Bekland, at the home of furniture merchant Hampres. Audrey meets once again with Commissioner Hervin Lambis of the Psychological Alchemy Council. The elderly man remains as gentle and refined, his full white hair neatly combed, his deep blue eyes seeming to hold an endless store of knowledge. As soon as she sees him, Audrey's gaze first drifts in confusion, then clears, as if she has finally woken from a long dream and regained her lost memories. Yet she finds this neither surprising nor astonishing—she accepts it effortlessly, as though it were entirely natural. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lambis," Audrey says, greeting him with a standard, flawless courtesy. Hervin nods lightly and smiles, "Good afternoon, our girl." Over the course of these several meetings in the past month, he has gradually guided Audrey's self-perception toward being seen as "the pride of the Psychological Alchemy Council," "the most important girl." Audrey glanced down at the diamond brooch before her, smiled, and settled into a seat, waiting for Herwin Lambis to speak. Though she had always been prepared for such subtle cues and guidance, she found herself wanting to break character—unfolding her eyes, breaking protocol, and showing a little impatience—when she heard Herwin Lambis's name. Yet, she managed to hold it in, showing no trace of it. Herwin Lambis looked at Audrey for a few seconds, his smile unchanged, and said, "You've done well recently. As a reward, we're pleased to offer you the recipe for the 'Dream Walker' potion." While speaking, he pulled out a neatly folded sheet of paper from his breast pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward the noblewoman seated across from her. Audrey gently held her skirt, slightly rose, and took the paper, unfolding it in front of Herwin Lambis. Her gaze first settled on the primary materials, then swiftly moved to the ritual section: "Primary Materials: one heart from a Dream-Weaver, one crystal from a Mind-Phantom, or the complete brain of an adult Mind-Giant Dragon." ... "Ritual: locate the Spirit-World Human-Head Bird-Beast, enter into a pact with it, and then, while experiencing either joy or anger—intense emotions—consume the magic potion with a feather from its tail." Noticing Audrey's slight confusion, Herwen Lembis smiled and added: "The Human-Head Bird-Beast possesses abilities related to nightmares, capable of rousing a person from dreams. Thus, the essence of the ritual is to pull you out of your deep dream immersion when you're unwilling to wake up—otherwise, you might fall into permanent sleep or lose control and transform into a monster on the spot." Audrey nodded thoughtfully: "Consuming the potion during intense emotions is also meant to keep the sleep unstable and prevent deep dreaming?" "Yes, you've grasped the key point." "Hevin Lambis smiled and said, 'If you're unfamiliar with the spirit realm and can't find the humanoid bird demon, we can certainly offer some assistance.' If the ritual's purpose is simply to wake me from my dreams, then perhaps the humanoid bird demon isn't essential at all," the Sir of the Fool, the angel, could bless me to remain awake within my dreams—awake whenever I choose to wake. With a slight turn of her bright eyes, Audrey expressed a touch of anticipation, saying, 'I'd like to try it myself first.' 'Good,' Hevin didn't particularly mind the girl's eagerness to embark on an adventure. Pausing briefly, he added, 'This time, there's another task I'd like you to undertake. Should you perform well, we'll provide you with all the ingredients for the 'Dream Walker' potion.' 'What task?' Audrey asked, as usual, without hesitation. Hewen Lambis nodded slightly more seriously: "Find out what the attitudes are of your father, Lord Horbury, the current Duke of Nigan, Admiral Emery, and other nobles toward a larger war." "War..." Odile repeated the word, which she had heard often yet still felt slightly unfamiliar—like a ripple spreading out from a still lake. ... "War..." Above the gray mist, Caine listened to the prayers of the "Justice" lady and found himself reflecting. At this moment, he could not yet determine whether the Psychological Alchemy Society—nor behind it, Hermes, or even Adam—was welcoming or opposing war. As for King Roon, the Prime Minister, and certain nobles and members of parliament, the answer was relatively clear. Last year, the "Hanged Man" had asked the "Justice" lady a similar question, and her response had been that the King and the Prime Minister were inclined toward war, but preferred to first carry out internal reforms and strengthen the relationships among various parties. Now, nearly a year has passed, and the various policies introduced at the time have generally stabilized. It's time to launch a war—to reclaim the interests Luon lost in eastern Bayland! This is an era of transformation; internal conflicts within nations are intense, and once war begins, it's often difficult to contain. Moreover, angels such as Adam and Amun are gradually returning, either having secured key assets or actively seeking breakthroughs; the mystical world itself is bracing for a storm, with hidden crises