After jotting down a few more impressions of Tinggen, Kline briefly mentioned that he had completed the ritual, becoming a Sequence-1 "Mysterious Servant," and had thus resolved one of the long-standing shadows that had weighed upon his mind—the head of the Conclave, Chalatu. He did not elaborate on his own struggles, merely seriously exploring the spiritual concerns of the angels. Setting down his pen and folding the paper, Kline reached into the "Astral Citadel" and withdrew the Azk copper whistle, bringing it to his lips and blowing into it. Within the modest café, white bones surged upward like a fountain, coalescing into a towering messenger figure. The messenger then contracted in size, settling to the height of a normal person. At the same time, it bowed on one knee and extended its palm. "You needn't be so wary of me," Kline remarked with a smile, "I won't do anything to you, will I?" As he spoke, he took up the letter and placed it gently into the messenger's hand. The messenger nodded firmly several times, as though agreeing to something unseen. Then, its body dissolved, turning into individual white bones that sank into the ground. At that moment, the boss brought over coffee, oat bread, and a stew of young peas with lamb. Cain enjoyed his breakfast—though not particularly delicious, it had a hearty, down-to-earth character—while gazing out the window, simply appreciating the morning street scene without any specific destination in mind: the pedestrians, carriages, trees, mist, food, and machinery that composed the scene. "If there were no apocalypse, to maintain life in Tinggen in a comfortable way, handling most cases efficiently, and maintaining a certain order—preferably Sequence 7." The Magician has versatile techniques and, with proper preparation, will not appear weak against either Sequence 6 or Sequence 5. In contrast, the Faceless Man and the Master of Hidden Figures—both are prone to becoming lost during performance or to losing control during ascension—present relatively greater risks. Of course, if he can also secure the sealed "Crawling Hunger," that would be ideal... Klein casually drifted through his thoughts, recalling the "Crawling Hunger" now in Amun's hands. He didn't know how Amun would treat this sealed artifact, only that, for the Angel of Time, such an item would likely hold little value and eventually be discarded into the dark, hidden storerooms. "Perhaps there will be an opportunity to retrieve it," Klein thought, only to feel a sudden sense of unease. Even if he managed to reclaim the "Crawling Hunger" from Amun, he would merely place it among the miscellaneous items, waiting to bestow it upon a suitable Companion or follower. In that way, it would be no different from its current state in Amun's possession. Caine quickly shifted his focus: "Another loss—the 'Mirror' this time. Adam probably wouldn't value a mirror of Saint-level significance either. Perhaps we can eventually retrieve it through some indirect means... Well, perhaps Arodés is truly a being that emerged from the 'Chaos Sea'; in certain matters, he might well serve as a bridge. I just hope Adam doesn't damage it—until I find a way to recover it, that is." Next, he finished off the remaining stew of young peas and lamb, along with the last piece of oat bread still damp with broth, and drank the coffee at hand. Donning his hat, he rose and took a step forward, directly entering the spiritual realm corresponding to "Utopia." Then, he released the "fusion," using this spiritual realm as a bridge to return to the now-ruined "Utopia."—this was an indirect realization of a "teleportation" effect, made possible by his ability to freely traverse the spiritual realm through "fusion," provided that the corresponding spiritual region could be accurately identified. As the owner of the "Source Fortress," Kline possessed a unique advantage in this regard, whereas characters like Charatou relied on prior preparations. Upon stepping into the ruins of "Utopia," Kline surveyed the scene and noticed shimmering lights of various colors flashing between the collapsed houses and the blackened bodies. These were the extraordinary properties of the monsters' spectral figures—wealth accumulated by Kline over his time in the land abandoned by the gods. To him, it might have already been useless, yet he still had numerous followers, and the number of devoted adherents was steadily growing. As a divine being, one had to preserve certain exceptional qualities to bestow upon others. "Well, at least the 'Lord of Storms' didn't sweep them all away with the wind..."克莱恩无声自语，不自觉地向列奥德罗表达了感激。 