Unveiling the "paper angel" figures, Caine poured the demon's blood into the ceramic vessel and stirred it thoroughly with the materialized glass rod. "Ah, finally gathered everything," he murmured, gazing at it for several seconds before adding a quiet remark. This way, before King George III performed his ritual, he still had ample time to make additional preparations. As for whether the blood of the "Assassin" and the "Demon" would still retain a connection to their original owners, Caine didn't care—since he had confirmed that the original holders of both blood samples had already passed away. ——He had consulted the origins of the "Assassin's" blood to determine whether it belonged to the witch Trist, and if so, whether to preserve a portion and later apply it to the surface of *The Glosel Traveler*. The result was disappointing, yet entirely unsurprising; Caine had long known that Trist was as cautious and meticulous as himself. Witches also have a "Suggester" archetype, requiring a similarly high level of intelligence... Hmm, both the "Suggester" and "Conspirator" magic potions should boost intelligence—otherwise, Daniz's future looks rather precarious. While thinking this, Caine tossed the ceramic jar aside into the pile of clutter. He then returned to the present, reviewing the detailed ritual provided by the witch Trist. This ritual enables Caine to speak with the "Gatekeeper" during the full moon. "Nine types of gemstones... Is that perhaps a bit extravagant?" Caine murmured as he read. As a wealthy man who had donated generously and still held nearly three thousand pounds in cash—four thousand pounds in bills, fifteen thousand pounds worth of gold bars, thirty-five gold coins, and some smaller denominations—he wasn't particularly short of funds. He simply found it a bit wasteful. After thinking for a few seconds, Caine decided to first try using the images from the historical fissure as a substitute—he didn’t particularly intend to please Mr. Door. Once the ritual was complete and the gemstone vanished, Mr. Door would have little recourse against him. If that failed, he’d then consider purchasing one from a jewelry store. Caine stood up and set up the ritual in the room outside his rental apartment. After completing the other preparations, he extended his right hand and, slowly and heavily, reached out into the air before him. From the atmosphere, he plucked a sturdy, ancient bronze key. This was the essential item—the universal key—for summoning Mr. Door. Then, with a serious demeanor, Caine reached again, this time pulling an object from the void. The object radiated a calm glow, shaped like a crescent moon, with a series of deep crimson gemstones set around its circumference, and at its center, a lunar symbol and various mysterious patterns. "The Deep Crimson Coronet!" The Deep Crimson Coronet currently belonging to Sharon! It creates the effect of a full moon, allowing the holder of the "universal key" to hear the murmurs of the "Gate" gentleman. If all Klein wished was to hear what the "Gate" gentleman was calling out, this would be sufficient—no further ceremony would be needed. But his goal is to engage in dialogue with the King of Angels, so he must proceed with the ritual as planned. After placing both the "universal key" and the "deep crimson crown" upon the altar, Klein recalled and once again extended his right hand, plucking at the air before him. This time, he produced a magnificent necklace, adorned with scattered diamonds and set with an emerald heart. "Hmm... The experiences of the identity of D'Artagnan truly prove useful. Otherwise, how could I have gained access to so many upper-class women, danced with them, and observed the various styles and materials of jewelry? Without such close, personal exposure, how could I now so effortlessly summon the corresponding historical image fragments?" "This will last for a minute or so—more than enough..."克莱恩心中满意地感叹了几句，随即又振作精神，伸出右手，准备从过去认识的那些小姐和夫人身上凑齐所需的九种宝石。下一秒，他的手悬在半空，神情变得颇为古怪。"Ah, I've almost forgotten that I can only maintain three images drawn from the historical rifts right now... What shall I do? Replace this necklace and find a piece of jewelry with at least nine gems? Hmm, let me recall—yes, I can use the 'Dream Divination Method' to remember... Is it precisely this situation that the 'Dream Divination Method' is meant for? The 'Seer' and the 'Ancient Scholar' seem such a well-matched pair—indeed, this is a form of the most refined magic..." As his thoughts flowed,克莱恩正准备找张椅子坐下，开始占卜，忽然皱起了眉头。他察觉到一点不对。 