For a brief moment, the cold night became unusually scorching, as if surging with an invisible magma. Yet, this soon returned to normal. "Red Angel," the spirit surveyed Caine with a calm, unbothered smile, as though nothing had happened. "Let me say it again—you possess a true gift for provoking. When Chalatu was ingesting the 'Sorcerer's' potion, he didn't dare pretend to be Amen before me." His tone carried not a single trace of anger, and he said nothing about why Chalatu had hesitated. Yet, under the weight of his gaze, Caine felt as though he had plunged deep into the heart of an ice glacier, every part of him chilled to the bone. This was his true sensation—though layered by his secret guise, the hair on his neck and back stood rigid with cold. Without needing any further words from Solon Einhorn Medici, Caine understood the unspoken meaning in his words: Anyone who dares to unsettle Him in such a manner shall immediately face the punishment of iron and blood. Standing before the "Red Angel" spirit, whose demeanor was restrained yet exuded an exceptionally high sense of stature, Kline couldn't help muttering a few thoughts to himself: If it weren't for the significant absorption of the "Sorcerer's" potion just now, I truly believed you possessed steel-like resolve and had recovered to at least Sequence 1 strength. Now, however, I'm fairly certain that your composed demeanor masks a deep sense of fear toward Amun—this clearly indicates your current standing is no more than Sequence 2. Moreover, I've already mentally prepared myself for the loss of one of my secret companions, as this absorption of the potion is a necessary sacrifice to expedite recovery. If Daniz were here, he'd be quick to call out "coward" a couple of times during this moment—no matter how many bottles of "Challenger" potion he drinks, he'd digest it swiftly. Kline didn't further agitate the "Red Angel" spirit, instead smiling and removing his single-lens spectacles: "During the time of Solomon, Chalatu should have already been an angel—how could he still be digesting the 'Sorcerer's' potion?" "I'm talking about Chalatu," Seren Ainhorn Medici replied casually. This matched the description given by the grandfather within Leonard... Klein nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, and moved on to the point: "Have you resolved the 'White Witch'?" "You think so?" the "Red Angel" spirit chuckled. "Also, be polite—since Caterina calls herself the 'White Saint,' let's not refer to her as a witch anymore." Politeness... a hunter emphasized politeness to me... At that very moment, Klein wanted to twitch his嘴角, expressing his inner absurdity, but ultimately held it in. It seems that 'challenging' isn't only achieved through mockery or harsh words—ah, Daniz, who only ever utters a single sentence of criticism, truly embodies the shame of a hunter... As he thought, Klein began: "I've fulfilled my promise. I believe you won't mind a small compensation." "Compensation?" "The Red Angel" spirit chuckled and asked, "What about that?" Klein didn't pay attention to its tone, and continued speaking: "I'd like to communicate with the spirit of 'The White Witch' and ask her a few questions." "Only that?" "The Red Angel" spirit asked, clearly amused. Klein nodded. "Yes." "Alright," said Solon Einhorn Medici, raising his right hand and reaching toward his brow, where he pulled out a slightly blurred, ethereal figure—none other than the expressionless, still trembling spirit of the "White Saintess" Catriona. "Could we have a private conversation?" Klein asked, glancing around. "The Red Angel" immediately smiled. "Shall we need a separate room?" "Think about it," the spirit replied. "Even if you try to hide the questions you've asked, I can still learn everything through Catriona's spirit. Unless, of course, you don't intend to return her to me? Or are you perhaps a boy who values ceremony?" "...Caine caused the mysterious figure to respond with an expressionless demeanor: 'I have a way to make her forget my questions.' This was both truth and a lie. The truth lay in the fact that Caine could indeed leverage the extraordinary ability of Herwin Lambis—the 'Master of Manipulation'—to achieve this, though it was relatively difficult, with a high failure rate and significant negative consequences. The lie stemmed from the fact that Caine had no intention of doing so, as it would reveal numerous crucial details. His sole purpose in uttering these words was to make the 'Red Angel' spirit suspect that the questions posed were not fully transparent, believing there to be a hidden layer beneath the surface, thereby diminishing the importance of the explicit inquiries. This strategy proved particularly effective for someone inclined to doubt. Of course, Caine did not expect this to succeed with certainty, given that his counterpart was the 'Red Angel,' the steward of 'plots.' 