looming. Klein sighed deeply and returned to the real world. The next day, he followed his scheduled itinerary, first visiting Saint Samuel's Church for a prayer and donating several pounds in cash, then heading to No. 22 Peasefield Street to engage in some affairs related to the "Luon Charitable Education Fund." As soon as he entered, Klein noticed Miss Audrey Hall and several staff members descending the stairs toward the entrance. The noble young lady was dressed simply today, her hair neatly gathered without any adornments, wearing a light green dress with only a hem of frilled edges at the sleeves—no lace or tassels visible. "Good morning, Miss Audry," said Caine, familiarly removing his hat and bowing, while nodding politely to the staff and greeting them with a "Good morning." Once Audry responded, Caine casually asked, "Where are you going?" He knew that Miss Justice's primary duty at the Foundation was fundraising among the upper echelons of society. Audry smiled lightly in reply: "I'm visiting various universities to check in on the students we helped before." She blinked, her smile brightening slightly: "Mr. Tang, would you like to join me? To see the children whose lives have been transformed by your ideas and kindness—some of them are already young adults now." Although克莱恩 hadn't expected any return from the "Rune Charitable Scholarship Fund," he genuinely hoped it would make a positive difference to the target group, so he was quite attentive to the current progress and actual situation, and with a slight hesitation, smiled and nodded: "This is an invitation that cannot be declined." They stepped out and, at Miss Audrey's suggestion, chose a non-motorized public horse carriage. "You seem quite accustomed to it," said克莱恩, politely offering his seat to Miss Audrey before sitting across from her and smiling. Audrey glanced at the nearby staff from the foundation and replied with a smile: "It's not the first time, so I can't possibly use my own carriage for every outing—let alone rely on public transportation. To be honest, when I first took this kind of public carriage, I handed over a one-pound banknote, only to be told by the attendant that I should get off and purchase several newspapers before returning." "Well, it's cleaner than I expected, and the smells in the air aren't too unbearable." Kaine nodded gently. "Indeed, the truly poor often don't have access to such public transportation—they prefer walking, and under normal circumstances, they simply can't go very far." "Mr. Tanatès, it seems you're quite familiar with these?" Audrey, though she had a good sense of the reasons, asked it directly in front of others. "I may not have experienced them firsthand," Kaine smiled, "but I've seen them countless times." Audrey shifted the topic, moving on to discuss the beneficiaries whose learning and living conditions she wished to verify. As they chatted, they arrived at the first stop of their visit: Beckland Technical University. Based on Audrey's status and Doun Tanat's social connections, they were able to meet directly with the president of the newly established university, Mr. Portland Monmote, a resident of 100 Berkland Street. The elder man was tall and well-kept, with a rosy complexion and a strong, resonant voice. He began recounting various developments since the school's founding, occasionally expressing his frustrations about the Higher Education Commission. Audrey and Clain listened attentively, smiling gracefully and occasionally offering gentle agreement. Eventually, they seized the opportunity to propose that they begin working. As Portland was about to call in his secretary, he suddenly heard a knock at his office door. "Please come in," he said warmly. The door opened silently, and a young woman with black hair and brown eyes entered. She was dressed simply, with a slightly slender build and a decent facial structure, appearing to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Klein's gaze toward that direction suddenly deepened, then softened. The young woman was surprised to find guests already in the headmaster's office and momentarily nervous, hastily lowering her voice to say, "Sorry." "Never mind—they're just about to leave," Portland remarked casually. "Did you finish the items I asked you to prepare last week?" "Yes, I did," the young woman replied, stepping aside and standing by the door. Portland then smiled warmly at Daven Tancé and Audrey: "She's Melissa Moretti—she has a natural talent in mechanical work. I happened to notice this and asked her to help me in my lab during her free time, though at present she can only handle minor tasks." "Indeed," Klein said, his lips curling into a clear, appreciative smile. Audrey glanced at him and added with a smile, "There are always some self-assured people who claim women lack aptitude in mechanical fields—this young lady has proven them wrong." "Portland smiled and shook his head. 'There's no need to pay attention to those comments. Now, I'll have my secretary show you around and introduce you to the beneficiaries.' Audrey and Cline didn't linger and left the office. Outside, Audrey glanced at Daven Tan-Tsai once more, but said nothing."