After nearly a ten-second silence that seemed almost frozen, the members of the Abraham family, including Velo, suddenly turned their attention to Forth. Sensing the mixture of alertness, caution, and fear, Forth stepped back several paces and spoke up: "Be mindful of the negative impact." Even though the extraordinary traits had not yet bonded with the surrounding environment to form a seal, they still carried a certain negative influence—typically manifesting only upon direct contact. Of course, given that these traits were all of high sequence, it was uncertain whether they would actively expand their scope of intervention. Seeing that Forth showed no clear signs of greed, Dorian nodded and said: "Once you've fully absorbed the 'Secret Mage' potion, you may consider advancing to Sequence 3, 'Wanderer.' I'll provide you with the recipe and arrange for the necessary materials." Of course, at this level, the higher the sequence, the greater the risks one faces—this is an objective reality, independent of personal will or planning. At that point, whether or not you are promoted will be up to you. He said this not only out of care for his student, but also to reassure her, emphasizing that what the Abraham family holds is hers by right, and that no one would deliberately treat her as an outsider or hinder her advancement in sequence. This helps alleviate the restlessness and ambition that often arise from excessive greed. Having now acquired so many exceptional traits from high sequences, the members of the Abraham family, such as Velo, no longer feel any reluctance about giving up the "Wanderer" trait—indeed, they consider it a sound investment, especially since there is only one half-god here, Folshe. While the members of the Abraham family hadn't yet had time to activate their "Level 0" seal items, and had also been hesitant to withdraw most of their "Level 1" seal items due to the seal's near-failure just moments ago, Folshe was entirely capable of resolving all of them. Faced with her teacher's promise, Folshe nodded softly, asking, "Has the 'gate' of the hidden space been opened?" She had assumed that the extraordinary characteristics she was seeing now stemmed from the Abraham family's treasury, merely displaced back into the real world due to past anomalies—though she also found the number of such items to be notably excessive. "No," Dorian shook his head slowly, looking visibly puzzled. The other members of the Abraham family remained silent, each equally bewildered. What a miracle it was—something that no one would believe unless they saw it with their own eyes! "Shall we pray to the 'Fool,' then?" Folshe suggested. Dorian, already somewhat speculative, immediately turned to the members of the Velos family. Seeing that those who had already embraced the "Fool" nodded in agreement, while those still hesitant clearly wavered, ready to oppose, he composed himself and said: "You gather the range-based negative effects of the characteristics in the correct manner, preventing them from combining with surrounding elements. I will go over to the 'Fool' and pray there." "Very well." Several members of the Abraham family, after a brief hesitation, all agreed. Then, they quickly began to identify and collect the characteristics. Once the group had made some progress, Dorian stepped aside and approached his student, Fols, lowering himself to pray to the "Fool." Soon, a gray-white mist came into view before him, with an ancient palace nestled deep within the mist, and a lofty, solemn voice resonated in his ears: "This is the legacy of the 'Gate' gentleman." "Your bloodline curse has been completely lifted." The belongings of the late Sir 'The Door'... belongings... Dorian chewed on the word, opened his eyes, and once again directed his gaze toward those extraordinary high-sequence properties. He remained silent, his vision gradually blurring. ... In the Hall family manor in East Chestershire. Having just determined the origin of the earlier explosion and the cries of "attack," Alfred and the others observed the doors and windows opening simultaneously, slamming against the walls with a loud thud. Several panes of glass shattered in the process. Indeed, something was very unusual. Alfred raised his hand with a serious expression, addressing his副官, staff, his father's guards, and his personal bodyguards: "Retreat to the main house and prepare for any further unexpected developments. At the same time, send a telegram to the Bishop of the East Chestershire diocese requesting assistance." He believed at this moment the most urgent matter was not to investigate the precise cause of the anomaly, but to ensure the safety of his parents and sister. The former has ample time after dawn to address the issue, while the latter, once a problem arises, cannot remedy it. After retreating to the manor and establishing a strict patrol schedule, Alfred entered the drawing room and addressed Lord Hall: "There is indeed something unusual, but the guard cannot describe what he saw—only that he felt an overwhelming sense of fear at that moment." Lord Hall nodded steadily. "We'll conduct