Fully assimilated? That makes sense—after all, it's a hypnotherapeutic demi-god. While the "Steward of Operations" seal has helped open the door to the mind-body, the actual modifications and implantations of consciousness still need to be handled personally. A misstep could trigger strong resistance, leading to failure. The more fully immersed in the role, the faster the assimilation occurs. Kline nodded gently, his tone appreciative. "That's a good development—especially under the current circumstances." Audrey understood what the "World" meant. Amidst the storm originating from the "Imaginary Angel" Adam and King George III, even though she stood on the periphery, she had felt her fragility and helplessness vividly, eager to strengthen herself. She murmured, "I'll push the 'Sun' to make terms, finalize the transaction, and advance to Sequence 5 as soon as possible. Then, I hope to receive the protection of the 'Fool' gentleman, so I can remain clear-headed in my dreams." Klein had already anticipated this, and smiled. "Actually, you don't need to wait that long. As early as tomorrow, and no later than Friday, I can sell you one of the extraordinary traits of a 'Dream Walker.'" Since this was a private conversation, Klein didn't adopt the persona of "The World," deliberately keeping his voice slightly hoarse and only subtly reserved. "Really?" Audrey's eyes widened, her surprise unmistakable. Klein nodded. "This comes directly from Hervin Lambis." "The 'Cardinal' has just acquired a new cross that enables the gradual unfolding of extraordinary traits." He spoke briefly, omitting specific steps and offering only a minimal explanation, maintaining a certain coldness characteristic of Germain Sparo. "Ah, so that's how it is..." Audrey suddenly smiled, her expression brightening as she pressed her chest. "Praise the 'Cardinal'! And thank you, 'World' sir." "Two thanks, indeed..." Klein smiled lightly in his heart, yet spoke calmly on the surface. "This is merely a transaction." He silently muttered under his breath. "Something that needs to be paid..." Audrey's smile remained unchanged, and she asked, "Then what do you need?" "A sequence-5 extraordinary ability, 8,000 pounds," Klein chose something that the Lady Justice could raise most swiftly. Audrey didn't pay much attention to the price; she thought for a moment, her eyes glinting slightly. "Could you also sell me the separated 'hypnotist' ability?" She then offered a slightly shy smile. "It's for Suzy—this time, truly thanks to her." "Indeed," Klein replied, "the higher her level, the greater the support she can offer. And I'll do the same for her." "Alright, 4,000 pounds," Klein said, already anticipating this. In his scheme, the stepwise separation until "hypnotist" could be halted—no further separation was needed. He would keep the "World Without Dark Cross" in place long-term, allowing the remaining qualities to emerge and take form all at once. "Totally 12,000 pounds?" Audrey repeated it as a confirmation, feeling no significant pressure. Since there had been little major expenditure in the first few months, her accumulated cash reserves amounted to nearly 10,000 pounds, easily sufficient to meet the request. Seeing Germaine Sparrow from "World" nod in agreement, she sighed with relief and said: "I'll have it paid by Friday." "Once this matter was settled, her spirits, already lifted by the resolution of Herwin Lambis, grew even brighter. In a casual tone, she said: 'I'll also purchase the intact brain of the mature Mind Dragon from 'The Sun,' though not as urgently—Suzy won't be able to fully absorb the 'Sleeper' potion that quickly...' At this point, Audrey shyly glanced at Mr. World: 'What will Herwin Lambis's half-divine nature be exchanged for?' "After answering, she asked with genuine interest: 'This is similar to how Hugh has accumulated contributions at MI9, isn't it?' 'Yes,' said Kline, giving a confirming response. 'The same method is used within each major church.' Audrey nodded thoughtfully, and then asked curiously: 'Mr. World, do you know the specific names of the high-sequence magical elixirs through the "Audience" pathway?' Kline replied simply: 'The Controller, the Dreamweaver, the Observer, the Writer, and Sequence 0, the Idealist.' ...Just hearing the names is already so exciting—especially 'Writer' and 'Idealist'... Audrey paused to reflect, then gently steered the conversation back on track: 'Has Hewin Lambis mentioned the king's secret? And, more importantly, what exactly are they helping the king achieve?' She was both helping Hugh with this question and genuinely curious about it herself. 