Emlin's gaze instinctively drifted toward the tall stool on the other side of the room, where he spotted the "refined doll." A blend of astonishment, admiration, and fervor flashed in his eyes; his mouth opened slightly, as if he had nearly asked where such a doll could be purchased or who had crafted it. Yet, having already grown into adulthood and experienced many things, he understood that raising such a question in this setting would be highly inappropriate. He resolved to inquire later, after the matter at hand had been discussed. Sharon's brow furrowed only slightly, then floated gently, bowing to Renette Tiniel and Sherlock Moriaty. "No need for small talk," said Caine simply. "Our plan is as follows..." He outlined his strategy of projecting himself through historical records, thereby actively setting a trap to draw the attention of the Rose School. Sharon, wearing a soft black hat, listened quietly and said in a slightly wavering voice, "They might not fall for it. Once she discovered the attacker, the 'King of the Wizards' likely chose to retreat, protected by the seal or the angels' presence." That would only involve a portion of the Rose Order's forces. Before either Caine or Emlyn could respond, Renette Tynicor's four heads and four mouths spoke rapidly in a coordinated stream: "They... " "mainly... " "focused on... " "their... " "objectives... " "should be... " "mine... " Emlyn found herself slightly puzzled, yet clearly sensed that the spirit-being summoned by Germain Spalro held considerable status and had close ties to the Rose Order's Discipline branch. Also... even if the mother tree values me, the arrangement is most likely to attract only the messenger lady... After a brief pause, Caine offered a supplementary proposal: "Madam, you and I will jointly assault the other 'King of Wizards,' using the historical gap imagery."... How much respect Gelman Sparrow holds for this spirit-being! Just as Emlin had formed this thought, he noticed the eight eyes on the four heads simultaneously scanning him. Unaccountably, he shivered and instinctively joined the discussion: "Will this succeed with the Rosicrucians?" Since Caine had proposed this, he must have already devised a corresponding solution: "I have an item that I can lend to Madam Tynicol." Turning to Renette Tynicol, he added, "This item can simulate the extraordinary abilities that you perceive in your mind." "I hope you can use it to summon your past self, then enter a concealed state, transferring your consciousness into the projection. This way, the Rosicrucian order will be unable to detect any anomalies for a short period and will likely fall into the trap, gathering their strength to surround and eliminate you and me, giving Sharon and Emlyn the opportunity to strike unexpectedly. 'Should they be more cautious than I anticipated...' Kline paused, offering a slight smile. 'Then, during that brief interval, with you and I at our peak performance working together under the protection of the seal, we stand a real chance of defeating a 'King of Magic.' The current priority is whether you have a sufficient understanding of your exceptional abilities—namely, the capacity to project images of historical rifts and to transition into a concealed state. I can demonstrate the former; as for the latter, I will find a way to facilitate it." Renee Tini科尔 nodded her four heads up and down in unison: "I...""Can...""Not...""Have...""Any major issues." "The overall direction is clear—details can be settled over the coming days," Cline said, speaking concisely. Sharon gave a barely perceptible nod: "The most crucial remaining element is intelligence. The teacher can provide some of it; the rest will be obtained through magical mirror divination." Marijch added: "I remember the symbol you originally drew." "And I recall that the hidden presence raised the questions without being overly intrusive, nor did it cause much embarrassment." Emlin thought for a moment, then asked cautiously: "How will communication be maintained between the two sides? "If the timing isn't precisely managed, the entire plan will surely fail." The bloodline's 'Rose Vow' rings are unable to transmit sight, sound, or thought across such a distance. Sharon glanced at Rynette Tini科尔 and said, "The Teacher's true form can remain with us. When He enters the concealed state for ten seconds, we will initiate our actions. Once He emerges from concealment, regardless of success, we will immediately depart." He... Emlyn was startled, instinctively turning his head to glance at Germain Sparo. He remembered clearly that this "He" had been summoned by the "World" gentleman. What a remarkable presence... Emlyn wasn't sure whether he was speaking about the ethereal being or Germain Sparo himself. "Once you've gathered all the information, you'll meet again," Klein remarked, as the time had now nearly passed. He then removed his hat and excused himself, leaving the room. Emlyn's lips moved slightly, but ultimately asked nothing, and followed Germain Sparo out of the house where Sharon and Mariqi were. The messenger girl didn't ask for gold coins... She's been busy serving Him—indeed, no charge should be expected. If there were any charges, then the gold coins I'm carrying are merely historical projections, and I'd have to rely on Emlyn. To be