In the bathroom, there was a wet and dry section. Steam filled the entire bathtub.
Apart from his head, Klein's entire body was immersed in the hot water. He lay there comfortably, not even wishing to move his toes.
What a beautiful night … If only Cynthia wasn't outside. I'll still have to deal with her later … Klein sighed as he considered how to find an excuse to avoid intimate matters.
According to Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt's characteristics, he decided to start with his work. Following that, he would list his recent physical discomfort, the loss of his ability in that area due to his injuries, the fact that he had just ingested drugs that needed some time to digest, or the sudden awakening of his true sexual orientation, making him find a curly-haired baboon attractive.
As for whether this would damage the admiral's image, Klein didn't feel any pressure. As long as Cynthia didn't suspect him of being a fake Amyrius Rieveldt, he would have successfully completed his mission.
How to explain those excuses and find a reason to return to normal is Admiral Amyrius's problem. What has it got to do with me, German Sparrow? What has the German Sparrow's ruined image got to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up in satisfaction and walked out dripping wet. He wrapped himself in a towel and wiped his body.
After changing into the hanging bathrobe, Klein silently drew a breath. As though he was facing a formidable foe, he unlocked the door and opened the bathroom door.
Seeing the empty corridor with only the light from the wall lamps illuminating the dark corridor, Klein relaxed a little and no longer tensed up.
This feels no different from challenging the pirate admirals … Amidst his mumbling, he suddenly discovered a serious problem. He didn't know which master bedroom or study was.
Regardless, I have to inform Cynthia; otherwise, it will make Admiral Amyrius look odd and guilty … Klein recalled the layout of similar houses and attempted to accurately find the master bedroom.
At this moment, the door diagonally opposite opened with a creak. Cynthia, who was only wearing a silk nightgown, walked out.
Her blonde hair was slightly messy, and there were even a few strands floating in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips. Her eyes were half-hidden, and her lips were half-closed. In the dim and ambiguous environment, she looked extremely alluring.
The collar of the silk nightgown was wide open, and the snow-white cleavage was reflected in Klein's eyes at the same time.
"…" Klein nearly looked up at the ceiling to escape the intense stimulation.
Calm down, calm down. You are Amyrius Rieveldt … Furthermore, you are someone who has seen a Demoness … Compared to Ailment Maiden, this lady's charm is clearly lacking … Wait, why am I thinking of Demoness? Who knows if they were male or female in the past … Klein maintained his gaze and even sized him up with a "teasing" expression.
At this moment, he could feel that primitive desire, but the lower half of his body did not move …
"Is this the second sign of a temporary contract? Actually, there's no need for Admiral Amyrius to go through so much trouble. Even if I have the urge, I can control myself … What haven't I seen before?
Hmm … Cynthia is a little different from the records. Isn't it said that she has only been Amyrius's mistress for a year or two, and that she doesn't see him most of the time? Isn't it said that she can't let herself go when it comes to such matters? Why does she have the inclination of taking the initiative to seduce him today?
"Is it because she feels that her position isn't stable, or has she been replaced?" Ever since he became a Faceless, Klein found everyone fake.
Cynthia's eyes drooped. The courage she had mustered vanished bit by bit under Amyrius's scrutiny. Her face was gradually dyed with a heart-stirring blush as she felt embarrassed and a little proud.
Then, she heard the admiral calmly instruct, "Prepare some coffee for me.
"Help me prepare coffee and put it in the study.
"I have many things to settle tonight. You don't have to wait for me."
"…" Cynthia looked up blankly, her face still blushing.
She was momentarily unable to understand Admiral Amyrius's words.
Klein secretly drew a breath and went forward to hug her. He gently kissed her forehead.
"I'll accompany you properly in a few days."
Such a response came from the records. All he did was change his words slightly.
To be frank, if he hadn't known Amyrius beforehand, Klein would definitely believe that Admiral Amyrius would wear a deadpan expression when interacting with his mistress or exercising in bed. Everything he said and did would be extremely serious. However, this demigod also had a gentle tone and a flirtatious side to him. He just wasn't good at saying sweet nothings.
This made him realize something. Many people were unable to imagine what he was like in private just by looking at his surface. To put on a true disguise, a Faceless needed to do detailed research and have sufficient understanding of the person. It was just like how Magicians didn't perform unprepared.
Cynthia revealed a clear look of disappointment, but she quickly reined in her emotions and forced a smile.
"Alright.
"Admiral, your pajamas are in your room. A bathrobe isn't suitable for handling matters."
