Chapter 142 Warning

In the bathroom, there are wet and dry partitions, and the diffuse water vapor covers the entire bathtub.

Except for his head, Klein's whole body was immersed in hot water, and he lay there comfortably, not even wanting to move his toes.

What a wonderful night... It would have been nice if there wasn't Cynthia outside, but I'll have to deal with her later... Klein sighed, thinking about how to find excuses to avoid being intimate in the future.

According to the characteristics of Admiral Amyrius Leavitt, he decided to start with work first, followed by the list of recent physical discomfort, loss of ability in that area due to injury, just taking the medicine that needs a certain period of time to digest, and suddenly awakening to the real The sexual orientation of curly-haired baboons all feel good-looking and other reasons.

As for whether this will damage the image of the admiral, Klein has no psychological pressure at all. As long as Cynthia doesn't suspect that he is a fake Amyrius Leavitt, he will be considered as having successfully completed the task.

How to explain those excuses afterwards, and how to find a reason to return to normal, are all problems of Admiral Amyrius. What does it have to do with me, Gehrman Sparrow? What does Gehrman Sparrow's corrupt image have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up comfortably, walked outside wet, wrapped himself in a towel, and wiped his body.

After changing the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a silent breath, unlocked it as if facing an enemy, and unscrewed the bathroom door.

Seeing that the corridor was empty, with only the light from the wall lamps on both sides illuminating the dark passage, Klein relaxed a little and was no longer so tense.

This is almost the same as challenging the pirate generals... While muttering, he suddenly discovered a serious problem, that is, he didn't know which master bedroom was and which study room was.

No matter what, you have to say hello to Cynthia, otherwise it will appear that Admiral "Amyrius" has a guilty conscience... Klein recalled the layout of a similar house and tried to find the master bedroom accurately.

At this moment, the door of the diagonally opposite room creaked open, and Cynthia, who was only wearing a silk nightgown, came out.

Her blond hair hangs down in a mess, and even a few strands float in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips, half-hiding her pupils and half-hiding her lips, making her look extremely alluring in the dim and ambiguous environment.

The neckline of the silk nightgown was wide open, and the snow white and ravines simultaneously caught Klein's eyes.

…Klein almost raised his head and looked at the ceiling in order to avoid this strong stimulation.

Calm down, calm down, you are Amyrius Leavitt... and you are also the one who has seen the **** witch... Compared with the "sick girl",

This lady's charm is obviously not enough...Wait, why am I thinking about witches? Who knows if they were male or female...Klein maintained his gaze, and even looked from top to bottom in a "playful" way. Looked up and down again.

At this moment, he could feel that primitive desire, but there was no movement in his lower body...

"Is this the second manifestation of the temporary contract? Actually, Admiral Amyrius doesn't need to be so troublesome. Even if I feel impulsive, I can still control myself... What scene haven't I seen?

"Hmm... Cynthia is a bit different from what is recorded in the information. It doesn't mean that she has only been Amyrius' mistress for a year or two, and she can't see her most of the time. Do you have to be coaxed by the general every time? Why do you have the tendency to actively seduce today?

"Did he feel the instability of his status, or was she also replaced?" Ever since he became the "Faceless Man", Klein saw everyone as a fake.

Cynthia's eyes drooped, and the courage she had forcibly summoned up gradually disappeared under Amyrius' scrutiny, her face gradually turned a shocking blush, and she was both ashamed and a little proud.

Then, she heard His Excellency the Admiral calmly order:

"Help me prepare coffee and put it in the study.

"I have a lot of things to deal with tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

"..." Cynthia looked up blankly, her face still blushing.

For a moment, she couldn't understand Admiral Amyrius' words.

Klein quietly took a breath, stepped forward to hug him, and kissed his forehead lightly:

"I will accompany you well in a few days."

This response comes from the data, he just changed the wording slightly.

Frankly speaking, if he hadn't learned something beforehand, Klein would definitely think that Admiral Amyrius would keep a straight face when he was with his mistress and when he was exercising on the bed, and he would be very serious in everything he said and did. However, this The demigod also has a soft-toned, flirtatious side, but he is not very good at talking love.

This made him understand one more thing, that is, many people just look at the surface and cannot imagine what he looks like in private. To make a real disguise, a "faceless man" must have careful investigation and full understanding, just like a magician It's the same as not performing an unprepared show.

Cynthia showed obvious disappointment, but quickly suppressed those emotions, smiled and said:

"OK.

