Chapter 623: First NightTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas StudiosAs he touched the Ninth Law charm in his pocket, Klein adjusted his height and details regarding his appearance, making him look identical to Amyrius Rieveldt.He walked out from the sundry room by using another door and walked down a silent corridor, back into the governor-general’s office.On the way, waiters and maidservants would occasionally pa.s.s by him, but no one dared to look straight at him. Just catching sight of his admiral uniform would have them scurrying to the sides as they bowed with their heads lowered.Any person of the same height could probably find his way into the banquet hall when donning these clothes… I have to say, acting as an important figure can be easier than acting like an ordinary person… Klein continued looking straight as he maintained his somber att.i.tude. He walked towards a path paved with black brick in an unhurried fas.h.i.+on.He soon heard beautiful and melodic music as elegant wall lamps were burning with gas, illuminating the dark environment.Just as Klein approached a break room, he saw a room open. A middle-aged man had been waiting there as he walked over.The man had black hair and blue eyes. His facial features somewhat resemble Amyrius, but his forehead was higher and his eyebags were puffy. The corners of his mouth didn’t droop.He was none other than Amyrius Rieveldt’s youngest brother, Aston Rieveldt.This gentleman had once served in the navy, and he had been promoted to colonel after rendering meritorious services in the Southern Continent’s colonies. Later, he got sick of his military career, and together with political balance, he agreed to a switch in career and became the governor-general.In the five to six years he was in Oravi, due to the importance placed on the island’s location and resources, he pushed for the Rieveldt family to ma.s.s purchase farmland and estates, allowing him to own plenty of property.This wasn’t completely obtained through his powers either. Aston and the Rieveldt family had paid a sufficient price, and they even took loans with the bank. It wasn’t like the Balam east coast where land belonging to the Feysac people were forcefully bought at extremely low prices.Of course, if he wasn’t Governor-general, then Oravi and his elder brother wouldn’t be the highest commander of the Central Sonia Sea’s navy, and the Rieveldt family wouldn’t have so easily convinced their targets to sell such excellent farmland and estates.Here comes the test… Klein calmly approached and stopped in front of Aston Rieveldt.Aston looked around and asked in a deep voice, “Have you decided on that matter?”What matter… Klein first felt blank before he recalled an introduction in the information he received—”if Aston requests for a private chat or asks for an answer to a certain matter, tell him that an answer will be given to him when departing from Oravi.”Admiral Amyrius really antic.i.p.ated this. I just need to watch my att.i.tude and tone. Yes, I also need to use the unique terms and p.r.o.nunciations used by Loen aristocrats… Klein gently nodded and sternly said, “Wait a few more days.“The answer will be given to you when departing from Oravi.”Aston didn’t raise any doubts as he chuckled.“You seem to be waiting for something to give you the strength to decide.”That matter that Admiral Amyrius has to do himself? Klein’s heart stirred as he familiarly used the tone of high-level personnel.“Keep your conjectures to yourself.”With that said, he took a step forward and walked towards the banquet hall.Aston Rieveldt focused on his elder brother’s back, his expression gradually turning cold. He then shook his head slightly.After entering the banquet hall, Klein surveyed the area and walked towards the long table with food on it. From time to time, he would stop to exchange pleasantries with people who came near him.During this process, he realized that he didn’t need to understand the topics raised in any conversation. All he needed to do was nod occasionally, allowing the conversation to harmoniously progress until its end.Indeed, the status of an important figure makes certain aspects of acting easy, but correspondingly, there are certain matters that can be difficult… Klein tore through one “obstacle” after another before finally arriving at the long table.He casually picked up a plate and told himself that Admiral Amyrius liked fish, beef, and lobster, while disliking chicken and goose. Therefore, he avoided food like the roasted chicken and Backlund-styled roasted goose. He picked up some beef, fried Dragon-Bone Fish, and Odora lobster with b.u.t.ter and cheese.As the metallic containers had their bottoms lined with asbestos, with red-hot charcoal burning under it or steaming-hot water, all of the food maintained an appropriate temperature. Klein nearly broke down, destroying his persona when he took the first bite.He tried his best to maintain Admiral Amyrius’s image as he held his plate and chatted with the port city’s member