Under normal circumstances, he couldn't have forgotten that he could only summon images from three historical rifts at once. "Is this a subtle spiritual warning?" Kline glanced at the 'Universal Key' and the 'Deep Crimson Coronet' on the altar, then gently waved his right hand, making them vanish. He then stepped backward four paces, recited the name of the deity, and arrived upon the gray mist, settling into the seat designated for the 'Fool'. He materialized a quill and ink, then carefully wrote: "There is danger in conversing with the 'Gatekeeper' at present." This divination clearly points toward the 'Gatekeeper,' likely bringing some resistance against Kline, but since Kline now has a firm grasp of the 'Source Citadel' and can summon angelic-level forces, he believes he can withstand it—after all, the 'Gatekeeper' is currently in a state of exile and sealed. He unfastened the pendulum tucked inside his left sleeve, held it in his left hand, and let it dangle just above the passage of words, nearly touching the surface of the paper. He then closed his eyes and silently recited the divination phrases seven times, his spirit tightly tensed. In the stillness, a shadow suddenly flashed across his mind, completely obscuring his inspiration. He quickly opened his eyes to find the yellow crystal pendant had turned to powder. "Since I've initially mastered 'The Source Fortress,' certain divinations have become more subtle and less likely to cause unexpected incidents?" He paused, wondering whether this change stemmed from concerns related to his own safety, or from the narrowing gap between himself and the 'Gate' gentleman—of course, referring to the 'Gate' gentleman in his sealed state… or perhaps a combination of both? "This result indicates that current conversations with the 'Gate' gentleman now carry an unbearable level of danger. Why is that?" Clenching his brows, he could not make a coherent inference or find a reasonable explanation. After a while, he leaned back against the high-back chair, shook his head, and sighed, abandoning his original intention. "There's only so much I can prepare elsewhere..." With a gentle palm press, the yellow crystal pendant instantly restored itself, for it was merely a projection of its true form upon the gray mist. Inspired by the changes observed during the recent divination, Klein began to suspect that the twisted, translucent worm he had been watching on the peak of the Honaquis Mountains might no longer be as dangerous as it once was. "It's likely an Antigonus family Sequence 1 Angel—perhaps even the 'half-fool' we mentioned to Leonard and me. If my observation can continue a bit longer, there's a good chance I'll be able to directly decipher the Sequence 2 'Miracle-Worker' or Sequence 1 'Mysterious Servant' potion recipes. Of course, this is only one opportunity—what if the already completely mad creature undergoes some unforeseen transformation?... Once I've fully adapted to the 'Ancient Scholar' potion, I'll give it a try." Klein rubbed his temple, then vanished into the gray mist. After returning to the real world, he didn't immediately go about tidying up the altar. Instead, he sat down in the chair and seriously pondered what unconventional preparations he could still make. He immediately produced a wallet, drew out a paper crane, and wrote with a pencil on its surface: "Give me some luck, and I'll bring you ice cream from Serenzo Restaurant." Folding the crane neatly, Caine entered the inner room, lay down on the bed, and restored his spirit in the way of sleeping. In his hazy dreams, he saw slender, silvery-white snakes forming a response: "Five!" "Alright," Caine smiled, making the promise. The next moment, he woke up. Turning over and sitting up, Caine extended his right hand again, catching ten times in succession. Yet all efforts failed! "There's enough luck, yet it still isn't enough... the difficulty is simply too high..." Subconsciously, Caine reached to lightly tap the bedrail with his fingers, but immediately restrained himself, as that gesture belonged to his habit in the gray mist and was unsuitable for the real world. After pacing back and forth for a long time and carefully considering various connections, Caine finally left his bedroom, carrying an object back to the real world using the unattended altar outside. It was an ancient book bound in vellum, with a deep brown cover—the *Travels of Grolse*. This was the "0–08" before Amun's brother took it. PS: Recommend a book, "Player Supreme Justice," by Kibou Jitsu, the author of "Silver Blood." The ability system and the dungeons are particularly engaging.