Touching the Ninth Law charm in his pocket, Klein adjusted his height and appearance, making him no different from Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt.
He left from another door in the storeroom and walked along the quiet corridor towards the main building of the governor's manor.
Along the way, there were occasionally waiters and maids passing by, but no one dared to look directly at Klein. As soon as they saw the Marine Admiral uniform, they retreated to the sides and bowed their heads.
Any person of similar height would probably be able to sneak into the banquet hall if they put on this outfit … I have to say, sometimes it's easier to pretend to be a big shot than an ordinary person … Klein looked straight ahead and maintained his solemn posture as he walked unhurriedly toward the black-tiled aisle.
A melodious and beautiful melody could be faintly heard, and the elegant wall lamps on both sides were burning with gas, lighting up the dark environment.
As soon as Klein approached a lounge, he saw the door open, and a middle-aged man walked out as if he had been waiting for him.
The man had black hair and blue eyes. His facial features resembled Amyrius, but his forehead was slightly higher. His eye bags were slightly swollen, and the corners of his mouth hadn't drooped down.
He was Amyrius Rieveldt's younger brother, Aston Rieveldt.
This gentleman had once served in the navy, and with his contributions in the Southern Continent colony, he rose all the way to the rank of colonel. Later on, he grew tired of his military career, and coupled with the political balance, he accepted the appointment and became the governor.
In the five to six years he had been in Oravi, he had pushed the Rieveldt Family to purchase a large amount of land and manors due to the importance of the island's location and resources. He had also taken advantage of the situation to own a large amount of land.
This wasn't to say that they had obtained it completely through power. The Aston and Rieveldt families had paid a sufficient sum of money and even borrowed a sum of money from the bank. They didn't forcefully occupy the land that originally belonged to the Feysacians at a very low price like they did on the east coast of Balam.
Of course, if he wasn't Governor-General Oravi and his brother wasn't the Supreme Commander of the Central Sonia Sea's navy, the Rieveldt family wouldn't have been able to convince the target to sell the high-quality farmland or manor so easily.
The test is here … Klein calmly approached and stopped in front of Orston Rieveldt.
Auston looked around and said in a deep voice, "That's right.
"Have you thought about it?"
What is it … Klein was at a loss at first before he recalled an introduction in the information: "If Aston requests a private talk or directly asks for an answer to a certain matter, tell him that you will give him an answer when you leave Oravi."
Indeed, it's within Amyrius's expectations. All I need to do is pay attention to my attitude and tone. Yes, as well as the unique words and pronunciation of Rouen nobles … Klein nodded gently and said solemnly,
"Wait a few more days.
"I will tell you the answer when I leave Oravi."
Auston did not suspect anything and chuckled softly.
"You seem to be waiting for something to give you the power to decide."
The matter that forced Admiral Amyrius to act alone? Klein's heart stirred as he familiarly used the tone of a high-ranking person.
"Put away your speculations."
With that, he turned and strode towards the banquet hall.
Orston Rieveldt stared at his brother's back. His expression gradually turned cold as he shook his head slightly.
After entering the banquet hall, Klein surveyed the area and walked to the long table where the food was placed. From time to time, he would stop and exchange pleasantries with the people who approached him.
During this process, he realized that he didn't need to understand the topics brought up by the people he was conversing with. All he needed to do was nod occasionally to allow the conversation to continue in a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere until it came to an end.
Indeed, the status of an important figure makes certain aspects of acting simple, but correspondingly, other matters will be difficult … Klein tore through all the "obstacles" and finally arrived at the long table.
He randomly picked up a plate and told himself that Admiral Amyrius liked fish, beef, and lobster and hated chicken and goose. Therefore, he avoided roasted chicken and Baekeland -style roasted goose and chose steak, pan-fried Dragon-Bone Fish, and Oravi lobster baked with cream cheese.
As the metal utensils were lined with asbestos, red-hot coals, or containers filled with hot water, the food was still maintained at a sufficient temperature. When Klein took his first bite, he was so touched that he nearly lost his persona.
He tried his best to maintain his image as Admiral Amyrius. He held his plate and conversed with the port city's councilors, navy agents, and all sorts of people. He listened to them attentively and would stuff food into his mouth from time to time.
He noticed that a young man in a tailcoat was constantly following not far from him.
The man's blond hair was neatly combed back with a slightly high hairline. He had a pair of light blue eyes, and he looked delicate and refined.
Identical to the picture, Amyrius's secretary, Luan … Klein controlled himself and didn't size him up. He quickly filled his stomach before the banquet ended.
After leaving the governor-general's office, Klein boarded a carriage that was protected by the admiral's guards and sat beside the wine cabinet.
The blond secretary, Luan, followed him in. His leather boots stepped on the thick, soft carpet as he silently moved to the opposite side of Klein.
He sat down, but there was only a third of his buttocks touching the seat.
The carriage began moving as Luan took out a stack of documents from his black briefcase.
"Your Excellency, this is the consolidated accounts for 1349 submitted by the Oravi naval base."
Klein extended his hand to receive it and casually flipped through a few pages.
What? A roll of toilet paper costs a pound? The naval base's bathhouse was renovated twenty times in a year? Klein did a rough calculation and discovered all sorts of ridiculous points.
