It was just after six in the morning when the entire Beckland still remained dark and quiet, most areas illuminated only by the glow of gas streetlamps. Clary, dressed in pajamas, sat on his bed, gazing at the messenger girl standing to the side with four heads, rubbing his temple with a look of considerable frustration. "Who sent this letter?" he asked. "Doesn't this make it impossible to sleep?" The three golden-haired, red-eyed heads in Rynette Tynecor's hands responded in turn: "You..." "That..." "Not..." "the..." "servants..." Darniz—once it was midnight prayers, now it's morning letters. Clary took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then accepted the letter from the messenger. As he unfolded it, his expression grew increasingly serious, for Darniz and Andersen had indeed found the whereabouts of "the one afflicted" at a particularly inauspicious time. According to Klein's assessment, it won't be long before the pirate general and "White Witch" Caterina regain their freedom, no longer hiding in the shadows and becoming easier to locate. At present, to deal with the intelligence broker Baz and secure the item that will enable contact with Tracie, the most likely outcome is to startle the target, causing her to remain concealed. Of course, Klein can seek assistance from the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette to obtain a method of locking onto the opposing "Sick General" through a mirror. However, the issue lies in his suspicion that the target's hiding place is a key stronghold of the witch's order—possibly even the very headquarters where the "Level 0" seal items are stored. In such a case, even if Klein confirms Tracie's whereabouts, he would hesitate to "transport" her directly, thus only increasing the pirate general's vigilance. Should Klein fail to make contact at this moment, regardless of Baz's fate—alive or dead—the situation will inevitably become known by dawn, prompting Tracie to remain alert. Indeed... but that's also because Anderson and Daniz don't fully understand the truth, don't grasp the evolving situation within the Kingdom of Roon. Klein thought for a moment, then turned to the messenger lady standing beside him and said, "Wait a moment, I'll write a reply." He had originally intended to simply "transmit" his message and settle on the next steps, but after further consideration, he decided to write a letter instead—though he believed that Charatu wouldn't waste time on such an obvious "lure" as Daniz, he still felt it prudent to be cautious. Charatu's lack of interest didn't necessarily mean the same would hold true for His network of secret members. As a major, well-organized body, there were surely several semi-divine saints within the order. Once they became engaged, things could quickly turn complicated. "Very well," the lady with the previously silent head responded promptly. Caine turned over in bed, rose, and walked into the adjacent room, pulling out paper and pen, writing smoothly: "Arrange for Baz to remain unconscious until morning." Then, he immediately left his room, distancing himself as far as possible—there, he sensed a significant danger. "Once it's light, monitor Baz again, but do not disturb him." Germán Sparo hadn't come at all... Daniz took the reply letter with a slight surprise, then handed a gold coin to the messenger. Only after the figure in the dark, flowing gown, with four heads, had disappeared around the corner did he unfold the letter and scan it quickly. There's danger! Daniz's pupils dilated suddenly, as if scalded on the back of his seat, and he rushed toward the door. Outside the room, he turned to Anderson, who stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette that hadn't yet been lit. "Hurry! There's serious danger here!" "...Did Germán Sparo say that?" Anderson paused, thoughtfully. "You? Hm." Daniz instinctively replied. "How do you know? Couldn't it have been something I noticed?" "You? Hm," Anderson chuckled, relaxed and inquisitive. "What else did he say?" "You don't seem at all concerned. Germán Sparo is still very reliable in matters like this." "Danzis is completely off track," Anderson said, pausing. "My messenger is more reliable—at least for these few minutes while he's coming and going, there won't be any danger here." If there were any real danger, he'd retreat silently the moment he saw the messenger. "..." Danzis had intended to reply that it looked that way, but for some reason, he simply let that thought go. Instead, he said, "Germán Sparo also said to keep Baz unconscious until morning, so we can monitor him once the sun rises—without exposing ourselves." "..." Anderson's brow furrowed slightly. "He wants to do what? Once the sun rises, won't the hidden danger be gone?" Before Danzis could respond, the strongest hunter from the Mists Sea turned and entered the room, pulling from his belt a small metal bottle, removing the stopper, and gently moving it back and forth near Baz's nose. "All set. Let's go." Anderson didn't conceal his curiosity as he glanced around the room, then led Daniz out of Baz's room and away. ........ In the Beckettland estate, a luxurious manor in the Queens district, at 7:25, Audrey suddenly awoke from her dream. She had dreamed of endless gray mist, and of "the World," Germán Sparro, asking her to help hypnotize someone, to have the target forget everything that had happened in the past six hours, and to inquire about the staff of a secret island. This was a way to accumulate contributions toward the "Manipulator" potion recipes and extraordinary traits—indeed, "the World" had also announced that an additional 7,000 pounds would be donated for war-related medical care. Audrey moved gently, getting out of bed and dressing in a blue-green cloak over her white nightgown. Then, as instructed by Germán Sparro, she arranged the ritual and prayed for the blessing of the "Knight of Cups." The portal of illusion quickly took shape and opened, and three things emerged, landing upon the altar. First, a thin pair of human skin gloves; second, a sheet of white paper bearing the "instructions for use"; and third, a stack of banknotes, not tied but neatly arranged. Was this the "creeping hunger"? Odile studied the altar with appreciation, expressing her thanks to the "Knight of Pentacles." Then, she donned the gloves and followed the instructions, summoning the spirit of the "traveler." As the gloves became transparent, Odile suddenly saw a celestial angel with twelve pairs of flame wings materialize before her. Had the "World" gentleman summoned this "angelic presence" to disrupt the divinations and prophecies targeting the scene, thus ensuring her identity would remain concealed? Odile's eyes flickered slightly, and she swiftly transformed her pre-prepared "lie" into a silver-white mask, donning it upon her face. Immediately thereafter, she began the "transmission" according to the spiritual coordinates provided by the "World," Germain Spalro. During this process, the extraordinary and magnificent landscapes of the spirit realm, along with various strange and unusual creatures, left a deep impression on Audrey. Yet before she could take the time to observe them closely, the vivid, layered scenes of the destination swiftly faded into the ordinary, while the outside setting remained still at night. A sense of wonder and freshness reminiscent of her initial entry into the world of mysticism returned. Audrey reflected on her psychological state and shifted her focus to the man lying on the floor of the room. He was a man whose mental body was particularly fragile—someone easily entranced, even without any extraordinary abilities. "Suggestion" was no challenge for Audrey, so she decided, in order to aid the digestion of the magical potion, to use dream work in conjunction with the process of suggestion. Baz, unconscious, had a dream of a vague female figure, whom he believed to be the most beautiful woman in the world—the perfect state that Tracy, in the midst of illness, could ever attain. He chased her wildly, running back and forth across the fields, hills, and peaks, yet could not catch her, as though he had inadvertently left behind something crucial. After an indeterminate length of time, he awoke weary, slowly recalling the events of the night: having been in a bad mood due to losing money, he had only consumed half a bottle of rich, robust white wine before falling into a stupor, and thus still felt a dull ache behind his temples. He had also bumped his back of the head. Maz gently massaged the swollen, aching area and slowly made his way back to the bed, where he collapsed and fell asleep once more. Audrey, who had achieved a more gentle form of hypnosis through her "dream-walker" ability, had already, as instructed by the "World" Germaine Sparrow, fully restored the scene, leaving no trace of doubt. That is the skill of a seasoned observer. Then, she "transmitted" back to Beckland, offering the "creeping hunger" as a sacrifice to Mr. The Fool. The entire process stirred scarcely a ripple, and the extraordinary members of the Night Church, who had been guarding the Earl's family, remained completely unaware. After tidying up all traces, Audrey rang the bell to summon the waiting maids. "Madam, we've just received a message from the 'Charitable Education Fund,'" said her personal maid, Anne, while gesturing for the other maids to begin their duties. "What message?" Audrey read surprise, bewilderment, disbelief, along with a clear sense of joy and curiosity in Anne's tone. Anne replied swiftly: "The Miss Yudora, who had been expected to require amputation, has fully recovered—she's as if she'd never been injured. Truly, this is a medical miracle!" Audrey was equally stunned, with a faint sense of intuition, yet uncertain, lacking sufficient clues and evidence. "And here's something even more astonishing," Anne said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she spoke, "all the critically ill patients in that ward have recovered! I heard that, I heard that there's a ghost wandering the corridors at night—one with mushrooms growing on one side of its face and weeds on the other. It feeds on illness, injury, and sorrow. Whether it's real or not, it's certainly frightening." "Mushrooms... weeds..." Audrey repeated the two words, momentarily at a loss for thought.