Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt … A true demigod … Upon hearing Bilt's explanation, two words instantly surfaced in Klein's mind.
"Sorry, goodbye!"
Seeing German Sparrow pricking up his brows inconspicuously, Bilt hurriedly explained, "This won't affect the difficulty of the mission.
"This doesn't affect the difficulty of the mission.
"Here, no one needs a demigod to showcase their strength."
He cleared his throat and forced a smile.
"To make this mission less difficult, His Excellency has specially arranged for the next few days to inspect the Oravi naval base. This way, he doesn't need to stay in the Central Sonia Sea's naval base, the City of Generosity, Bayam. As such, he can avoid Sea King Jaan Kottman, the Rorsted Archipelago's governor-general, George Negan, and most of his subordinates who are familiar with him. He can avoid his relatives who manage his family business there, as well as his mistress who is most familiar with him.
"That also means that you don't need to face the gazes of a demigod, nor do you need to face the numerous tests.
"Here, there are only three people who are familiar with His Excellency. The first is his secretary, Lieutenant Colonel Luan. He belongs to MI9 and is responsible for supervising His Excellency. He likely has used many names, but I'm not sure if that's his real name. The second is His Excellency's mistress here, a beautiful lady named Cynthia. It's said that her ancestor was a noble who was stripped of his title and exiled here. The third is Oravi's governor-general, Aston Rieveldt. He's His Excellency's youngest brother. Count Rieveldt of the House of Lords is their elder brother."
It doesn't sound too difficult. Furthermore, my divination results indicate that there isn't much danger … Klein fell silent for a few seconds before nodding slightly.
"I need detailed information regarding Amyrius Rieveldt."
"We've already prepared it. This is his picture. This is a description of his hidden body. This is his accent. This is his habit of using words. These are his different reactions and attitudes towards different matters. These are the details of his interactions with Luan, Cynthia, Aston, and company …" Bilt was delighted as he immediately took out the information from Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt.
Klein first took the picture and saw a black-haired, blue-eyed middle-aged man. He had a stern and old-fashioned bearing, and his hair volume was a lot more than the typical Rouen man.
He nodded slightly and then raised his head.
"I know a lot of this information, but I believe you will definitely be able to memorize it in two days. You must be very professional in this aspect …" Before Bilt's voice faded, he subconsciously took a step back. This was because the person in front of him was no longer the German Sparrow, but Amyrius Rieveldt. The arrogance he exuded was no different from the person himself!
"Holy Storm, this, this is almost a miracle!" Bilt scrutinized him from head to toe and could not help but exclaim in admiration, "However, your height can be increased by three centimeters, and your legs can be thicker. It's fine, there's no need to be in such a hurry. His Excellency the Admiral will arrive the day after tomorrow with the Royal Navy's Sonia Fleet's First B Squadron. He will inspect the Oravi Naval Base in the afternoon and host a banquet at the Governor-General's Mansion. I have an invitation letter, so I can bring you in. You can observe His Excellency's behavior and attitude when interacting with different people. "
As he spoke, he took the 500 pounds that Sothoth had taken out from the safe and handed it to Klein.
"Happy cooperation!"
Klein weighed the notes in his hand and scrutinized them.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
…
Baekeland, Williams Street.
As an inconspicuous member of the Red Gloves, Leonard Mitchell stood with his back against the wall of a building as he waited for the preliminary interrogation to end.
He had his right foot raised and was only using his toes to touch the ground, appearing rather undisciplined.
After a while, he saw his teammate return with a somewhat complicated expression. He was excited, puzzled, expectant, and nervous.
"Townsend, there's an outcome?" Leonard's heart stirred as he smiled and went over.
"Yes." Townsend nodded and answered frankly, "Both sides have confessed. They can't lie in a dream."
The thinning Townsend wore his top hat again and said, "The contents of their descriptions are consistent.
This street has a ruin belonging to the Fourth Epoch's Tudor Dynasty. The entrance has been confirmed to be in that abandoned chapel. As for whether there are other entrances, no one knows for the time being. "
"Is that so …" Leonard didn't probe further. After exchanging a few words, he retreated to the edge and leaned against the wall again.
He looked left and right and lowered his voice.
"Old Man, this is your area of expertise.
"There's a ruin of the Tudor family hidden here."
The slightly-aged voice immediately sounded in his mind.
"You're really getting more and more impolite. In our era, disrespect to people of high status meant that one would become a living sacrifice.
"Also, it's impossible for a single Tudor family ruin to appear in Baekeland."
"Are they lying?" Leonard asked softly.
The slightly-aged voice chuckled.
"No, it's just that they don't know enough.
"If my inference isn't wrong, the ruin here should belong to the Tudor-Telun Sostel United Empire."
"What?" Leonard was stunned.
It belonged to an ancient dynasty he had never heard of.
The slightly-aged voice laughed.
"What an ignorant kid. After the first destruction of the Solomon Empire, it was replaced by the Tudor-Telun Sostel United Empire. It ruled the entire Northern Continent in the form of a double consul.
"Double consul …" Leonard ruminated over the term.
The slightly-aged voice laughed and sighed.
