Regarding the matter of praying to Mr. The Fool, Baldur wholeheartedly agreed, showing not the slightest urgency toward Bonn. Each morning when he woke and each evening as he went to bed, he spent over a minute in prayer, expressing gratitude to Mr. The Fool for the pure sunlight, delicious food, and life no longer weighed down by despair. "Well, I'll prepare today's ingredients," Baldur said warmly, nodding to Bonn. A few minutes later, he carried numerous bags of produce into the kitchen, as if lifting several cloths. At that moment, Bonn had already seated himself and prayed sincerely to Mr. The Fool: "Great Sovereign of the spiritual realm, the Fool who belongs to this age, I earnestly seek your protection and your grace to fulfill my desire to overcome my deformity..." These words echoed softly and nearly simultaneously throughout the church on Phillips Street, in several places in Bayam, in the new Silver City, and in the new Crescent City nestled within the forest. Xin and the others, deeply self-conscious, had a vague sense that the Sir of the Fool intended to fulfill similar wishes. As they prayed, their bodies trembled subtly, hard to control. They longed so much to be like ordinary people. They too longed for the bustling, vibrant city of Bayam—the famed grilled fish, the fruit factories, the diverse delicacies from all corners of the land—and for the life of drinking, chatting, singing, and dancing. Above the gray mist, within the ancient palace, the Sir of the Fool, Kline, seated at the head of the bronze long table, watched as one after another, points of pure, varying hues of light gradually ignited before him, weaving together into a vast, slowly rotating galaxy. The prayers merged into a single, resonant sound, echoing throughout the inner halls of the "Source Fortress," sending ripples through its structure. Kline closed his eyes, sensing for several seconds, then raised his right hand, bent his middle finger, and gently tapped the edge of the weathered table. With a firm voice, an invisible force spread out swiftly, like ripples across water, flooding into each prayer light and settling upon the people of Yuecheng. Xin suddenly felt it, and quickly raised her hand, touching the center of her face. The very next second, she felt the solid presence of a nose. Instinctively, Xin rubbed the area up and down, back and forth, several times, before she could truly believe that she had grown a nose—no longer distorted. She instantly closed her eyes, bent her back, and pressed her forehead to the ground, overflowing in praise toward the "Fool" gentleman. Around her, such praises grew in number, volume, and harmony. Rus's eyes, which had been crowded together, now separated; Bon's eyes, once uneven, became symmetrical. At that very moment, every person with deformities and those born with unattractive appearances across Yuecheng broke through their original limitations, transforming steadily toward the standard of normalcy. At that moment, whether in the City of the New Moon, the City of New Silver, or in Bayam, the bell of the church rang out simultaneously: "Ding!" The ethereal, resonant chime echoed within the hearts of the people of the City of the New Moon, reaching every listener's ears, as if washing away their souls and bringing forth the most genuine sense of life's touch. Tears that Sin and Rous had been holding back finally flowed, and they felt their bodies and spirits grow serene, free of any dust. Without conscious effort, they lifted their eyes toward the source of the sound, only to find it coming from beyond the City of the New Moon, from a distance they could not have imagined. Wonder! Such a miracle surged suddenly within their hearts. In the City of New Silver, where the path connected to them, Wyt. Hilmun and others also turned their gaze toward the distant horizon, toward Bayam. The chime was emanating from there. "Praise the Sir Fool!" they murmured together, placing their right hands upon their left chests. Inside Bayam, Bon and Baldur wiped away tears, adjusting their positions toward Phillips Street, toward the church belonging to the "Knight of the Fool," listening with reverence and gratitude to the sacred bell tones descending from heaven. The "Fool" Kline, however, was struck with surprise and bewilderment. The bell's sudden resonance had never been part of his anticipated sequence. Immediately, he turned his gaze toward the Fool's Church at No. 16 on Phillips Street. Almost simultaneously, through the prayer light, he saw the tall bell tower attached to the church, and at its summit stood a young man wearing a soft-capped pointed hat and a classical black robe. The young man was striking the great bell with a black hammer, one stroke after another. Noticing the gaze coming from the infinite heights above, he paused, slightly lifted his head, and adjusted his single-crystal lens resting on his right eye. At the same time, the smile that had already been present on his lips grew ever wider. “…,” Kline nearly snapped his temper. At this very moment, his gaze was noticeably呆滞, struggling to comprehend why