Isn't this accounting method a little too simple and crude? I can even open a course for them and specially teach them how to claim expenses … Klein seriously considered the attitude he should show.
From his point of view, the greatest difficulty in disguising Amyrius was to fool Luan.
This didn't mean that Governor-General Aston and Miss Cynthia weren't as familiar with Admiral Amyrius as the secretary, but that as the younger brother, Aston might help his elder brother conceal the truth after receiving a hint. Similarly, as a mistress, Cynthia was attached to the admiral and had the tendency to help conceal the truth.
Of course, he couldn't eliminate the possibility that Cynthia was a spy or was being used by a spy. However, it wasn't as dangerous as Luan, who was an overseer.
I can't expose any problems … What sort of attitude would Admiral Amyrius have when faced with such a report? Would he fly into a rage or pretend to be furious? No, the people from the Oravi naval base wouldn't be that bold to directly submit such an obvious report, treating Admiral Amyrius as a blind man. They definitely have a certain level of confidence and tacit understanding … As there wasn't any similar situation in the information, Klein could only make a judgment based on his experience.
Furthermore, he could confirm one thing. The Oravi naval base's report was either something Admiral Amyrius hadn't expected, or he didn't think it was important. It was just a matter of his schedule, something he could easily deal with.
Regardless of which possibility it is, I can deal with it in the usual manner of a person in a high position, which is to not express my stance … Klein closed the document and handed it back to Luan. He said without any expression, "That's not the case.
He said without any expression, "Place it on my desk."
The subtext of this sentence was "I'll take a careful look." Outwardly, it had different meanings depending on the reader's standpoint.
If the Oravi naval base had launched a sudden attack, it meant that the admiral was somewhat displeased and was waiting for an explanation.
If this was something that both parties had a tacit understanding about, it meant that Admiral Amyrius wished to obtain greater benefits. As for whether he would offend someone as a result, Klein didn't care at all. After all, he wouldn't be Amyrius Rieveldt in a few days. He believed that the true demigod had the means to repress his subordinates' anger.
In addition, he was especially thankful that Amyrius wasn't a demigod from the Church of the Storm. Otherwise, he would have to consider whether he should nod in approval of the report or throw the document back angrily and throw a few people into the sea to feed the fish.
"Yes, Your Excellency." Luan's expression didn't change as he stuffed the document back into his black briefcase as though he had expected it.
For the rest of the journey, Klein leaned against the carriage wall according to Amyrius Rieveldt's habits. He half-closed his eyes as though he was pondering over a problem. However, he wasn't thinking of anything.
Luan maintained his silence and didn't rashly say a word.
The iron-black street lamps that were the height of a human quickly flashed past as the carriage arrived near the naval base and turned into a house with a garden and lawn.
Just as Klein walked up the stairs, a butler opened the door. Servants stood respectfully by the sides.
The living room was decorated very elegantly. There were oil paintings of landscapes, plaster sculptures, simple but elegant vases, and other items. A faint but lingering fragrance emanated as it seeped into his lungs.
Klein, who should've relaxed, secretly tensed up when he saw a beautiful lady in a home dress walk over.
She was in her early twenties. Her blonde hair cascaded down, and when her blue eyes looked over, there seemed to be a glint hidden within them. While she was filled with feminine beauty, there was also a hint of a young girl. She was none other than Admiral Amyrius's mistress, Cynthia.
Klein held back his uneasiness as he made Amyrius's stern face reveal a smile. Following that, he opened his arms.
Cynthia threw herself into his embrace and tiptoed as she chuckled with her cheek against his cheek.
"Admiral, I've already boiled hot water for you and placed it in the bathtub."
She's been keeping an eye on when the banquet will end … Being a mistress isn't something easy either … Amyrius does like to soak in hot baths to relax and contemplate … In order to not notice how their cheeks were pressed against each other, Klein allowed his thoughts to run wild.
As a man with a straight sexual orientation, he should've enjoyed being close to a beautiful member of the opposite sex while feeling awkward. However, the temporary contract didn't allow him to have any additional urges. Therefore, all that was left was discomfort.
"Very good," Klein praised as his hands gently pushed Cynthia away as though he had nowhere to place them.
Knowing that His Excellency didn't like to be intimate in front of the servants, Cynthia retreated and led Klein to the second floor. They entered the bathroom and prepared a bathrobe.
After doing all of this, Cynthia instructed the servants not to come to the second floor unless they heard the bell. Then, she returned to the bedroom and took off all her clothes, changing into a pure silk nightgown.
The nightgown's collar was wide open, revealing an alluring snow-white area. And in between her cleavage hung a strange necklace. It resembled a black rhinoceros horn that had shrunk to the size of a knuckle.
Cynthia took off the necklace and stuffed it under her pillow. Then, she left the bedroom with some embarrassment and hesitation. She walked to the bathroom where the admiral was bathing and mustered her courage to twist the handle.
Click. Her hand paused as she realized that the bathroom door had been locked from the inside at some point in time.
With a blank look, Cynthia instinctively twisted it twice. Click.
Click. The bathroom door didn't budge at all.
PS: I wish everyone a happy new year. May everything go smoothly!
。 Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens
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