Audrey's eyebrows twitched slightly as she spoke softly, "Mr. Fury." This was Mr. Fury, the psychological alchemist from the earlier pursuit of the mind dragon Aeryhog, rumored to be one of Hermes' identities. As she spoke, Audrey extended her hand to gently close the door. With the motion of her hand shielding the action, a deep crimson pattern resembling stars shimmered across the back of her hand. "I'm sorry for using you," the large white rabbit said as the door closed, "though I might also be used by someone else." Reflecting on the open windows and doors during the night, Audrey took a few steps forward and replied thoughtfully, "No need to apologize—just let me be undisturbed from now on." In this way, she subtly signaled her intention to leave the psychological alchemy circle and expressed her hope that no one would seek her out again. The giant white rabbit stared at her for several seconds with fresh red eyes. "You've always wished to protect your parents and loved ones. Yet, don't you sometimes feel that you've gotten involved in too many troubles, bringing more danger to them than the help you can offer?" Audrey fell silent, remaining quiet for a long time without speaking. "Normally, a saint does indeed bring greater safety to a family and their loved ones—provided, of course, that he doesn't become entangled in the conflicts among angels or even among the gods, or that he has a sufficiently strong organization to rely on, one that is truly dependable." Observing her demeanor, the giant white rabbit spoke gently. "My offering of apology consists of two gifts—please choose one at your convenience." "Two?" Audrey asked softly. The giant white rabbit nodded, her ears constantly quivering: "One is truly the 'Arrogant' lady of the Psychological Alchemy Circle—then we can overlook your other secrets, allow you to carry out your own initiatives, as long as you don't reveal our affairs and put the Psychological Alchemy Circle at risk. Of course, there are drawbacks: you'll have to shoulder certain responsibilities and may find yourself entangled in significant complications. The only difference is that you'll receive substantial support and timely rescue when needed." "What about the second one?" Audrey had absolutely no intention of seeking compensation from the Psychological Alchemy Circle. The fact that this secret organization had ceased its interference was, in itself, the best apology. Moreover, she deeply doubted the sincerity of the 'Anger' gentleman's apology, suspecting it might merely be another instance of exploitation. The giant white rabbit responded calmly: "I can help you split off an identity so that 'she' remains close to her family, receiving protection and emotional comfort, while you live out your life in the world under a different identity. In this way, the troubles you encounter will not reach the people you wish to protect. In the extraordinary world, at certain times and under certain circumstances, distance is often the best form of care." Audrey remained silent once again, her emerald eyes like a still lake. "You need not answer me right away—you might also combine both approaches." The giant white rabbit rose from its stool and stood up. "You know how to enter the 'Garden of Eden.'" As it spoke, its form gradually faded, merging into the vast ocean of collective unconsciousness. ………… In a room of the Sea God's Church, Bayam. The divine messenger Daniz, dressed in a magnificent robe, sat in silence, gazing at Aljer Wilson across the table. The sleep he had accumulated by waking up in the middle of the night had been completely scattered. Could it be that the Cardinal of the Storm Church, who had been entrusted with the teachings of the Storm Church, intended to defect to the Sea Church! This was no ordinary matter—it was a momentous event in the religious sphere, in the world of mysticism, and in international politics! Even with only a superficial understanding of the Storm Church, Daniz was certain that, given their established ways, they would not let this pass. Perhaps a natural disaster powerful enough to devastate the entire Rosd Islands was already en route. Moreover, a Cardinal was surely a person of great significance to the "Lord of the Storm," and Alje's betrayal might soon invite divine retribution. As Daniz pondered further, his body grew increasingly chilled with apprehension, fearing that he himself might be caught in the crossfire. This reminded him of a proverb from his hometown: "Do not approach those whom the gods have forsaken." For such individuals, when struck by lightning, often brought misfortune to those nearby. Hadn't Germán Sparo, as the servant of the "Knight of the Fool," delivered the message to me, instructing me to settle Alger Wilson, I would have already secured this unruly bomb and returned it to the Storm Church long ago... Daniz grew more and more anxious, murmuring to himself. Of course, he was merely thinking it through, hadn't even considered the relative strength of the two parties. A while later, his door was knocked upon. Daniz leapt up, hurried to the door, and pulled open a crack. "Any news?" he asked in a low voice. The chief information officer of the Sea God Church replied succinctly: "Your Grace, the Storm Church has appointed a new Cardinal." "What about the previous one?" Daniz asked, slightly astonished. "It's said he's been recalled to headquarters," the information officer added, sharing what he had learned from certain servants at the Sea Wave Church. Recalled to headquarters... As Daniz was puzzled, a haze of gray and white suddenly appeared before him. Immediately, the voice of the "Knight of Fool" resonated in his ears: "From today on, Aljere shall don the mask and serve as Pope of the Church of the Sea God."