After discarding everything except his clothing, Eneas Bohair paused, fully awakened. What am I doing? What have I done? Finally, the Viscount of the Bloodline remembered the things he had deliberately forgotten—the clear, green eyes. Psychological suggestion? No, hypnosis… Eneas Bohair, half angry, half overwhelmed with fear, glanced around, instinctively reassessing his situation. His gaze settled on the towering figure, catching sight of the sparse, pale brows of Father Utrofski. In that instant, a cascade of thoughts surged and collided, giving rise to a strong, decisive intention. Without resistance, he simply exclaimed, "I'll come here as a volunteer for one month!" — Emlin's fate had long been known throughout the vampire circles of Beckland, and Father Utravský was well-regarded by Onnes Bojár. Knowing that even if he resisted, he would inevitably become a volunteer, Onnes decided it was better to simply make a decisive move—actively surrender and negotiate terms more favorable to himself. At least, he could not be subtly suggested to embrace the "Mother Earth Goddess"... Just as this thought formed, he noticed Father Utravský holding a lantern in his hands, inside which stood a peculiar candle wrapped in human skin, with bumps and ridges clearly visible. Under the dim, flickering light of the candle, Onnes' pupils dilated further, and in his mind, only one thought remained, echoing incessantly: Another psychological suggestion... At that moment, he felt his inner shadows were so profound. "Very well," Father Utravský nodded, agreeing to Onnes Bojár's request. Emlyn suppressed a smile that blended pride and delight, gazing at the various items he had just received, as if a farmer who had just reaped a bountiful harvest. On the Saint Hilaran Square, in a dining room styled after Xiviras, on the third floor, within a private booth, the light suddenly dimmed, and vast shadows spread across the space. One by one, small bats emerged from the darkness and swiftly gathered together. A sudden plume of mist rose, and Count Mistral, with silver hair and vivid red eyes, appeared where the bats had been gathered—restoring normalcy to the surroundings. His servant, a middle-aged man in a dark formal suit, stepped forward immediately, bowing and asking, "Lord Count, shall we begin dining now?" He could not discern from the Count’s expression whether the event had gone smoothly or encountered difficulties, whether the outcome had been successful or a failure—yet he dared not inquire further. Mistral nodded gently. "Very well." He walked calmly to the table, removed the deep-blue sapphire ring, and sat down without losing a single ounce of grace, as if he had merely gone out to feed the white doves. “In the neighboring booth, with a plain, unremarkable face, Caine was savoring and evaluating a dish of remarkable Western-style refinement—a lamb stomach stew. Although this enforcement initiative was a collaborative effort among several members of the Tarot Circle and did not require the involvement of 'The World' or 'The Fool' himself, Caine had quietly made his way to the vicinity for final reassurance, considering that 'Justice' and 'The Moon' Emlyn either lacked similar experience or had insufficient expertise. Earlier, he had instructed the secret figure to pray to 'The Fool' at the table, while he himself entered the private restroom of the booth, ascended into the gray mist, and, using the corresponding light points, expanded his view to encompass the entire plaza and its surrounding areas. At the same time, he always held the "Poseidon's Staff," ready to summon a thunderbolt at the first sign of trouble and intervene immediately. Yet in the end, he did nothing—everything unfolded more smoothly than he had anticipated. The battle-tested "Stars" Leonard was no surprise, but the "Justice" lady, who had never participated in such events before, performed far beyond his expectations, showing no signs of nervousness or panic! Indeed, a Sequence 6 from the "Observer" path is likely to outperform most mid-to-lower sequence members from other paths in emotional self-control. Even if she felt any anxiety, she could surely resolve it with her exceptional abilities before taking action... Klein gave a barely perceptible nod, continuing to savor other dishes. Outside, on the Saint Hilan Plaza, the melodies of the flute, violin, accordion, and seven-stringed instrument wove together and overlapped, drifting gently and serenely. ... On Saint Hilan Plaza, a rental carriage slowly wound its way along the edge. Leonard Mitchell, just about to return to the north bank of the Beckland Bridge, glanced at the white doves gathered at the center of the square and suddenly lowered his voice: "Old man, do you think this mission will ultimately succeed?" After dragging Ones Bojal into the dream, he had been reading through "Lehmann's Travel Notes," activating "The Embrace of the Angels," and then boarding the carriage, leaving the scene without knowing whether the subsequent developments would unfold smoothly. In his mind, Parves Soloyasde responded with an impatient tone: "In the Fourth Age, there is a proverb: 'Believe in the power of the gods.'" That would mean, if the matter has received the silent approval of the 'Knight of the Fool,' it must surely succeed? Yet, the old man still seems rather unfamiliar with the Tarot Circle—the 'Knight of the Fool' is mostly a witness, not someone who gives explicit approval. Leonard murmured a few thoughts to himself, then changed the subject: "But this proverb feels like it's still unfinished." — He did not elaborate on the specific details of the Tarot Circle to Palis Soloyasde, only giving a general account and relaying the points of agreement the "Adept" had expressed. Palis said, "Indeed, there's another part: 'Do not trust in their mercy.'" Believing in the power of the deities, but not in their mercy... Leonard silently repeated it several times, looking down at the sturdy, verdant-green notebook in his hands. Then, with a touch of heartfelt reflection, he murmured, "This truly ranks as a first-class seal, and the resolution of its negative effects is remarkably straightforward." Before this action, considering that the "Moon" domain also holds certain dark authorities, extraordinary beings along this path develop a strong resistance to nightmares at a certain level. Leonard had originally intended to directly borrow "The Crawling Hunger" from the "World"克莱恩.