Upon hearing Amyrius Rieveldt's statement instead of a question, Bilt's forehead instantly seeped out a dense layer of cold sweat.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end, he still knelt down on one knee and said in a trembling voice under the indescribable pressure,
Under the indescribable pressure, he trembled and said, "Admiral, Your Excellency, the tramp from before suddenly died from an illness.
At that moment, Klein wasn't too nervous. This was because Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt had noticed him back in the banquet hall. It didn't make sense for him to only recognize him as a Beyonder now. For him to be willing to meet instead of avoiding the risk meant that he didn't mind who Bilt had found.
He's actually not worried at all? This is the confidence of a demigod. Perhaps his Beyonder pathway can eliminate any latent dangers ahead of time … Klein raised his head with great difficulty and cast his gaze at the admiral who had already turned around.
"Not bad," Amyrius Rieveldt evaluated in a deadpan manner.
He continued looking at the kneeling Bilt.
"Don't try to play tricks in front of me that can't be used on the card table.
"Ordinary people and Beyonders have different standings in this World. And as a practitioner of order, I can clearly confirm this."
Indeed, it's as described in the information. This admiral has the tendency to preach. I have to remember this point. This is a completely different style from me and German Sparrow … Klein retracted his gaze in thought as he cast it to the ground, as though he couldn't withstand the pressure.
Amyrius Rieveldt took a step forward.
"Deception is the first mistake you made. Being careless is the second.
"The tramp that you spent so much effort on suddenly died. Following that, an adventurer that can change his appearance appeared in front of you. Don't you find this too much of a coincidence?"
That's right, it's a little of a coincidence … Klein nearly repeated the other party's question.
If he hadn't confirmed it above the gray fog, he would've suspected if he had been arranged by some Mythical creature or Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
Bilt's pupils constricted as he came to a realization.
He realized that out of fear and dread, all he wanted to do was to grab onto that last lifeline. He had completely lost the cautiousness that came with experience. He did not consider whether the appearance of German Sparrow was too much of a coincidence!
The first time he went to the Sweet Lemon Bar, the homeless man died of a sudden illness! The more Bilt thought about it, the more he felt that he had fallen into a meticulously planned trap.
Amyrius Rieveldt saw the changes in Bilt's expression as he looked enlightened and regretful.
"My father, the late Count Rieveldt, once taught me something.
"He said to forgive your men for their first mistake.
"Bilt, you have to thank him for his kindness."
Bilt's tense nerves relaxed, and he was inexplicably moved.
He believed that Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt, who was closer to a god than a human, would execute him on the spot to warn all the adventurers who were secretly working for him. To his surprise, he chose to pardon him.
"General, I, I …" Bilt was momentarily at a loss for words.
Amyrius maintained his solemn attitude and said in a deep voice,
"There's a second half to what I said just now, which is' severely punish them for their second mistake. 'Bilt, do you know what to do in the future?"
Bilt, who was kneeling on one knee, immediately straightened his back and pressed his right fist against his left chest.
"We are loyal to His Excellency the General!"
Amyrius nodded and turned to look at Klein.
"What's your name?"
That depends on which identity you're asking about … Klein lampooned in his heart and calmly replied, "That's right.
"German Sparrow."
Amyrius Rieveldt suddenly fell silent for two seconds as the atmosphere in the storeroom seemed to freeze.
Just as Klein couldn't help but feel uneasy, Amyrius finally spoke.
"So it's you."
General, you speak as if you know me. I'm just an ordinary military informant who received the bounty through you guys. I haven't even had the time to claim anything … Klein mumbled to himself. The more he thought about it, the more confident he felt.
Amyrius nodded and said to Bilt and Klein, "That's right.
"The plan will proceed as planned.
"But we need to sign a contract."
Contract? Klein resisted the might with great difficulty as he looked up at Amyrius.
Admiral Amyrius didn't explain anything. He picked up a pen and paper that he had long prepared and placed on the windowsill. He began writing.
Every time he put pen to paper, there seemed to be a burst of golden light. The scene was solemn and sacred, as if he was drafting a law.
Klein gradually narrowed his eyes, and his vision began to blur. He couldn't help but lower his head again.
After an unknown period of time, Amyrius stopped writing and picked up the piece of paper.
"Sign your name at the end.
"If you're not satisfied with the terms, you don't have to sign."
Do you think I dare or not? Klein criticized inwardly as he watched Bilt stand up, take the pen, and pass it to him.