of parliament, navy suppliers, etc. He seriously listened to what they had to say, stuffing food into his mouth from time to time.He noticed that a young man in a tailcoat kept following behind him.He had neat, blond hair that he combed backward. He had a receding hairline with light-blue eyes. He looked handsome and gentlemanly.Identical to the picture. Amyrius’s secretary, Luan… Klein controlled himself and didn’t size him up. He wanted to fill his stomach before the end of the banquet.Once out of the governor-general’s office, Klein boarded the carriage which was guarded by bodyguards. He sat beside the wine cabinet.The blond secretary, Luan, followed him in. As his leather boots stepped onto the thick, soft carpet, he silently inched towards a spot opposite Klein.He sat there, but he only occupied a third of the seat.The carriage began moving as Luan took out a stack of doc.u.ments from the black briefcase he carried.“Your Excellency, this is the Oravi naval base’s ledger for the year 1349.”Klein extended his hand over and casually browsed through a few pages.What? A pound for a roll of toilet paper? The naval base’s bathroom was renovated twenty times a year? Klein did some simple math and discovered all sorts of ridiculous line items.Isn’t accounting such as this way too simple and obvious? I can even give them cla.s.ses and specially teach them how to make claims! Klein seriously considered the att.i.tude he should show.From his point of view, the greatest difficulty in disguising as Amyrius was to fool Luan.This wasn’t to say that Governor-general Aston and Miss Cynthia weren’t as familiar with Admiral Amyrius as his secretary. It was just that, as his younger brother, Aston might help his brother conceal the matter if he discovered something amiss after being given a hint. Similarly, as his mistress, Cynthia would be inclined to help conceal the matter for the admiral as his dependent.Of course, the possibility that Cynthia was a spy couldn’t be eliminated. There was still the matter of there being a chance of being used by a spy, but nothing could be as dangerous as Luan, whose duty was to monitor the admiral.I can’t expose any problems… What kind of att.i.tude would Admiral Amyrius have when faced with such a report? Go into a rage, or pretend to be in a rage? No, the Oravi naval base personnel wouldn’t be that daring to hand over a clearly problematic report as though he were blind. They must have a certain level of confidence and a tacit understanding between them… As the information didn’t mention this, Klein could only make a judgment based on his experience.Furthermore, he could confirm that either the Oravi naval base’s report was beyond Admiral Amyrius’s expectations or was determined to be of little importance. Just based on the schedule, it was something that could easily be dealt with.Regardless of the possibilities, I have to use the att.i.tude that a person of high standing will usually employ. That is to not indicate my stance… Klein closed the doc.u.ments and handed it back to the blond secretary, Luan. He said expressionlessly, “Put it on my desk.”In between the lines, this sentence meant: “I’ll look through it carefully.” To others, it would mean something different based on their standpoints.If the Oravi naval base had done it without warning, this meant that the admiral was somewhat dissatisfied and was awaiting an explanation.If the two had reached a tacit, mutual understanding on the matter, it meant that Admiral Amyrius wished to obtain more favorable benefits in the matter. As for whether it would offend anyone, Klein didn’t care. After all, he wouldn’t be Amyrius Rieveldt in a few days time. He believed that a true demiG.o.d had the means to repress the anger of his subordinates.In addition, he was grateful that Amyrius wasn’t a demiG.o.d of the Church of Storms. Otherwise, he had to consider whether to nod his head and pa.s.s the report, or throw the doc.u.ment back in anger while throwing a few people in pa.s.sing into the sea to feed the fishes.“Yes, Your Excellency.” The blond secretary, Luan, didn’t change his expression. He stuffed the doc.u.ment back into his black briefcase as though he had long expected such a response.On the way back, Klein leaned into the carriage according to Amyrius Rieveldt’s habits. He half-closed his eyes as though he was contemplating certain matters, but in fact, he wasn’t thinking of anything.Luan maintained his silence and didn’t speak at all.Human-height iron-black street lamps were quickly left behind as the carriage drove close to the naval base before taking a bend into a house with a garden and lawn.Just as Klein walked up the steps, a butler opened the door for him as servants lined the two sides, reverently awaiting his entrance.The living room was decorated in a very cla.s.sic manner. There were oil paintings of beautiful scenery hung up, limestone statues, simple and elegant vases, etc. A faint but lingering fragrance emanated in the room, one that reached into the heart.Klein, who