Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

……

After assigning tasks to Alfia and the others, the plan regarding Metlujah was being carried out methodically.

Charles pulled Fels along and quietly made their way to the Goblin Bank's warehouse.

“Although our memories haven’t returned, certain things from the past should be preserved.” Charles looked at Fels: “If you wanted to store something, which safe number would you choose, and what password would you set?”

"To avoid it being occupied as much as possible, we should choose the last safe numbered one."

The safe in the goblin warehouse should have required a "key" to open, but since Fels couldn't possibly remember having a key, it must have been a special password lock.

When Fels told the old goblin the key and the box number 999999, the old goblin was clearly taken aback.

Adhering to his professional habits, he used his abilities to communicate with the earth and bring the box with the specific number out of the ground.

Just as Charles had predicted, this particular box did not have the usual clasp, but rather a password lock compiled with sacred script.

The old goblin asked in surprise, "Our goblin bank doesn't have safes of this size. It looks like the items are stored in boxes. But when were they stored?"

Charles and Fels exchanged a glance, then signed their names in sacred script: 'The cat of Arcadia will not dream of immortality.'

As if receiving a command, the lock opened, and Ciel saw the Boots of Hermes stored inside, along with a mirror. There was also a set of numbered keys.

Ciel found the corresponding box, or rather... warehouse, based on the key's number?

The warehouse contains a huge black dragon horn that is thirty-five meters long.

This might only be a small part of the Black Dragon's size, but it also suggests that the Black Dragon may no longer only have one injured eye.

Fels' eyes gleamed with excitement: "Quick, open the other boxes and take a look."

Charles had the goblins retract the warehouse underground and then opened another warehouse.

Sure enough, it contained many materials from the black dragon.

Torn wing membranes, shattered scales, severed dragon teeth, and even a large jar of dragon blood.

“Although we haven’t reached the level of ‘dropped items,’ with these materials from the black dragon itself, we can forge weapons powerful enough to break through the black dragon’s armor.” Fels was very excited.

Charles nodded: "In the past, we might not have had the ability to create materials for the Black Dragon, but now we have 'Chiron'."

"Is there a way to let her learn how to 'forge' from Hephaestus?"

Fels frowned. "The 'Heretic' identity is still too sensitive. The chances are slim, but we can test the waters... There's still plenty of time before the final battle. Perhaps we can entrust it out under the name of 'The End' then."

"Then leave it to you."

Xia Er never expected that a tentative move, like obtaining the [Frozen Broken Sword], could yield such a result.

"Does this prove that our plan is indeed working?" Fels asked.

"Not entirely. It is a fact that we have rewritten the past, but whether we will succeed or not, and whether it will shift to other timelines, is still unknown."

Currently, the "past" deliveries that Ciel has received are all the result of being operated independently by the puppet's consciousness in a way that is "unknown to anyone".

Like Schrödinger's cat, anything can happen before it is observed.

Faced with the hope passed down from the past, and with unknown enemies and adversaries, he had a bad feeling that rewriting the outcome of the Black Dragon War would not be as easy as he thought.

Charles sighed, "I need to keep working hard to get stronger."

……

Eulari West Street.

The "Arcadia Merchant Guild" is a late-night tavern on the third basement floor.

This is an izakaya (Japanese pub) that only opens at midnight. Besides drinks and snacks, its main business also includes information services offered by various clans.

At that moment, Palum's bartender stood behind the bar, wiping wine glasses.

With a tinkling sound, a short-haired green elf wearing a red scarf and dressed as a thief pushed open the door and entered.

Her eyes were sharp and bloodshot, and she exuded a bloody aura.

She glanced at the indifferent bartender, then slammed a bag of Farley on the table: "A glass of salted soda, please."

"Sorry, we don't have that kind of thing in our shop."

"Then let's switch to soda."

"We don't sell carbonated drinks."

"I insist on having it."

The bartender paused in wiping the glasses: "That's our prized possession."

“I’ll add more money.” The green-haired elf pulled out a daffodil again.

"No problem, ma'am. How can I help you?" The bartender retrieved the scattered Farley and gave a professional smile.

"I need a map of the artificial maze, and all the information on the Rudraksha Familia." The green-haired elf narrowed his eyes: "Especially the location of the [Slave Cat]."

Chapter 461 Is the sun shining brightly? Ryusang.

Palum, who was behind the bar, paused for a moment. After hearing the elf's explanation, he couldn't help but glance at the customer again.

She had short, neat green hair, and half of her face was buried in a red scarf, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

"You are... Gale?"