莫雷蒂, but during subsequent discussions, the "Magician" mentioned the distinctive qualities of this "Lehmanno Travel Notes," which gave him a more favorable option. Thus, having already been responsible for utilizing "The Embrace of the Angel," he borrowed "The Crawling Hunger" for three hours from克莱恩, recording several useful extraordinary abilities, including "Bribery—Weakening." "This is something from the Abraham family," Palis. Zoroastre remarked with a slight sense of nostalgia. Leonard had long known this; he nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, and then asked: "Old man, regarding the magical item I mentioned earlier—do you have any way to mitigate or control its negative effects?" "Can that even be called a magical item? That's something that needs to be sealed!" "Palis first gave Leonard a lesson, then said, 'You claimed the church had living qualities, didn't you? That's relatively easy to resolve.'" Leonard relaxed, once again turning his gaze toward the window, admiring the Saint Hilary Cathedral, whose features bore a strong resemblance to the factory. . . . On the north district of Peshfyl Street, where the Church of Saint Samuel stands—the entrance to the 'Rune Charitable Scholarship Fund.' Having changed into a simple dress, resembling an ordinary young woman, Audrey stepped down from the carriage. ——She had already removed her newspaper vendor disguise in the pre-arranged hotel room, a room booked by Emlin, unrelated to her. At that moment, several people were moving in and out at the entrance of the 'Rune Charitable Scholarship Fund,' yet Audrey walked past them without hesitation. No one glanced at her, as if she belonged to another world. Audrey moved briskly through the hall, up to the second floor, toward her own board office. Everyone she encountered seemed to be playing a game with her, deliberately pretending not to notice her, as if it were entirely natural that a stranger would come here. As she approached the office door, she was about to open it when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from within: "Madam Audrey, here's the total amount of donations you've raised this week." A gentle smile tugged at Audrey's lips. She gave the slightly ajar door a light push and stepped inside. Inside the office, a staff member was holding a stack of documents, presenting them to the person seated behind the desk. Behind the desk sat a golden retriever wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses. It sat in the board member's chair, casually flipped through the documents, and said, "All set." The staff member then returned the documents and smiled warmly at the golden retriever. "Then I'll be off," she said, turning to leave. Audrey, standing behind her, held back a smile and walked over to the set of sofas beside the one where Suzy was seated, quietly watching her leave without disturbing the golden retriever, who was reading another set of documents. Suzy carefully went through various materials, afraid that her performance might falter and disrupt Audrey’s plans. After a while, she glanced around, slightly puzzled: "Audrey, did you just come back?" "How did you know?" Audrey stood up from the sofa and appeared directly before Suzy. For this mission, she had specifically arranged a meeting with Suzy, asking her to take over Audrey’s role at the "Rune Charitable Scholarship Fund." Then, she led the golden retriever to gently hypnotize each staff member she would encounter during the day, making them perceive Suzy as Audrey. As for any potential visitors, she informed the staff that they would only be receiving them in the afternoon. The signal to end the hypnosis would be the church bell at two o'clock in the afternoon. Upon seeing Audrey, Suzy jumped down from her seat, sighing, "It's almost two already." Well... Audrey made a face to herself in her mind, hurried into the small rest room, changed into her own clothes, and used her ability to manipulate the flame with a lie to burn away her previous disguise. Back at her office, she settled into her own seat, fully relaxed, clasped her hands together, and gently rested them against her lips. To be honest, she had been quite nervous all along, but through her actions before and after, she had successfully calmed herself and managed without any mishaps. Now, reflecting on it, it was actually quite interesting—and she had already worked out how to compensate those affected. Audrey, well done! A smile slowly bloomed on the face of the beautiful blonde with green eyes, gradually brightening. After this incident, she realized her "hypnotist" potion had been further digested, and she had also confirmed one thing: the "bribery-charming" ability inherent in the magical item known as "The Hand of Fear" perfectly complemented her own "hypnosis"! Hmm, she now knew the name of the "Moon" gentleman—Emlyn White. He hadn't intended to hide it, as he certainly needed to tell her, otherwise he couldn't achieve his goals... Well, perhaps the name of the church would suffice, though that would still reveal his identity. Still, she felt a bit tense—during the hypnosis, she had been too stiff, even resorting to the rather direct phrase, "first-level hypnosis." Audrey gently calmed her slightly excited emotions and carefully reviewed the entire course of today's actions, hoping to extract lessons and insights. Ding! Ding! The chime of Saint Samuel's Church marked the hour, signaling two o'clock in the afternoon. Among the staff at 22 Pasefyl Street, home to the Luon Charitable Scholarship Fund, several felt a slight tremor upon hearing the bell, only to resume their work as if nothing had happened. ………… Ding! Ding! Once again, Klein, now restored to his original appearance of Daoen Tangtse, walked to the large balcony at No. 160 Berkland Street and gazed toward the Mahert household. At that moment, a carriage passed by his manor’s gate and proceeded toward the far end of the street. Suddenly, Klein’s intuitive sense stirred, and a vivid image surfaced in his mind: a gray mouse resting calmly on the carriage window, observing the scene unfolding on the street.