The terms on the piece of paper were very simple. There were only a few, but they generally restricted German Sparrow's actions when acting as Amyrius Rieveldt. It included, but wasn't limited to, not exposing any problems, not using his status as an admiral to do anything that was detrimental to Amyrius himself, and not having overly intimate contact with Miss Cynthia, etc.
I thought such an important figure wouldn't care too much about the chastity of his mistress … This admiral is indeed an old-fashioned man … However, I'm not that kind of person either … Klein hid his curiosity and asked as though he was discussing an academic question.
"What if Miss Cynthia wishes to have intimate contact with me?"
What he was implying was that if he appeared too distant and resistant, it would be easy for Cynthia to notice a problem and ask how he should handle it.
"It's fine," Amyrius said without any expression. "During the duration of the contract, you will either lack any desire when facing her, or your body will lack the necessary abilities."
That's possible? This contract is a little impressive … Apart from a contract with a spirit world creature, this is the first time I'm seeing another contract. Furthermore, the former requires borrowing the powers of the Underworld, but this contract only involves both parties … This is Admiral Amyrius's demigod Beyonder powers? From the Arbiter pathway? Klein glanced at the contract's duration and discovered that it was five days.
Is he confident that he'll return in five days, or is his present level only able to maintain the contract for five days? Klein read the clause again, picked up a fountain pen, and wrote the name German Sparrow.
As he finished writing the last letter, he saw the words on the piece of paper emit a golden glow, converging into a resplendent brilliance.
Enveloped by the resplendent brilliance, the piece of paper rapidly faded away, as though it had fused with the laws of the World.
The thin, invisible gray fog around him gently rippled as Klein clearly sensed that there were layers of indescribable restrictions on him.
These restrictions rapidly internalized and temporarily became a part of his Spirit Body and body.
The gray fog can withstand external bad luck and good luck to a certain extent, but it can't shield the contract I've already signed … That's right. If it could be shielded, the messenger's contract wouldn't have taken effect … In enlightenment, Klein looked at Amyrius Rieveldt again.
The admiral had already converged his might as he flipped his palm to produce a dark golden charm.
The charm had symbols like "Sword of Judgment" on it, as well as dense magical labels. It was completely restrained and deep, giving off the feeling of a codex.
"This is a high-level charm I created using my blood, the ancient codex of the Fourth Epoch, and the royal family's Grade 0 Sealed Artifact," Amyrius said calmly. "It's called the Ninth Law. It can produce an authoritative feeling similar to mine when given a small amount of spirituality. This is something even an ordinary person can do. Without it, it's very difficult for you to truly disguise me. "
Indeed, the authoritative feeling I have is only limited to the surface. It's fine to fool others, but once I need to shock and awe my subordinates, it's useless … Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Amyrius continued.
"With your present strength, you should be able to withstand its use.
"Through its use, you can specify the necessary restrictions on the target, forcing him to endure extremely disadvantageous situations.
"This way, even if a demigod were to probe you, you can scare him away.
"If no accidents happen in the end and there's no need to use it, it will belong to you after the matter is over.
"It's effective date is a year."
？ Klein was first taken aback before he felt an intense sense of pleasant surprise.
Ever since he used up the high-level charm he created from the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem, he finally had another one.
Although such an item had a time limit and could only be used once, it had no negative effects. Of course, the stringent requirements to create it made it extremely rare.
As expected of a demigod. He's much more generous than Bilt … Hmm, the price of bribing a tramp and an adventurer at the level of a pirate admiral are different … As Klein thought in delight, he silently extended his palm and grabbed the high-level charm named the Ninth Law.
Then, he saw Amyrius unbuckle his belt.
After a brief silence, Klein controlled his embarrassment and took off his clothes without any expression.
Soon, he switched clothes with Amyrius, donning the dark blue starched admiral's uniform.
Watching Amyrius and Bilt leave through a remote path in the garden, Klein meticulously buttoned his shirt and turned to look at the glass window.
Under the contrast of the dark night and the crimson moonlight, the glass window was like a mirror. It vaguely reflected Klein's present appearance.
Neatly combed black hair, deep blue eyes, a slightly drooping mouth, a beardless face, an old-fashioned and solemn bearing, and a dark blue attire with ribbons, medals, and epaulets.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he silently muttered to himself,
"From this moment forth, I'm an admiral."
PS: Happy New Year's Eve to everyone ~ I'll also recommend a book. Classmate Yang Pingan, no, it's Don't Soar with warm words to alcohol. It's an excellent work without any tricks.
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