"General, your pajamas are in the room, and the bathrobe is not suitable for dealing with business."

This point is consistent with the information, it is more considerate and understands people... Klein watched Cynthia turn around and enter the house, and rang the bell. Taking this opportunity, he took off his bathrobe and changed into dark red pajamas and sleepwear of the same color. pants.

Cynthia opened the door of the study room graciously, dealt with the messy table briefly, then waited for the maid to make coffee, took it with her own hands, and brought it in.

During this process, Klein flipped through the documents and materials, pretending to be very professional, but in fact, he knew almost nothing about the data and design concepts of ironclad ships, sailing battleships and other ships, almost like an illiterate.

In similar fields, he only knows concepts such as aircraft carrier, air supremacy, giant ship cannon, and multiple turrets.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cynthia leave without a sound and close the door. Klein was completely relieved, knowing that tonight was passed.

In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips, took out the necklace from under the pillow, and held the black rhino horn-shaped item the size of a knuckle tightly in her palm.

She stood there, praying in a low voice:

"Great Mother Tree of Desire, please make me more attractive, make Admiral Amyrius more obsessed with me, let him experience the ultimate happiness from me, and give me a child..."

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In the quiet study room, Klein flipped through the documents stacked in front of him, picked out the simple ones according to the processing method on the documents, and signed them with the name of Amyrius Leavitt—the reason why he could imitate handwriting , because the "faceless man" can memorize the characteristics of the target, and the "clown" provides it with precise control.

Klein wrote similar instructions for the complicated ones that he couldn't understand:

"Research it."

"Busy" until early morning, Klein stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and yawned a little.

No, I have to sleep. There are still many challenges tomorrow, so I need to maintain a lot of energy... Klein thought about it, and gave up his plan to go back to the master bedroom.

He raised his right hand, pressed the two half-closed eyes, and pulled them down suddenly, moving them to the sides of the middle of the bridge of the nose.

Immediately afterwards, Klein opened two gaps where the original eyes were, and used flesh and blood to disguise a pair of artificial eyes.

After I became a "faceless man", I became more and more like a monster... If only I had such magical skills when I was in school... He sighed silently, half bent his body like that, closed his real eyes, Fell asleep while "looking" at the file with the fake eyes open.

The special nature of "Joker" made him instinctively maintain his balance, motionless, like a marble statue.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly woke up from his dream, and realized that there was a force trying to pull him into a deep sleep and invade it!

who? I haven't done anything recently, why would anyone want to enter my dream? No, I am Admiral Amyrius Leavitt now... Klein's heart moved, and his appearance changed immediately. Even in his dream, he became that demigod.

At the same time, he only felt that his consciousness was shrinking, as if he was avoiding something.

This is different from normal dreaming. I have clearly regained my sanity and can break free and wake up on my own, but I can't leave the dream at all... Klein discovered more weirdness after a little experimentation.

He clearly knows that he is sleeping, and can sense and manipulate the body outside the dream, but no matter what, he can't wake up!

Immediately afterwards, a blurred white air filled his eyes, forming an invisible figure.

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, and his spirit penetrated the dream, causing the real body to move silently. Then he put his palm in his pocket and touched the "Ninth Law" spell.

At this time, the vague figure calmly said:

"Don't get involved in Auston's affairs.

"This is a warning."

...It's a bit powerful, to warn a demigod... What exactly are Auston and the others trying to do? Klein thought for a while, spread his spirituality a little, let the "Ninth Law" charm exude a deep majesty, then imitated it, showed a similar feeling in his dream, and then said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?

"Who do you represent?"

The vague figure froze for a moment, then sighed and smiled:

"As expected of Amyrius the 'Spell Weaver', he was able to stay awake under such circumstances."

No, no, although Amyrius is known as the "Spell Weaver", he is not good at similar things. You should say that he is worthy of being Lord "The Fool"... Klein slandered a few words, and said seriously:

"answer my question."

The blurry figure chuckled lightly and said:

"You don't need to know who I am.

"As a demigod, you should be well aware that everything has its destiny, and so does every age.

"Don't defy the destiny of an era, that is, its trend, it will only make you a victim of history."

The fate of the times, the trend of the times, the victims of history... Hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered a term:

"Twilight Hermit Society"!

But Klein didn't open his mouth, didn't utter those few words, because the Admiral Amyrius was himself in the past few days.

Seeing that "Spell Weaver" Amyrius fell silent, the vague figure didn't say anything more, and turned into white air again, and disappeared into this dreamland.