"In the ruin underground, there should be an inverted candlestick with 41 on the left and 40 on the right. There should be two thrones that look like they belong to giants, and … Heh heh, it might be the place where Alista Tudor became the Blood Emperor."
Leonard frowned slightly before he relaxed and smiled in a relaxed manner.
He smiled in a relaxed manner and said, "There must be many secrets hidden in there."
"Of course, but you aren't qualified to know." The slightly-aged voice tsked.
Leonard curled his lips inconspicuously.
"Next up, we should be exploring the ruin."
The slightly-aged voice laughed twice and didn't say another word.
A minute later, Leonard saw Archbishop Saint Anthony and the Church of Steam's Archbishop Horamick end their conversation and head back.
Right on the heels of that, Horamick ordered all the Machinery Hivemind members to evacuate, leaving the area to the Church of the Evernight Goddess's Nighthawks.
What happened? Upon seeing this scene, Leonard was filled with questions.
At that moment, all the Nighthawks heard Archbishop Saint Anthony's voice.
"Red Gloves, gather. The remaining Nighthawks are to leave the World in the mirror. Find a reason to evacuate all the citizens here and promise them compensation for their houses.
"After all the citizens are evacuated, Red Gloves and I will destroy the ruin that originated from the Age of Evil!
"No entry is allowed. Destroy it directly!
"May the Goddess bless us."
This … Leonard didn't expect such a development at all.
…
At half-past seven in the evening, Oravi governor-general's office.
Klein transformed into Sothoth, wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie of the same color, and followed Bilt into the banquet hall.
It was as warm as spring inside. A huge crystal chandelier hung down from the dome, flickering with countless candlelight, illuminating the entire venue as though it was daytime.
In the right corner, a band in a vest and bow tie played a lively melody. On the left were long tables with roasted chicken, pan-fried foie gras, stewed lamb, Baekeland -style roasted goose, and Oravi lobster baked with cream cheese.
Even from afar, Klein seemed to smell the fragrance they emitted. He planned on heading over to get a plate and fill it with food.
At this moment, Bilt tugged at his sleeves in a restrained manner and turned his head.
He suppressed his voice and said, "Remember the etiquette of such banquets.
"Our current goal is to observe His Excellency's actions. Therefore, just getting a cup of wine will do.
"There's Mist Champagne, Aurmir grape wine, and Southville red wine. They are all famous wines that are rarely seen outside. You can drink a little, but not too much. We need to maintain a sufficient level of sobriety. Yes, try your best to put on an act when drinking."
Klein retracted his gaze and nodded.
He and Bilt each took a golden and alluring cup of champagne from a red-vested waiter's tray. Then, they approached the center of attention of the banquet, Amyrius Rieveldt, who was dressed in a dark blue admiral's uniform.
With their status, they naturally had no way of approaching the admiral. All they could do was stay a little further away and observe his every move.
Amyrius's figure is ordinary and he doesn't look muscular. The corners of his mouth droops slightly, indicating his actual age …
He doesn't have a beard, and his blue eyes seem to hide a dignified air that doesn't allow for rejection …
His dark blue admiral's uniform is well-ironed. There's a red ribbon on his shoulder that goes down to his chest. There are medals hanging down from it …
"There are golden nails on his sleeves, and they reflect the epaulets of the same color …" he thought.
The epaulets are split into three parts. From the inside out, they are: a crown with embedded rubies, a crossed scepter and sword, and four stars adorned with diamonds … Klein entered an extremely focused state as he used his Faceless powers to memorize the admiral's characteristics, as well as his attitude when conversing with different people.
During this process, he only took a sip of the Mist Champagne, not caring about its taste.
After gathering enough information, Klein exhaled and stopped his mind from working so crazily.
The massive expenditure of energy made him hungry. Therefore, he placed the cup on the red-vested waiter's tray and prepared to head to the long table to get some food.
At this moment, Bilt came over and said, "His Excellency has given me a secret signal.
"His Excellency the General gave me the secret signal. Let's meet him at the predetermined location."
"…" Klein retracted his gaze from the roasted chicken and swept Bilt with an indifferent gaze.
Bilt shuddered for some baffling reason as he hurriedly turned around and led German Sparrow into the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
After walking on a secluded path for nearly a minute, he stopped and pointed at Klein's face.
"You can transform into His Excellency the Admiral.
"Pretend that you are that tramp who looks like him."
Klein nodded slightly as he wiped his face with his palm.
This was to hide the disgusting things like granulation and pimples that might appear on his face when he transformed.
After he lowered his palm, Bilt saw a middle-aged man who resembled Amyrius Rieveldt.
"Very good." Bilt took a few steps forward and came to the sundry room's door. He reached out to push open the unlatched door.
Amyrius Rieveldt was still wearing the eye-catching admiral's uniform. His side faced the entrance as he stood by the window, enjoying the garden's scenery.
At this moment, he turned his head halfway and cast his gaze at the visitor who resembled him.
The indescribable sense of authority and oppression made Klein involuntarily lower his head.
Amyrius Rieveldt's gaze didn't linger on him as he slowly moved it towards Bilt.
He said without any emotion, "This isn't the tramp you previously mentioned.
"He's a Beyonder."
。 Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens
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