychological alchemy gathering, the noble lady, the golden hair and green eyes—among the nobles I know, only she fits all these criteria. Of course, there are many more nobles I haven't met, and even among those I know, I'm not sure whether they're connected to the psychological alchemy gathering." After listening quietly and reflecting, Hous calmly said, "Forth, do you remember the tasks Miss Audrey entrusted to us? I originally thought they came from Lord Holberg's initiative. Now that I think about it, perhaps they actually originated from, well, the gathering itself." "And how did we learn the distinguished name of 'The Fool'? Do you remember? From the book borrowed from Viscount Grelint! Hidden inside its cover was an old sheet of paper!" Forth nodded with growing clarity: "We could have discovered that Miss Audrey, a close friend of Viscount Grelint, might also have noticed this connection—this explains precisely why she was able to join the gathering." "Hmm." "Thore agreed with Firth's speculation. Firth opened her mouth to say something more, but then remembered the failed bloodline surveillance, and quickly glanced around with alert eyes. "Thore, we usually try to keep gatherings under wraps. As for Miss Audrey—well, we meet every one to two weeks, and then we'll keep observing." Thore became alert, nodded firmly. "Good." She then stepped out and made her way to a bar in the eastern district, taking a seat at the counter. Knocking lightly on the table, she asked the bartender, who had raised his head, "Any new assignments today?" The bartender gave a brief summary, mentioning no one had been assigned to investigate a man named O'Neale Bojard. Indeed, it would have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. Thore glanced around, then settled her gaze, slightly puzzled and concerned. "It's been a while since I last saw Sherman. Do you know where he's gone?" He was a young man who believed himself to be female—one of Hugh's sources. The bartender gave a short exclamation. "Maybe he's gone off with a man, you know—whenever a man likes him, he's always willing." "That's not something worth discriminating against," Hugh replied seriously, feeling unexpectedly concerned. She pushed herself up, jumped down from the high stool, and headed off to other spots where Sherman was likely to be found. Emlin removed his hat and mumbled, "A minor matter—have a commission issued to the bounty hunters to track a man named Ounes Bojal, ascertain his daily routines. The bounty is 100 pounds." "100 pounds?" Ian asked instinctively. For a task as straightforward as tracking someone, 100 pounds was indeed an exceptional sum. A single bounty hunter could easily rest for an entire year—perhaps even support a household—on such a reward. Emlin nodded. "The target is quite dangerous." Following the discussions at the Tarot Circle, he now felt confident that tracking Ounes Bojal would be a simple task—indeed, the noble vampire would surely pretend not to notice and deliberately maintain a fixed routine. Therefore, these 100 pounds are actually the compensation paid to the "Trial" lady for joining the joint effort at the risk of exposure—of course, to mislead and conceal the truth, several bounty hunters will each complete part of the task and receive different amounts, and Emling can only guarantee that the "Trial" lady receives the largest share. "Ah, I see," Ian said, nodding in understanding. "A prepaid sum, the specific address, the level of risk, and the physical description—ideally, if there's a portrait available." Emling then handed over 30 pounds in cash along with the portrait of O'Neals Bojal. "Red eyes?" Ian flipped through the papers and remarked aloud. "Yes," Emling nodded gently, glancing around and lowering his voice. "Also, could you help me gather information on the members of the Rose School based in Beckland?" "...The Rose School?" Ian paused, looked puzzled, and asked in apparent surprise, as though he had never heard of the name.