should’ve relaxed, ended up tensing up as he saw a beautiful lady walk towards him in a home gown.She looked to be in her early twenties. Her blonde hair cascaded down, and when she cast her blue eyes over, it was as though there was a glow hidden within them. While filled with gentle feminineness, there were still some remnants of her youth. She was none other than Admiral Amyrius’s mistress, Cynthia.Klein held back his discomfort and allowed Amyrius’s stern face to reveal a smile as he widened his arms.Cynthia threw herself into his arms and tiptoed. With her cheeks by his cheek, she whispered with a smile, “Admiral, I’ve already heated the water for you in the bathtub.”This means she had someone monitor the end of the banquet… Being a mistress isn’t something simple either… Admiral Amyrius does like to take hot baths so as to relax his thoughts… In order to ignore how close their cheeks were, Klein allowed his thoughts to wander.As a straight man, he should’ve felt embarra.s.sed while also being rather glad to be approached by such a beautiful member of the opposite s.e.x. However, the temporary contract made him have zero urges. Hence, all that was left was awkwardness.“Very good,” Klein praised her as he gently pushed Cynthia away, having had nowhere to place them.Knowing that the admiral didn’t like to be intimate in front of the servants, Cynthia retreated and led Klein to the second floor. He was brought into the bathroom as he prepared a bathrobe for him.After doing all of this, Cynthia instructed the servants not to come to the second floor unless they heard the bell ring. Then, she returned to the bedroom, took off all her clothes and changed into a nightgown made of silk.Her nightgown revealed plenty of her chest. It was an alluring snow-white, and deep in her cleavage was a special necklace pendant. It was like a miniaturized black rhinoceros horn about the length of a finger segment.Cynthia took off the necklace and stuffed it under her pillow. Amidst her blus.h.i.+ng and hesitation, she left the bedroom and came outside the bathroom where the admiral was bathing. Mustering her strength, she pulled at the handle.Creak. Her hand paused. She realized that the bathroom’s door had been locked from the inside at some point in time.With a blank look, Cynthia instinctively yanked at it again.Creak. Creak. The bathroom’s door didn’t budge an inch.
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As he touched the Ninth Law charm in his pocket, Klein adjusted his height and details regarding his appearance, making him look identical to Amyrius Rieveldt.
He walked out from the sundry room by using another door and walked down a silent corridor, back into the governor-general’s office.
On the way, waiters and maidservants would occasionally pa.s.s by him, but no one dared to look straight at him. Just catching sight of his admiral uniform would have them scurrying to the sides as they bowed with their heads lowered.
Any person of the same height could probably find his way into the banquet hall when donning these clothes… I have to say, acting as an important figure can be easier than acting like an ordinary person… Klein continued looking straight as he maintained his somber att.i.tude. He walked towards a path paved with black brick in an unhurried fas.h.i.+on.
He soon heard beautiful and melodic music as elegant wall lamps were burning with gas, illuminating the dark environment.
Just as Klein approached a break room, he saw a room open. A middle-aged man had been waiting there as he walked over.
The man had black hair and blue eyes. His facial features somewhat resemble Amyrius, but his forehead was higher and his eyebags were puffy. The corners of his mouth didn’t droop.
He was none other than Amyrius Rieveldt’s youngest brother, Aston Rieveldt.
This gentleman had once served in the navy, and he had been promoted to colonel after rendering meritorious services in the Southern Continent’s colonies. Later, he got sick of his military career, and together with political balance, he agreed to a switch in career and became the governor-general.
In the five to six years he was in Oravi, due to the importance placed on the island’s location and resources, he pushed for the Rieveldt family to ma.s.s purchase farmland and estates, allowing him to own plenty of property.
This wasn’t completely obtained through his powers either. Aston and the Rieveldt family had paid a sufficient price, and they even took loans with the bank. It wasn’t like the Balam east coast where land belonging to the Feysac people were forcefully bought at extremely low prices.
Of course, if he wasn’t Governor-general, then Oravi and his elder brother wouldn’t be the highest commander of the Central Sonia Sea’s navy, and the Rieveldt family wouldn’t have so easily convinced their targets to sell such excellent farmland and estates.
Here comes the test… Klein calmly approached and stopped in front of Aston Rieveldt.
Aston looked around and asked in a deep voice, “Have you decided on that matter?”