"Do you differentiate between people when you do business?" Liu's eyes narrowed, and a murderous intent gradually spread.

"No, it would be better if the boss told you the information you wanted in person." Palum bowed respectfully, looked around the empty shop, closed the door, and led Ryu toward the room behind the bar.

After a moment's hesitation, Liu followed the Palum clerk through the narrow corridor and down the dark staircase to the basement, which was even lower than the third floor below.

This depth... it's almost approaching the boundaries of a man-made maze. Ryu, on high alert, slowly placed his hand on the small katana, a relic, at his waist.

“We’ve arrived…” The Palum employee stopped in front of a large wooden door.

Liu hesitated for a moment, stared at the shop assistant who was standing respectfully to the side with his head bowed for a while, then pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the room.

A quick glance revealed a room filled with wooden barrels and glass bottles, clearly a wine cellar. The ceiling was decorated with glowing fluorite crystals, illuminating the room.

Liu walked around the shelves filled with various bottles of liquor and went to the coolest spot in the lamplight.

There was a desk, and in front of it sat a gray-haired boy in a black robe, his back to the desk, engrossed in writing something.

"Charles?" Ryu's pupils contracted, and he quickened his pace.

The person seemed to hear a noise, turned around, and met Liu's gaze.

"Is the sun shining brightly, Russan?"

“It is midnight, Sharsan.”

“But you look like you’ve gone from sunny to cloudy, Ryu-san.” Ciel smiled and tapped the table with his finger, gesturing for Ryu to sit on the other side.

Upon hearing this, Liu remained silent for a moment before sitting down at Xia Er's desk.

Charles pushed aside the books and clutter piled on the table and took out a pair of wine glasses from the drawer.

"Want a drink?"

Liu glanced at the clear glass and shook her head: "I don't drink?"

"Alcohol can make people forget their troubles."

"But it will numb my senses and make me lose my mind."

"That's true, but... you seem to be drunk."

"..." Liu lowered her head.

Charles shrugged, bit off the cork of the bottle, and poured the red liquid into a wine glass: "Some grape juice, please."

Liu looked at the wine glass suspiciously, picked it up and took a sip, then looked up and asked, "It's bitter."

Charles sniffed it: "Hmm, it might be spoiled. I promise, I only put in grapes."

Ryu rolled her eyes: "...Wine is only made from grapes."

“I swear, it really is grape juice,” Charles said earnestly.

“…Okay.” Ryu glanced at the wine glass, tilted her head back, and drank the juice in one gulp.

Seeing a blush slowly creeping onto Ryu's face, she leaned back in her chair and sighed, "Has anyone ever told you that you're too trusting?"

"I only trust you." Ryu's gaze was intense.

“No need for that, it really is wine, I lied to you,” Charles admitted.

“But it is indeed grape juice, just left out for too long,” Luteshire argued.

“I just want to tell you that sometimes, what you see with your eyes may be different from what you understand.” Charles tapped his wine glass. “This is just a glass of grape juice. I added some bitter melon juice to it…”

“…You can tell me what you want to say directly.” Ryu looked directly at Ciel.

Charles pulled a stack of documents from a drawer in his desk, tossed them onto the table, and sighed, “This is a list of spies planted behind the guild by some of the Dark Factions. There’s also a large number of businessmen colluding with them. The information you want about the Dark Faction members and their locations is also in here.”

Upon hearing this, Liu hurriedly reached for the document.

Charles pressed down on Ryu's hand, his eyes sharp: "Have you thought this through? Do you really want to do this? The information inside isn't absolutely accurate; they might have deliberately released it to mislead you."

"!"

“You’re a useful tool now. If I were the Joker, I would definitely leak some information about my rivals to you. That way, I’d have you work for him.”

"..."

"Also, don't forget. You still have the emblem of justice engraved on your back. Don't lose justice. Now, you should be very popular with those evil gods."

The murderous intent in Liu's eyes dissipated somewhat, but her fingers still creased the document.

"I see."

Charles withdrew his hand.

Liu took the document and slowly flipped through it.

Charles interjected, "From the Great Conflict until now, almost 80% of the merchant guilds active in Orario have cooperated with the Dark Faction. By that standard, you can't kill them all."

"And if you kill a guild member without authorization, you'll be wanted. I think you can use gentler methods to eliminate those people. For example, by using Shakti's power."

Liu didn't look up, and said in an icy tone, "Shakti only knows how to arrest and then hand over to Bergen, the city of sinners."