This is consistent with the information. She's rather considerate and knows how to understand others … Klein watched as Cynthia turned to enter the room and pull the bell. He took this opportunity to take off his bathrobe and change into a dark red pajama top and pajama pants of the same color.
Cynthia diligently opened the door to the study and cleaned up the slightly messy table. Then, she waited for the maid to brew some coffee before personally taking it from her and bringing it in.
During this process, Klein flipped through the documents and information, pretending to be very professional. But in fact, he knew almost nothing about the relevant data and design concepts of ironclad warships and warships. He was no different from an illiterate.
In such fields, he only knew the concepts of aircraft carriers, air supremacy, large warship cannons, and multiple cannon turrets.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Cynthia silently leave and close the door. Klein heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had managed to muddle through the night.
In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips and took out the necklace from under her pillow. She held the black rhinoceros horn-shaped item that was the size of a knuckle in her palm.
She stood there and prayed softly, "Great Mother Tree of Desire, please make me even more alluring.
Great Mother Tree of Desire, please make me even more alluring. Make Admiral Amyrius even more infatuated with me. Let him experience extreme joy from me and give me a child …
…
In the quiet study, Klein rummaged through the documents in front of him. According to how the information was handled, he simply picked out the ones and signed Amyrius Rieveldt's name. The reason why he could imitate the handwriting was that a Faceless could remember a target's traits, while a Clown provided him with precise control.
As for the complicated ones that he couldn't quite understand, Klein wrote similar comments.
"Let's do some more research."
After "busying himself" until dawn, Klein covered his mouth with his palm and yawned.
No, I need to sleep. There are still many challenges tomorrow. I need to maintain my energy … Klein thought for a moment and gave up on returning to the master bedroom.
He raised his right hand and pressed down on his two half-closed eyes. With a sudden pull, he moved them to the sides of his nose bridge.
Right on the heels of that, Klein tore open two slits where his eyes originally were. He used his flesh and blood to disguise them as a pair of fake eyes.
After becoming a Faceless, I'm really becoming more and more like a monster … If only I had such a godly skill back in school … He sighed silently as he half-crouched his body. His real eyes were tightly shut while his fake eyes were opened to "look" at the documents as he fell asleep.
The Clown's special made him instinctively maintain his balance and remain motionless like a marble statue.
After an unknown period of time, Klein suddenly jolted awake from his dream. He sensed that a force was attempting to pull him into a deep slumber and invade him!
Who is it? I haven't done anything recently. Why would someone want to enter my dream? That's not right. I'm now Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt … Klein's heart stirred as he immediately changed his appearance. Even in his dream, he became that demigod.
At the same time, he felt his consciousness contract as though he was hiding from something.
This is different from a normal dream. I've clearly regained my rationality and can struggle free and wake up, but I can't leave the dream … Klein discovered even more oddities after some attempts.
He knew very well that he was sleeping, and he could sense and control his body outside the dream. But regardless of what he did, he couldn't wake up!
Right on the heels of that, a blurry white gas emanated in front of him, condensing into an indistinct figure.
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly as his psyche penetrated the dream, allowing his body in the real world to silently move. Then, he placed his palm into his pocket and touched the Ninth Law charm.
At this moment, the blurry figure calmly said,
"Do not participate in Auston and company's matters.
"This is a warning."
… That's impressive. To actually warn a demigod … What are Auston and company up to? Klein thought for a moment and slightly emanated his spirituality, allowing the Ninth Law charm to emit a deep might. Then, he mimicked it and expressed a similar feeling in his dream.
Following that, he said in a deep voice, "Who are you?
"Who do you represent?"
The blurry figure was taken aback before he sighed and said with a smile, "As expected of Spell Weaver Amyrius.
As expected of Dharma Weaver Amyrius. He's actually able to maintain his lucidity under such circumstances.
No, no, no. Although Amyrius is known as a Spell Weaver, he isn't good at such matters. You should say that as expected of Lord Fool … Klein lampooned before saying solemnly, "Answer my question."
The blurry figure chuckled.
"You don't need to know who I am.
"You don't need to know who I am.
"Do not defy the fate of an era, which is also its trend. This will only make you a sacrifice of history."
"Do not defy the fate of an era, which is also its trend. This will only make you a sacrifice of history."
The fate of an era, the trend of an era, the sacrifice of history … Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly thought of a term:
Twilight Hermit Order!
However, Klein didn't say a word or say those few words. This was because Admiral Amyrius had been himself for the past few days.
When the blurry figure saw Amyrius fall into silence, he didn't say another word. He transformed back into a white gas and vanished from the dream.
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