'Indeed,' said Solon Einhorn Medici, as he listened to Caine's response, and suddenly, his form vanished, reflected upon the glass window. Klein glanced at the blood now solidified into gray stone, regretfully guiding the somewhat foggy "White Witch" Catriona away from the glass, toward a dimly lit alley. He then produced candles, essential oils, and herb powders, set up the altar, and prayed to the "Goddess of Night," hoping that through the ritual magic he could achieve spiritual communion— a skill he had mastered during his years as a Night Watcher. As the ritual unfolded, a vast, terrifying, and profoundly hidden force descended from an indescribable height, rendering the surroundings unusually still. Klein's eyes instantly deepened to a profound black, as if condensed into a single night. Around Catriona's spirit, he then perceived additional elements—faint, shimmering, hazy storms of consciousness. With ease navigating through these obstacles, he faced directly into the mind of the "White Witch." "Has the alliance between the Witchhood and King George III come to an end?" Klein didn't rush—he began with less sensitive questions to observe Catherine's state. Some of the haze and confusion on her face faded, and she smiled warmly, nodding firmly: "Yes." "Then, why are you still in Beckett?" Klein asked further. Catherine responded with a serious expression: "I'm pursuing Thelis; she took an important seal with her." "What kind of seal?" Klein immediately recalled the distinctive blue sapphire ring that the witch Thelis had once worn on her finger. "Catherine, the White Witch," said with deep reverence, "this seal is tied to the original awakening. It holds a high rank—specifically, a level zero—and while it doesn't possess special powers beyond that, its significance lies in its inherent status." Indeed, it's connected to the "Primordial Witch"... You've even renamed Trish to Trishick. Klein didn't reveal his knowledge of the true name of the "Primordial Witch," but instead asked, "Do you know the locations of George III's other eight mausoleums?" Katrina furrowed her brows, her expression endearing. "In the southwestern outskirts of Beckland, in the Ahova County, in the eastern Chester County..." The "White Witch" first briefly mentioned the locations of the eight tombs, then went on to provide more detailed information about their specific positions and conditions: "The eight tombs have already been restored and their 'transportation' channels have been temporarily shut down. Even with the appropriate incantations, they cannot be reactivated. It's nearly impossible to reach them from outside..." "Only the Prince Groves, the Duchess Georgina, the two royal angels, and King George III can still enter..." Hmm, that part aligns well with what I expected—Chunus Colg's hunting grounds. This confirms that the 'White Witch' has not been lying. I'll return to the Gray Mists to verify this further. If this is indeed the case, it will be quite troublesome. Under the current circumstances, both Prince Groves and Duchess Georgina are certainly within the angels' sight. The real challenge lies in gaining access to the tombs themselves. Once inside, the threat becomes manageable. The war has already begun, and the resistance against the Fsaq people is ongoing. "In fact, not only that—George III himself might very well be." Caterina, the White Witch, answered honestly. "The two angels: one is William I, the founder of the Kingdom of Run, the 'Protector' who survived the Fourth Age, the one known as the 'Arbiter' sequence 1, 'Hand of Order'; the other is Drinker Augustus, the former Duke of South Wil, known as the 'Arbiter' sequence 2, 'Balancer.' As for how many 'Level 0' seals the royal family holds, I'm not certain." Is that the 'Founder' still alive on the ten-pound banknote? History has truly stepped into reality... After finishing his thoughts, Kline nodded and asked, "Why have you chosen to cooperate with George III?" "For a remarkable trait of a 'Conqueror'—we now possess it," Caterina's expression grew slightly animated. "Conqueror" is the name of the magical potion in the 'Red Priest' sequence 1! "Will it be offered to the 'Primordial Witch,' or to one of your order's senior figures?" Caine pondered, following up, "Could you tell me more about your senior figures?" "It will be sacrificed to the Primordial, but first, the sealings taken by Trist must be recovered. Currently, they are held by the 'Black Saint.' All our senior figures are designated by color." Katrinas replied truthfully. A few seconds later, Sorren Einhorn Medici, dressed in a long robe of black with red patterns, stepped out of the "Mirror" together with "The White Witch" Caterina, who appeared vivid and corporeal, showing absolutely no signs of having died. "You mean he was asking George III about the other eight secret tombs? The power of 'clairvoyance' stems from the night?" The "Red Angel" spirit ran a hand over his chin and turned to Caterina. "Yes," Caterina nodded gently. "Hm," the "Red Angel" spirit chuckled, "so he's trying to prevent George III from becoming the 'Black Emperor.' " Caterina's eyes sparkled with a subtle smile. "But that's impossible. Even if he improves rapidly and gains substantial support, he simply cannot stand against the combined forces of the royal family, the military, and that organization. No—merely the Augustan family itself—given his current level and strength, it would be impossible to challenge them unless the Night itself personally intervenes." "Having said that, this 'White Witch' asked seemingly casually, "I'm quite surprised that, after securing such a decisive advantage, you didn't simply kill me right away." The 'Red Angel' spirit glanced at her and slowly smiled, "Do you truly believe you're worthy of being my ultimate target?" PS: Recommend a book by Jin Xunzhe, a god of web fiction during the early days of online novels. The title is *The Sword That Seizes the Commander*. A sports prodigy, blessed with true love by the god of love, ends up falling in love with the sword, and in a world where martial arts competitions reign supreme, he rises to the pinnacle through rebirth.