In the dimly lit world, a great red moon hung silently at the peak of the house, as though the entire garden were asleep. The great gray-white dragon, once filled with despair, now withdrew its wing membranes, folding them gently—calm and docile, like a domestic hound. Hewen Lanbis, a commissioner of the Psychological Alchemy Council and a half-god of the "Audience" path, had lost his life and had become a secret companion of Caine! Caine did not pause to admire the scene; instead, he immediately exchanged places with the "winner" Enyuni, who stood beside the gray-white dragon, now appearing as Germán Spáro, dressed in a black coat and a silk hat. Then, he directed his new secret companion to treat the "spirit plague" that had infected him. A gentle, cool breeze brushed over, crossing the vast ocean of collective unconsciousness and seeping into Klein's island of consciousness, causing him to feel as though various foul, decaying, fragmented, and contradictory elements within his mind were being gradually gathered and surgically severed, one by one. Klein's face twisted instantly, his teeth gritted, and he once again experienced the profound agony of his soul being torn apart. Fortunately, having prepared for the creation of the "Soul-Targeting Bullets" and the "Revisited Yesterday" sigils, he had grown accustomed to this sensation and did not clutch his head or roll around on the ground in distress. After the strongly contagious mental "virus" and the infected consciousnesses were separated, the cool breeze warmed slightly, becoming soothing and inviting—enough to lull one to sleep—allowing Klein's wounded spirit to relax, as though immersed in a warm bath, rejuvenating and rapidly recovering. When he recovered from his mental illness, the gentle breeze that had been blowing suddenly became fierce, sweeping outwards and clearing all the residual "virus" from the air. Having completed this, Caine swiftly contracted the massive white dragon, drawing back its divinity and transforming it into a human form. However, since Herwin Lambis's garments had been torn into fragments, his gray-white scales remained visible on his body. A few seconds later, Arianna, the head of the Night's Watch, dressed in simple robes, wearing a belt of woven bark and with her dark hair flowing long, stepped out from the great red moon, materializing in the void and coming to rest above Herwin Lambis. The angel extended her right hand and, with a gentle grasp, lifted Herwin Lambis's slightly blurred soul from his body, allowing it to float upward from his head. "Why did you help George III?" Arianna asked directly. Hewen Lambis’s expression instantly grew serious: “This is the choice of the age, the inevitability of fate. We are merely following the current trends and offering certain guidance, steering the age toward the right direction.” The standard answer of the ‘Dusk Hermit Society’… It seems even the semi-divine of the Psychological Alchemy Circle doesn’t fully grasp Adam’s true intentions. Most likely, even the formal members of the ‘Dusk Hermit Society’ themselves remain unaware. With his position in this hidden world, Caine felt no psychological burden as he thought through these matters. He has a clear understanding of the wounds a world war would inflict upon humanity. All he hopes for is that his own pursuit, together with the inquiries of the Night School, will swiftly identify the key and successfully prevent the outbreak of war that the "Dusk Sage Society" is tirelessly advocating. Arianna remained silent for a moment, then asked, "What is King George III's secret?" Hewen Lambis smiled slightly. "Every king is bound by three sacred pacts, limiting him to a maximum rank of 5. With our assistance, he has overcome these constraints and now holds a position of genuine higher standing—only awaiting the tide of time to fully realize his rightful place." Three sacred pacts... What are they? Well, it makes sense that the king's tenure should be limited to Sequence 5. After all, under the premise that the mysterious elements remain largely unseen, the king should ideally succeed in a conventional manner—living into his eighties or nineties, which the people can reasonably accept. If he lived past one hundred and twenty or so, still vibrant and active, that would inevitably spark speculation and panic. Wasn't George III, in fact, actively seeking to extend his life by collaborating with the Psychological Alchemists and the Witchhood sects? Normally, this would only be a constraint on the king himself and wouldn't affect any other members of the Augustan family. There should be terrestrial angels within the family who would naturally support the king—so why would they support George III? A cascade of questions immediately arose in Caine's mind. "Is George III currently still not a half-divine being? Has he merely attained a higher status through some means, and is he now performing the role of a half-divine figure in advance?" Arianna asked, speaking at a steady, unhurried pace. For the Church of Night, this is a rather crucial matter. If King George III is, in essence, already half-divine, then they can directly reach out to the Churches of Storm and Steam to summon individuals—since the King’s very existence serves as irrefutable evidence. Hwen Lambis nodded in