Chapter 499 The First Day of Separation
"So it's you."
The demigod stared at Klein with his majestic eyes until the latter felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
"I just collected a fairly large bounty from your military in Bayam, and it was a reward for my hard work. I didn't even have time to claim any expenses from my newly established informant relationship. You don't need to pretend to know me... Hmm, but perhaps the admiral has heard about my killing of a pirate in public?"
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He looked at the other party despite the pressure of the demigod, and found that Amyrius nodded and returned to his desk.
"Let's proceed with the plan as usual. You will completely become like me. Haha, I know you can do it."
Tracy... I just killed her third officer, and she leaked the news that I could turn into Elaine. Fortunately, Angel often changes his appearance, so most people don't know that the person next to me is 'Angelica'..."
After a moment's thought, Klein nodded gently and turned his face away, avoiding the other party's observation of the wriggling skin and buds on his face. He deliberately waited a few more seconds, as if he could only barely change his appearance, before turning back to look at Admiral Amyrius.
His face had completely changed into the other person's shape.
Before entering the door, he had adjusted his height and body shape. He originally wanted to pretend to be the "homeless man who looked 80% similar to the admiral" that Bilt had found, but he didn't expect to be exposed by this demigod who could tell whether others were extraordinary people.
"Not bad, not bad." A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Amyrius walked closer again, admiring his own face on someone else's body. His serious expression and the downturned corners of his mouth relaxed a little. "You know what I want, right?"
"For at least three days, but no more than five days, you must completely impersonate your Excellency, attend various social activities according to the provided schedule, and manage various interpersonal relationships. During this time, you must not actively reveal your identity, do anything that would be detrimental to your identity, or have any contact with anyone around you beyond the scope of the commission."
Klein had already obtained the other party's information and "commission requirements" and responded without hesitation.
These were all very reasonable requests, especially the last one, which he believed the admiral was referring to specifically: his mistress, Cynthia, who was kept in a beautiful house on the island of Oravi.
"That's right, but since you're a Beyonder, we still need to sign a contract."
As he spoke, Amyrius returned to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write. Every time the pen tip touched the paper, a golden light burst out from it, making the admiral's figure look taller and more majestic.
This scene... resembled Angel's description of the time he signed the contract with Anne. Was Amyrius a demigod of the "Arbitrator" path? This matched the royal family's mastery of the potion path, and also meant that this admiral was a demigod trained by the royal family. But why would he come to this island and conceal his "disappearance" for a few days?
Squinting his eyes, Klein observed the other party against the pressure of the golden light, his mind full of thoughts.
After an unknown amount of time, Amyrius stopped writing and asked Bilt, who was kneeling on one knee beside him, to stand up, take the contract, and hand it to Klein.
The latter lowered his head and studied the terms carefully, and found that they were nothing more than the refinement of the requirements mentioned earlier, such as not being able to leave Oravi Island, not being able to use the status of admiral for personal gain, etc.
But there's no mention of reward... He looked doubtfully at Bilt Brando, the man who had invited him. The leader of the Adventurers' Mutual Aid Association had just been reprimanded by the Admiral, and now had a flattering smile on his face. He whispered,
"We will also pay the balance."
Klein nodded, no longer doubting, and signed his name, Gehrman Sparrow.
Similar to signing a courier contract, after using this pseudonym for a period of time, it will refer to the person in similar contracts, rather than becoming invalid because it is not the real name.
As the paper faded and disappeared, golden light enveloped Klein and Amyrius, and the contract was established.
Afterwards, the "Arbitrator" demigod handed Klein a talisman made from his own blood and the royal "Level 0" seal. This "Ninth Law" talisman mimics the deterrent power of Amyrius, allowing Klein to be indistinguishable from the demigod himself when disciplining his subordinates and issuing orders, making it difficult for ordinary people and extraordinary people to detect. Moreover, at critical moments, it can be used as a disposable item to impose certain specified restrictions on the enemy, with the same effect as the "ban" released by the demigod.
"If it ends successfully without any accidents, you can keep this talisman. It is valid for one year."
After saying this, Amyrius began to unbutton the cuffs of his general's uniform and loosen the belt of his military trousers.
Klein glanced at Bilt beside him. The latter stared out the window, studying the shrubs in the garden. He twitched his lips and took off his windbreaker.
A moment later, he completely transformed into a dignified admiral, while Amyrius, wearing a windbreaker and a silk hat, subdued his dignity and looked like a common Loen gentleman on the street.
After taking a satisfied look at his new image in the mirror, Amyrius, led by Bilt Brando, left the study, walked through the secluded path in the garden, opened the back door of the Governor's Palace, and headed straight for the nearby Port of Oravi.