further investigation once daylight arrives. "Sit down and rest," he said. His daughter, Audrey, stood beside him, holding her mother's arm, quietly listening as her father and two brothers discussed. Of course, this was only the surface—she had been continuously creating virtual personas, striving to extract the reason for the peculiarly open doors and windows from the memories of those who had just witnessed it. After a few minutes, she ended her investigation with slight disappointment, temporarily classifying this anomaly as the lingering effects of the great dragon Aeryhorg and Mr. Fury. At that moment, she noticed that Suzy, the golden retriever, was looking at her with an oddly strange gaze, so she dispatched a virtual persona to enter Suzy's mental island and engage in quiet, covert conversation. "What have you discovered?" Audrey asked directly. After taking a small path to the farthest row of buildings from the main manor, Suzy sniffed, selected an open window, and leapt inside. There, she saw a gruesome corpse—skinless and blood-streaked—lying on the bed. And by seeing it, she saw exactly what Odile, the virtual persona residing within her mental island, had seen. In the manor’s drawing room, Odile, holding her mother’s arm, lowered her head. Then she raised it, letting her gaze slowly and deeply sweep over her father, Lord Horb, her mother, Lady Cathleen, and her brothers, Hesper and Alfred. She remained silent, growing increasingly still. "Yes, Your Lordship." The "Penitent" and the bishops breathed a collective sigh, clasping their right fists to their left chests. Alder said nothing further, merely returning the gesture with the same courtesy. Upon returning to his room, he slowly surveyed the space, took a deep breath, and settled into a seat. "A fool out of this age..." Alder prayed almost silently to the Knight of the Fool, expressing his intention to leave the Church of the Storm. ——The claim that the seal had timely restored normalcy would only be credible to lower-level members of the Church; it would fall flat with any cardinal or senior steward, let alone the Pope or the Lord of the Storm. Should Alder wish to depart the Church of the Storm without the Knight of the Fool's consent and protection, he would surely face divine retribution. A few seconds passed, and he saw the familiar expanse of gray mist, heard the Knight of the Fool's response: "Very well. Go to the Church of the Sea." "Ah... Aljer relaxed, stood up, and removed his storm cloak. After dressing in a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and wide-legged pants, Aljer looked at the papal robe discarded on the table and remained silent for a long while. Then, he reached out and neatly folded the robe. After carefully examining it back and forth for several seconds, Aljer withdrew his gaze, summoned the wind, and soared out of the church through the open window. He first flew to the bell tower, landed at the summit, and surveyed the streets below, gazing out over the entire city of Bayam. While doing so, Aljer walked slowly along the edge of the tower, circling it once. Finally, he closed his eyes. A hurricane suddenly surged, lifting Aljer and carrying him toward the sea god's church. ........ Within the ancient palace, veiled in gray mist. Kain sat quietly in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool." His figure sometimes blurred, as though draped in a mysterious, classical black robe with an invisible hood concealing his face, and at other times it returned to normal, merely veiled in a thin, pale gray mist. This alternation grew gradually slower over time. Whenever Caine transformed into the figure dressed in the robe and hood, slender, translucent appendages adorned with strange patterns extended from beneath the garments. These nearly transparent tendrils surged forth, swaying and striking, eventually filling and completely occupying the entire palace. After a while, Caine's form stabilized. He habitually raised his right hand, rubbing his temple, and murmured silently: "The resurgence of the 'Heavenly Sovereign's' will has been faster and more intense than I anticipated. Had it not been for absorbing the exceptional qualities of Chalatu and using His residual spiritual imprints to maintain balance, thereby delaying the process sufficiently, I would have had no time to adjust and would have been utterly unable to prevent His awakening." Nevertheless, this transformation had rendered Caine's mental state notably unstable. And he didn't immediately lose control because the "Miracle Master" potion had been fully absorbed, and the first portion of the "Mysterious Servant" extraordinary trait he had just ingested had also been largely digested within a short time after consuming the potion—the identity of "World" itself is inherently that of a favored attendant of the Lord of the Source Citadel, making it equivalent to the "Mysterious Servant"; thus, Caine had already been successfully embodying the role of the "Mysterious Servant" for a long time. The second portion of the "Mysterious Servant" extraordinary trait, however, still needed to be absorbed.