'What about the king's secret?' He wished to circumvent the three ancient pacts forged between the Divine Church and royal houses throughout the ages, thereby becoming a half-divine being—thus, he would need to undertake numerous sacrificial rites to master a crucial artifact within the ruins of the "Blood Emperor." Ah, that's Hwen Lambis's response—but it may not be the full truth; it might merely be a part of it." Kline replied while offering his own perspective. "As for the Psychological Alchemists, or the 'Dusk Monks,' what they require is a world-spanning war—one that they are tirelessly advocating for, a war they hope will define the era. "A world-spanning war…" Audrey murmured, repeating it softly, her elegant brows slightly furrowed, her earlier delight now dimming. Though, in her position and status, she had not yet personally experienced the grim realities of war, she was no longer a delicate flower in a greenhouse—she could already envision its full weight. After a brief silence, Audrey took a slightly noticeable breath, striving to smile and said, "I hope we can prevent all of this." Following a few more exchanges, she stepped back from the misty realm and returned to the real world, while Caine busily gathered materials—fresh water, sap, herb powders, the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunters, and the dust of the Spirit Realm Conquerors—to "dissolve" the extraordinary qualities of Hewen Lambis, crafting a potion that, though hard to name, was surely fraught with issues. Then, he selected an ordinary glass bottle, poured the potion into it, and observed what kind of seal would ultimately emerge. This process required a considerable amount of time. Caine drew upon the mysterious powers of the realm above the mist, establishing a spherical containment shield around the bottle to prevent the transformed substance from affecting the surrounding area. Only then did he return to 160 Berkland Street, ready to summon the "magic mirror" Arordes to inquire about the information on the two extraordinary beings—the "Fuggen Dog" and the "Mist-Wolf." As time passed, the high clouds thickened, the sun once again obscured, and Beckland grew as cold and dim as it had been in the morning. Standing before his desk, gazing out at the sky, Kaine suddenly felt as though both himself and the Night Church had overlooked a crucial issue. Their investigations had proceeded smoothly, and the information gathered had deepened steadily, yet for some reason, an undercurrent of unease persisted. This was not a sense of being influenced or misled—it was a genuine uncertainty, one that even reaching the gray mist above could not resolve. Divination often pointed toward something… Kaine steadied his thoughts, unfolded the paper, picked up his pen, and sketched a complex symbol that blended the elements of "concealment" and "observation." One, two… it wasn't until seven or eight seconds later that the surface of the full-length mirror deepened, shimmered with water-like light, and coalesced into silver words: "Most High, Most Gracious, Most Merciful Lord, I, Araldus, your humble, devoted, and modest servant, have come in response to your call. 'I have come a little late—I am now a Level One Sealed Entity. To bypass the isolation protocols, it takes time. I beg your indulgence, Most Gracious Lord.' 'Are you a Level One Sealed Entity?' Kline asked, surprised. He already imagined the news circulating within the Steam Church: the mirror, known for its love of interactive dialogue, had suddenly gone berserk! The silver words on the mirror's surface flowed and reorganized, forming new text: 'Is this, then, a question, Most Gracious Lord?' Kline had intended to reply 'No,' but to maintain his composure, he nodded instead: 'Yes.' "Arordes manifested a series of words: 'I am not yet a true Level-1 Sealing Object. I have merely enjoyed the privileges of one in advance, primarily because Level-1 Sealing Objects need to notify other churches and have their rankings reorganized. The Steam Church does not wish to undertake that task.'" Ah, that makes sense... Caine nodded gently. "I understand now." The surface of the full-length mirror shimmered once more, and new silver words took shape: "Most High Lord, what question would you like to put to your faithful servant Arordes this time?" "Tell me about the Dog of Fugon and the Mist-Wolf," Caine asked without hesitation, completely unaware that this actually constituted two separate inquiries. On the mirror's surface, the silver words began to move as if alive, shifting and reshaping themselves: "FuGen's dogs are a unique type of spiritual being that exist within the gaps of history. Even the Seven Lights can only know of them, unable to truly interact with them unless they themselves step out of these historical gaps and attempt to hunt. Even then, the ones they encounter might merely be projections from their past... 'Wraith Wolves of the Mist' are high-ranking magical wolves, having endured the fall of ancient gods, great catastrophes, and the successive hunts by the House of Chalat and the House of Antigonus, as well as the Night Church. The surviving ones are now exceedingly rare, and all of them are masters of counter-divination and deception—thus, not easily found." That is to say, the Night Church might very well possess materials or artifacts related to the Wraith Wolves. With such resources, one could journey to the spiritual realm, leveraging their extraordinary properties and the Law of Coalescence to restore their innate instincts and 'fish' out the FuGen's dogs—Clayne began to form a clear plan as he watched.