"Sir, three days' worth of food and water are packed in here. Do you really not need me to prepare a boat for you? The sailors are absolutely reliable."
"unnecessary."
Amyrius replied calmly, took the waterproof bag from Bilt and slung it over his shoulder.
"You go back first and keep an eye on Sparrow, but don't contact him until I come back."
After sending the other person away, Amyrius looked at the still busy night scene on the dock, took out a dark blue ring from his inner pocket, and put it on his finger. Then, his exposed skin gradually became covered with crystal scales, like a mermaid in the night.
As he dived into the sea, the admiral suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to add a restriction to the contract, prohibiting the adventurer, who was rumored to be very crazy, from having an intimate relationship with his mistress.
"Forget it. I guess this guy wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Although he acted wildly, he didn't resist under my pressure. This shows that he knows how to judge the situation. He knows what he can and cannot do..."
As an excuse for his carelessness, Amyrius released a string of bubbles from the gills beside his face. A golden light flashed on his body, and the seawater that was close to his skin and had great resistance was repelled. His swimming speed increased several times, as if he was flying in the sea.
His direction was towards the southwest Port of Hakata.
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Recalling the contents of the document in his mind and pondering "how should I respond if it were the admiral himself," Klein did his best to send away the guests who approached him. After dealing with Amyrius's brother, Governor of Olav, Austin Levitt, who seemed to be hiding something, he did not forget the differences in their habits and tastes during the buffet. After filling his stomach with dishes that he did not like but that the admiral loved, he finally left the Governor's Mansion and returned to the admiral's private residence on the island.
In the carriage, he also had to face his personal secretary Lu Eran, who was most likely to see through his disguise. Unlike Amyrius's brother and mistress, if the latter found any problems, he would really have the motive to report them to the military and the royal family.
However, relatives and lovers tend to help him cover up.
Even as he stood at the door of the mansion, Klein was still recalling the account sheet that Lu Er'an handed him.
Toilet paper that costs 1 pound a roll, and a bathhouse that costs thousands of pounds to be renovated dozens of times a year, which is quite a legacy inherited from the army of a certain country on Earth... He muttered silently as he watched the butler push open the door and enter the mansion surrounded by servants.
Before he could fully appreciate the decoration and furnishings in the mansion, a beautiful young lady in her twenties, dressed in a conservative dress, came up to him.
Her long golden hair fell to her waist, and there seemed to be a hidden light in her blue eyes. She had a faint, girlish smile on her face. She was Cynthia, Amyrius's mistress here.
The test is coming!
Klein's nerves tensed.
In his expectation, it would be almost impossible for the guests at the banquet, the soldiers at the naval base, and the servants in the mansion to see through his disguise. The faceless man's performance was almost flawless, and even if there were a few flaws, these servants would only think that they had seen it wrong or remembered it wrongly, rather than suspecting that the admiral was no longer the original admiral.
Only Governor Austin of Olav, personal secretary Lu Er'an and mistress Cynthia could possibly discover the problem because they had spent a long time together and were very familiar with the admiral himself.
The most difficult person to deal with was his personal secretary, and the one who embarrassed Klein the most was undoubtedly Cynthia in front of him.
She dressed conservatively, taking into account Amyrius's reluctance to show her charming side to others. Although she appeared to be wearing no makeup, her entire body was meticulously groomed. She shampooed her hair with Amyrius's favorite scent, and even her eyelashes were smoother than those of an ordinary person... The Faceless Man's ability allowed Klein to analyze a lot the moment they met, allowing him to respond promptly.
A smile appeared on his face, diluting the seriousness he had always displayed. He opened his arms and walked towards Cynthia, but his eyes stayed on her long golden hair.
The length is just right, but if it were a little lighter, it would...
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Angel carefully took care of his long light blond hair in front of the half-length mirror in the bathroom. He picked out one strand and straightened it, then measured it with his fingers and found that it had grown several centimeters longer than last month.
"Strange, do witches' hair grow particularly fast? Thinking back, it seems every witch I've ever met has long hair, even Tracy, who only likes to dress like men. Is it because they've long realized there's no point in cutting their hair short?"
After traveling here for half a year, she had long been accustomed to the female body. She did not act pretentiously, but put on her nightgown naturally, tied her hair, left the bathroom, and returned to the deserted living room.
"Klein should have started playing the admiral by now and moved into the barracks... I wonder if he's used to life there?"
Looking at the naval port on the seashore in the moonlight outside the window, she thought blankly.
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