What matter… Klein first felt blank before he recalled an introduction in the information he received—”if Aston requests for a private chat or asks for an answer to a certain matter, tell him that an answer will be given to him when departing from Oravi.”
Admiral Amyrius really antic.i.p.ated this. I just need to watch my att.i.tude and tone. Yes, I also need to use the unique terms and p.r.o.nunciations used by Loen aristocrats… Klein gently nodded and sternly said, “Wait a few more days.
“The answer will be given to you when departing from Oravi.”
Aston didn’t raise any doubts as he chuckled.
“You seem to be waiting for something to give you the strength to decide.”
That matter that Admiral Amyrius has to do himself? Klein’s heart stirred as he familiarly used the tone of high-level personnel.
“Keep your conjectures to yourself.”
With that said, he took a step forward and walked towards the banquet hall.
Aston Rieveldt focused on his elder brother’s back, his expression gradually turning cold. He then shook his head slightly.
After entering the banquet hall, Klein surveyed the area and walked towards the long table with food on it. From time to time, he would stop to exchange pleasantries with people who came near him.
During this process, he realized that he didn’t need to understand the topics raised in any conversation. All he needed to do was nod occasionally, allowing the conversation to harmoniously progress until its end.
Indeed, the status of an important figure makes certain aspects of acting easy, but correspondingly, there are certain matters that can be difficult… Klein tore through one “obstacle” after another before finally arriving at the long table.
He casually picked up a plate and told himself that Admiral Amyrius liked fish, beef, and lobster, while disliking chicken and goose. Therefore, he avoided food like the roasted chicken and Backlund-styled roasted goose. He picked up some beef, fried Dragon-Bone Fish, and Odora lobster with b.u.t.ter and cheese.
As the metallic containers had their bottoms lined with asbestos, with red-hot charcoal burning under it or steaming-hot water, all of the food maintained an appropriate temperature. Klein nearly broke down, destroying his persona when he took the first bite.
He tried his best to maintain Admiral Amyrius’s image as he held his plate and chatted with the port city’s member of parliament, navy suppliers, etc. He seriously listened to what they had to say, stuffing food into his mouth from time to time.
He noticed that a young man in a tailcoat kept following behind him.
He had neat, blond hair that he combed backward. He had a receding hairline with light-blue eyes. He looked handsome and gentlemanly.
Identical to the picture. Amyrius’s secretary, Luan… Klein controlled himself and didn’t size him up. He wanted to fill his stomach before the end of the banquet.
Once out of the governor-general’s office, Klein boarded the carriage which was guarded by bodyguards. He sat beside the wine cabinet.
The blond secretary, Luan, followed him in. As his leather boots stepped onto the thick, soft carpet, he silently inched towards a spot opposite Klein.
He sat there, but he only occupied a third of the seat.
The carriage began moving as Luan took out a stack of doc.u.ments from the black briefcase he carried.
“Your Excellency, this is the Oravi naval base’s ledger for the year 1349.”
Klein extended his hand over and casually browsed through a few pages.
What? A pound for a roll of toilet paper? The naval base’s bathroom was renovated twenty times a year? Klein did some simple math and discovered all sorts of ridiculous line items.
Isn’t accounting such as this way too simple and obvious? I can even give them cla.s.ses and specially teach them how to make claims! Klein seriously considered the att.i.tude he should show.
From his point of view, the greatest difficulty in disguising as Amyrius was to fool Luan.
This wasn’t to say that Governor-general Aston and Miss Cynthia weren’t as familiar with Admiral Amyrius as his secretary. It was just that, as his younger brother, Aston might help his brother conceal the matter if he discovered something amiss after being given a hint. Similarly, as his mistress, Cynthia would be inclined to help conceal the matter for the admiral as his dependent.
Of course, the possibility that Cynthia was a spy couldn’t be eliminated. There was still the matter of there being a chance of being used by a spy, but nothing could be as dangerous as Luan, whose duty was to monitor the admiral.
I can’t expose any problems… What kind of att.i.tude would Admiral Amyrius have when faced with such a report? Go into a rage, or pretend to be in a rage? No, the Oravi naval base personnel wouldn’t be that daring to hand over a clearly problematic report as though he were blind. They must have a certain level of confidence and a tacit understanding between them… As the information didn’t mention this, Klein could only make a judgment based on his experience.