honest, the "Ring of Spirit" Emlyn offered to the "Magician" lady has proven quite effective—it not only enhances her spiritual vitality but also accelerates her recovery, enabling her to endure this far. As克莱恩 was just forming a series of thoughts in his mind, Emlyn White asked with a slightly puzzled tone, "That lady, I mean, Ms. Sharon—is she a Sequence 4 Half-God on the 'Other Path'?" "Yes," said克莱恩, kindly offering a reminder. "Her potion is called 'The Puppet.'" Emlyn immediately understood, paused for two seconds, and then said, with a slightly complex expression, "If only she were completely silent and motionless, that would be perfect." …If it weren’t for the Clown’s exceptional emotional management skills, Crane would have nearly sprayed Emlyn with saliva. He had expected Emlyn to praise Lady Sharon’s beauty and doll-like qualities, expressing deep admiration and fervor—instead… I simply can’t comprehend his mental world. After suppressing the urge to let out a soft “puff,” Crane sincerely remarked to himself. Emlyn glanced at him, as if sensing his thoughts, and sighed, “What are your two favorite things?” Given Germaine Spalro’s established persona, this question seemed rather mundane—yet Crane, being Sherlock Holmes Moriarty himself and a friend of Emlyn’s, thought it over as they walked down the alley. “Money and fine food,” he said casually. “Then allow me to present you with a stack of edible pounds—will that please you?” "Emlyn showed no fear—no hesitation—like the 'Magician's' lady might have toward a frantic adventurer—walking beside Germán Sparrow and pressing further. Caine imagined it, feeling that it both diminished the value of the pound and spoiled the visual appeal of the cuisine, so he shook his head slowly. "So...," Emlyn said, curling her lips, "though I admire both exquisite, elegant dolls and beautiful, pure young women, when they are combined, I often find it a bit strange. Indeed, each of my dolls has her own personality, her own story. If they suddenly come to life, not as I imagined, I would feel disappointed and concerned. Of course, if I had the opportunity to obtain the 'doll' potion and had each of them receive a little of it, I might very well try." As Emlyn expressed her conflicting thoughts, she came across as a true philosopher. If the Lady Justice were here, she would surely be able to analyze Emlyn's true psychological state from such a reaction. Before克莱恩 could respond, his figure instantly faded and vanished. ... At the house where Folsom and Thew resided. Folsom, leaning back against the armrest of the armchair by the fireplace, appeared pale, drawing the woolen blanket over herself and entering a deep state of sleep through meditation. Two hours later, she awoke refreshed, though a trace of fatigue remained on her face. This "magician" lady took a deep, slow breath and, once again, reached out, pulling out Germaine Spalro from the air in front of her— —half of her "recorded" semi-divine ability being the summoning of images from the historical rifts. Klein glanced at her, but didn't even nod, and simply "transmitted" himself out of the house, into an empty room of a hotel. Two hours ago, he had been busy with matters concerning Emlyn and Miss Sharon. This time, however, it was for himself—returning to Bekkanth. Without delay, Caine immediately produced his adventurer's flute, brought it to his lips, and blew a soft note. When the messenger lady once again stepped out of the void, Caine picked up the key points and recounted his intention to hunt the Udark Wolf. Finally, he asked, "Any suggestions?" All four of Rynette Tynicor's golden-haired, bright-eyed heads nodded in unison: "Bekkanth!" The answer was essentially the same as that of Palis Soloyasde. Caine remained puzzled and inquired, "How exactly?" "Unknown!" all four heads responded at once, in perfect harmony. Caine exhaled silently, thanked her, and said, "Thank you. You may now leave." "The golden-haired, red-eyed heads held by Renette Tini科尔 immediately responded: 'The bill...'" "The records...'" "1351..." "Year..." "9..." "Month..." "Germann..." "Spalro..." "Owing..." "Me..." "One..." "gold coin..." As soon as she finished speaking, her form became translucent and she returned to the spiritual realm. '...' Kline stood motionless for two seconds, then slowly reached into the inner pocket of his clothing and withdrew a wallet, gently lifting a paper crane. 'I have a question to ask,' he wrote on the crane's surface with his carried steel pen. After completing all this, Kline lay down on the bed and fell into deep sleep. In the hazy, dreamlike world, he once again found himself inside the dark, slender tower, seeing Will Onsight lying in a black baby carriage, wrapped in silver silk—now over a year old, yet still treating himself as a mere few-month-old infant. Klein pretended not to notice the other man sucking his finger, and quickly went over his concerns. The plump Will. Oncetin retracted his thumb and studied Klein with a critical gaze. "Isn't the answer quite obvious?" "Ah?" Klein was both surprised and puzzled. Will. Oncetin mumbled, "You've probably been eating too little sugar lately—your memory's slipping. Do you remember what happens when a non-angelous extraordinary person directly gazes at you?" Ah... Klein's eyes suddenly brightened.