the "Angel of Time," Amun, had suddenly appeared and had seriously rung the great bell of his church. While Kline had anticipated the arrival of either Amun or Zarathustra, he had not expected it to unfold so dramatically—given the sheer numbers of people from the Silver City and the Lunar City, who could hardly blend seamlessly into the wider society. It was inevitable that these two cities would be recognized by the major churches and secret organizations. Whether through public or private missionary efforts, such visibility would not disrupt the course of events. Thus, Kline had willingly allowed the Silver City to broadly promote the faith of the "Fool," laying down additional anchors to strengthen his own position for advancement to Rank 1. Based on this premise, he had prepared for Zarathustra, Amun, and other hidden enemies to come to Byam—indeed, he even hoped they would do so. Here, within the "Fortress of the Source," where Kline held the stature and rank of an Angelic King, he could fully leverage his home-field advantage, while Silver City possessed a "Level 0" seal that could effectively counter Amun and secure victory over Zarathustra. Compared to his true form suddenly encountering well-prepared adversaries elsewhere, or being discovered after establishing a secret city, this clearly represented a superior course of action. Yet, Amun's current actions were leaving Kline deeply puzzled—uncertain about the divine being's true intentions as the "God of Deception." One by one, rays of sunlight poured in, allowing Deryk to interpret a series of scenes: the black clock hands descending, the great bell gradually settling into stillness. "I didn't assign anyone to ring the bell," Deryk's brow furrowed instantly. As a member of the Silver City and a half-divine of the Solar Domain, he possessed a sharp intuition for anomalies and sensed something was amiss. Yet the unusual bell-ringing event itself brought no unexpected ripple—everything else remained as normal as ever. While swiftly assessing the surroundings with the extraordinary abilities of the "Unshadowed," Deryk pondered whether the bell-ringing held any esoteric symbolism. After eliminating one possibility after another, he suddenly recalled a section in the Silver City's sacred text, the Libel of the Fool. It contained content specifically about the bell-ringing! It described the relationship between the "Angel of Time," Amun, and the "Fool," confirming the latter's tangible status. In fact, Derek held a contrary view on that passage, for he knew that "the渎神者" Amun was not one of the favored figures of the "Fool," and their relationship was far from harmonious—indeed, it stood in open opposition. However, the lies Derek had previously told to the other members of the Silver City's "Six-Body Council" had led them to believe that "the Angel of Time" Amun was specifically dispatched by the "Fool" to bring the first light to the people of the land forsaken by the gods. It was precisely because Amun had "inhabited" Derek that a series of transformations unfolded, culminating in the arrival of hope. Derek wished to clarify, yet felt uncomfortable doing so, for explaining would inevitably expose a cascade of falsehoods that might damage his image before the other council elders and the people of Silver City—just as the "Justice" lady had once described: a social death. In the end, he chose to delay, reasoning that the sacred texts should first be presented to the "Fool." Should anything be amiss in the description, the "Fool" would surely issue a divine decree, offering revisions. Who could have guessed that the Sir of Folly had made no gesture, merely acquiesced to the contents of the Sacred Text? Had Amun come to ring the bell? Deryck felt momentarily dazed, finding this utterly extraordinary. He quickly bent his head and began praying, reporting the matter to the Sir of Folly. He had only flipped through a few pages before feeling embarrassed beyond endurance and stopped reading altogether, adopting the air of someone who simply didn’t know about it or care about it. Of course, he was far from careless in this matter—maintaining constant caution, he had even used divination to confirm that the圣典 would not pose any harm to him. Only after establishing this assurance did he agree to adopt this version of the圣典. Taking a slow, steady breath, Caelen extended his right hand and began turning the pages of the scripture before him page by page. His facial muscles gradually began to twitch, and a slight downward pull formed at the corners of his mouth. Caelen flipped through the pages faster and faster, until finally, he reached the last page. Snap! Caelen swiftly closed the Book of the Fool and set it back among the scattered items. "Since the miracle in the Moon City, well, the magic potions have mostly been absorbed now—perhaps it's time for the Secret City to step onto the historical stage," Caelen assessed his own condition with a composed expression, giving a barely perceptible nod. Since he initially secured "The Source Citadel," he has been able to receive feedback from reality here.