agreement. "Yes." "What exactly are the plans?" asked Arianna. Hwen Lambis shook his head slowly. "I'm not certain. The matter is handled by our Grand Chancellor. I only recall him mentioning once that he wished to enhance King George III's innate gifts." More gifted? Upon hearing this, Caine immediately drew a sharp connection to certain entries in the Roxel diary. In the eyes of the great emperor, talent meant cultivating one's spirit and soul to resemble those of the high-born ancestors, thereby earning recognition from the special imprints within the seals and more easily enduring the significant burdens brought by the prolonged consumption of magic potions and the stewardship of the seals. This is far from a perfect method—indeed, it comes with significant risks, as the spiritual imprints reverse-transform the soul of the recipient or the one who holds them, causing certain anomalies. Should anyone rise to the rank of half-god through this means, they would likely become a spiritual patchwork creature! Has George III been hypnotized into accepting such a method? No—if it were mere hypnosis, the angels or sealings of the Augustus family would surely have detected the issue. Klein grew more puzzled, waiting for the floating abbot leader to ask another question. Arianna clearly understood what "greater talent" meant, and without any change in expression, inquired, "Who is your会长?" Herwin Lembis revealed a look of recollection. "He has many identities and many names, yet as soon as I see him, I know he is the leader of our Psychological Alchemy Guild." "His current identity and name are: 'King of the Black Throne,' Balor Hopkins, one of the 'Four Kings of the Sea,' former dean of the Beckland Medical College, royal medical advisor, the now-deceased Paul Delaure, and the renowned recluse Eric Drake of the Zhong Suyina Sea." "King of the Black Throne"... Only now did Caine realize he had heard this title before, yet each time he had overlooked it, dismissed it, rarely recalled it. It suddenly struck him that this pirate king belonged to the 'Audience' path. He nodded with a growing sense of clarity. Arianna listened quietly and then asked, "What secret did King George III conceal within that 'Emperor of Blood' sanctuary?" Hewen Lambis, his expression slightly stunned, responded, "A crucial thing—he wishes to possess it, and this requires numerous sacrificial rituals." "What kind of thing?" Arianna asked immediately, without pause. Hewen Lambis paused, saying, "I... I don't remember..." He suddenly raised his hand, pressing it to the area of his soul as if in pain. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall the answer. Had it been Adam—or one of the angels from the 'Audience' path—who had 'cleansed' that memory? Kline watched with growing seriousness, increasingly convinced that the secret hidden within the ruins was far more significant than he had imagined. Arianna remained silent for a few seconds, then looked down at Kline and asked, "Do you have any questions?" After a moment's thought, Kline turned directly to Hewen Lambis and asked, "What are the names of the high-tier pharmaceuticals from the 'Audience' path?" Hewen Lambis' sense of distress eased, and he responded slowly: "Sequence 4: the 'Manipulator'; Sequence 3: the 'Dreamweaver'; Sequence 2: the 'Perceiver'; Sequence 1: the 'Writer.'" He omitted Sequence 0, the 'Idealist,' clearly unaware of it. "What is the elixir formula of the 'Manipulator'?" Although克莱恩 felt his question was somewhat ordinary compared to Lady Arianna's, he still asked. Herwin Lambis responded without hesitation, speaking with a tone of bewilderment: "The primary ingredient is either the complete brain of an elderly Mind Dragon, or the crystalline heart of a Treefolk Mentor, or the exceptional nature of a 'Manipulator' itself. "The auxiliary ingredients are 80 milliliters of the blood of an elderly Mind Dragon, three golden leaves from a Treefolk Mentor, and one drop of tears from each of seven different human or humanoid beings, each having experienced a profound emotional surge. "The ritual is to consume the elixir in a specific setting where at least ten thousand people are present, during the great emotional resonance among them." By comparison, the half-divine ritual following the "audience" path isn't that demanding at all... After all, the "audience" members can heal themselves and analyze their own conditions, effectively countering the madness and loss of control induced by the magic potion—so the ritual can be simplified somewhat. Kline nodded thoughtfully. "What is the magic potion formula of the 'Dreamweaver'?" "I don't know," said Hervin Lambis, shaking his head. Well... Kline then asked Hervin Lambis why he had personally come to Audrey, receiving the corresponding explanation. Then, he turned to Arianna and said, "I have no further questions." The questions he had, Hervin Lambis could not answer. Arianna gently pressed her right hand, returning Hervin Lambis' spirit to his body. Then, the angel looked at Kline calmly and said, "Do not use him as a secret vessel." "Until his remarkable traits are erased, it would be best not to use them in any creations." Of course, I don't want to be visited by Adam himself... Kline nodded sincerely. "I'll remember that, thank you, Madame Arianna."