Furthermore, he could confirm that either the Oravi naval base’s report was beyond Admiral Amyrius’s expectations or was determined to be of little importance. Just based on the schedule, it was something that could easily be dealt with.
Regardless of the possibilities, I have to use the att.i.tude that a person of high standing will usually employ. That is to not indicate my stance… Klein closed the doc.u.ments and handed it back to the blond secretary, Luan. He said expressionlessly, “Put it on my desk.”
In between the lines, this sentence meant: “I’ll look through it carefully.” To others, it would mean something different based on their standpoints.
If the Oravi naval base had done it without warning, this meant that the admiral was somewhat dissatisfied and was awaiting an explanation.
If the two had reached a tacit, mutual understanding on the matter, it meant that Admiral Amyrius wished to obtain more favorable benefits in the matter. As for whether it would offend anyone, Klein didn’t care. After all, he wouldn’t be Amyrius Rieveldt in a few days time. He believed that a true demiG.o.d had the means to repress the anger of his subordinates.
In addition, he was grateful that Amyrius wasn’t a demiG.o.d of the Church of Storms. Otherwise, he had to consider whether to nod his head and pa.s.s the report, or throw the doc.u.ment back in anger while throwing a few people in pa.s.sing into the sea to feed the fishes.
“Yes, Your Excellency.” The blond secretary, Luan, didn’t change his expression. He stuffed the doc.u.ment back into his black briefcase as though he had long expected such a response.
On the way back, Klein leaned into the carriage according to Amyrius Rieveldt’s habits. He half-closed his eyes as though he was contemplating certain matters, but in fact, he wasn’t thinking of anything.
Luan maintained his silence and didn’t speak at all.
Human-height iron-black street lamps were quickly left behind as the carriage drove close to the naval base before taking a bend into a house with a garden and lawn.
Just as Klein walked up the steps, a butler opened the door for him as servants lined the two sides, reverently awaiting his entrance.
The living room was decorated in a very cla.s.sic manner. There were oil paintings of beautiful scenery hung up, limestone statues, simple and elegant vases, etc. A faint but lingering fragrance emanated in the room, one that reached into the heart.
Klein, who should’ve relaxed, ended up tensing up as he saw a beautiful lady walk towards him in a home gown.
She looked to be in her early twenties. Her blonde hair cascaded down, and when she cast her blue eyes over, it was as though there was a glow hidden within them. While filled with gentle feminineness, there were still some remnants of her youth. She was none other than Admiral Amyrius’s mistress, Cynthia.
Klein held back his discomfort and allowed Amyrius’s stern face to reveal a smile as he widened his arms.
Cynthia threw herself into his arms and tiptoed. With her cheeks by his cheek, she whispered with a smile, “Admiral, I’ve already heated the water for you in the bathtub.”
This means she had someone monitor the end of the banquet… Being a mistress isn’t something simple either… Admiral Amyrius does like to take hot baths so as to relax his thoughts… In order to ignore how close their cheeks were, Klein allowed his thoughts to wander.
As a straight man, he should’ve felt embarra.s.sed while also being rather glad to be approached by such a beautiful member of the opposite s.e.x. However, the temporary contract made him have zero urges. Hence, all that was left was awkwardness.
“Very good,” Klein praised her as he gently pushed Cynthia away, having had nowhere to place them.
Knowing that the admiral didn’t like to be intimate in front of the servants, Cynthia retreated and led Klein to the second floor. He was brought into the bathroom as he prepared a bathrobe for him.
After doing all of this, Cynthia instructed the servants not to come to the second floor unless they heard the bell ring. Then, she returned to the bedroom, took off all her clothes and changed into a nightgown made of silk.
Her nightgown revealed plenty of her chest. It was an alluring snow-white, and deep in her cleavage was a special necklace pendant. It was like a miniaturized black rhinoceros horn about the length of a finger segment.
Cynthia took off the necklace and stuffed it under her pillow. Amidst her blus.h.i.+ng and hesitation, she left the bedroom and came outside the bathroom where the admiral was bathing. Mustering her strength, she pulled at the handle.
Creak. Her hand paused. She realized that the bathroom’s door had been locked from the inside at some point in time.
With a blank look, Cynthia instinctively yanked at it again.
Creak. Creak. The bathroom’s door didn’t budge an inch.