Admiral Amyrius Levitt... a true demigod... After hearing Bilt's explanation, two words instantly popped up in Klein's mind:

"Sorry, bye!"

Seeing Gehrman Sparrow raised his eyebrows slightly, Bilt quickly explained:

“It doesn’t make the mission any less difficult.

"No one here needs a demigod to show off his strength."

He cleared his throat, put on a smile and said:

"In order to make this mission less difficult, the Admiral specially arranged to inspect the Oravi Naval Base in the next few days. This way, he doesn't need to stay in the naval base in the Central Sonia Sea, the 'City of Generosity' Bayam, and thus avoid the 'Sea King' Yan Cotman, avoid the Governor of the Rorsted Islands George Nigan, avoid most of his subordinates who are familiar with him, avoid his relatives who run the family business there, and avoid the mistress who knows him best.

“That is to say, you don’t have to face the gaze of a demigod, and you don’t have to face numerous tests.

"There are only three people here who are familiar with the Admiral. The first is his secretary, Lieutenant Colonel Lueran, who belongs to the MI9 and is responsible for supervising the Admiral. He must have used many names, and I don't know if this is his real name. The second is the Admiral's mistress here, a beautiful lady named Cynthia. Her ancestors are said to be nobles, but they were stripped of their titles and exiled here. The third is the Governor of Oravi, Austin Levitt. He is the youngest brother of the Admiral, and Earl Levitt of the House of Lords is their elder brother."

It doesn't sound that difficult, and my divination results also show that there is not much danger... Klein was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and said:

"I need detailed information about Amyrius Levitt."

"We are ready. This is his photo, this is a description of his physical features in hiding, this is his accent, this is his word choice, this is his different reactions and attitudes to different events, this is the details of his interactions with Lueran, Cynthia, Austin and others..." Bilt was delighted and immediately took out a lot of information from Admiral Amyrius Levitt.

Klein took the photo first and saw that it was of a middle-aged man with black hair and blue eyes. He had a serious and old-fashioned temperament, and his hair was much thicker than that of the average Loen man.

He nodded imperceptibly and then raised his head.

"I know this is a lot of information, but I believe you will be able to remember it within these two days. You must be very professional in this area..." Bilt took a step back subconsciously before he finished speaking, because the person in front of him was no longer Gehrman Sparrow, but Amyrius Levitt. The serious and arrogant feeling was exactly the same as the real person!

"Storm, this, this is almost a miracle!" Bilt looked at it from head to toe and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration, "However, the height can be three centimeters more, and the legs can be stronger. It doesn't matter, there is no need to worry. The admiral will arrive with the First Squadron of the Royal Navy's Central Sonia Fleet the day after tomorrow, inspect the Oravi Naval Base in the afternoon, and hold a dinner at the Governor's Mansion. I have an invitation letter, I can take you in and observe the admiral's behavior and attitude when communicating with different people."

As he spoke, he took the 500 pounds in cash that Sotos took out from the safe and handed it to Klein.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

Klein weighed the money, examined it for a few seconds and said:

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

…………

Backlund, Williams Street.

As a less noticeable member of the Red Gloves, Leonard Mitchell stood with his back against the outer wall of a house, waiting for the initial interrogation at the scene to be completed.

He raised his right foot and only touched the ground with his toes, looking quite casual.

After a while, he saw a teammate returning here with a complicated expression, excited, confused, expectant, and nervous.

"Thomson, any results?" Leonard's heart moved, and he moved closer with a smile.

"Yeah." Townsend nodded and answered frankly, "Both sides confessed. They couldn't lie in their dreams."

Townsend, who had sparse hair, put on his hat again and said:

"Their stories are consistent. There is a ruin belonging to the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Epoch under this street. The entrance is preliminarily confirmed to be in the abandoned chapel. As for whether there are other entrances, no one knows for now."

"I see..." Leonard didn't ask any more questions. After chatting for a few words, he retreated to the edge and stood against the wall again.

He glanced around and said in a low voice:

“Old man, now it’s time to go to your area of ​​expertise.

"Here are the remains of the Tudor family."

The slightly old voice immediately sounded in his mind:

“You are becoming more and more rude. In our time, being disrespectful to those in high positions meant becoming a living sacrifice.

"Also, it is impossible for a single Tudor family relic to appear in Backlund."

"Are they lying?" Leonard asked in a low voice.

The slightly old voice laughed and said:

“No, they just don’t know enough.

"If my inference is correct, the ruins here should belong to the 'Tudor-Trensost United Empire'."

"What?" Leonard was stunned.

This belonged to an ancient dynasty that he had never heard of.

The slightly old voice laughed:

"What a shallow-minded kid. After the first fall of the Solomon Empire, it was replaced by the Tudor-Trensost United Empire, which ruled the entire northern continent in the form of a dual archon.

"Dual Consuls..." Leonard chewed over the term.

The slightly old voice half laughed and half sighed:

"In the underground ruins, there should be an inverted candlestick with 41 on the left and 40 on the right, two thrones that look like they belong to giants, and... hehe, this might be the place where Alistair Tudor became the 'Blood Emperor'."

Leonard frowned slightly, then relaxed and said with a relaxed smile:

"There must be a lot of secrets hidden in there."

"Of course, but you are not qualified to know." The slightly old voice made a sound.

Leonard curled his lips slightly and said:

"The next step should be to explore the ruins."

The slightly old voice laughed twice and said no more.

A minute later, Leonard saw Archbishop St. Anthony and Archbishop Horamick of the Steam Church finish their conversation and go back.

Then, Horamick ordered all members of the Mechanical Heart to evacuate, leaving this place to the Night Watchers of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

What happened? Leonard was full of doubts when he saw this scene.

At this moment, the voice of Archbishop Saint Anthony rang in the ears of all the night watchmen:

“Red Gloves, assemble. The rest of the Nighthawks leave the mirror world, find a reason to evacuate all the people here, and promise to compensate them for their houses.

“After all the people have evacuated, Red Glove and I will destroy the underground ruins from the evil era!

“No entry allowed, just destroy it!

"May the goddess bless us."

This...Leonard had never expected such a development.

…………

7:30 pm, Governor's Palace of Olav.

Klein transformed into Sothoth, wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie of the same color, and followed Bilt into the banquet hall.

It was warm inside like spring, with huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome, flickering with countless candlelight, illuminating the entire venue like daytime.

In the right corner, band members wearing vests and bow ties played a lively melody. On the left were long tables with delicious dishes such as roast chicken, pan-fried foie gras, stewed lamb, Backlund-style roast goose, and Orave lobster baked with cream cheese.

Even though he was far away, Klein seemed to smell the fragrance they were emitting and prepared to go over to get a plate and fill it with food.

At this time, Bilt pulled his sleeves a little restrainedly, turned his head, and lowered his voice:

“Remember the etiquette of this kind of banquet.

“Our purpose now is to observe the behavior of His Excellency the Admiral, so just take a glass of wine.

"Here we have Misty Champagne, Olmire Wine, and Southwell Red Wine. These are all famous wines rarely seen outside. You can drink a little, but not too much. We must stay sober enough. Well, try to just pretend when drinking."

Klein looked away and nodded.

He and Bilt each took a glass of champagne from the tray carried by the red-vest waiter who passed by them. The champagne had an attractive golden color and fine bubbles like mist, and then moved closer to the focus of the banquet, Amyrius Levitt, who was wearing a dark blue navy general's uniform.

Given their status, they naturally couldn't really get close to the Admiral, and could only stay a little further away and watch his every move.

"Amyrius has an average build and doesn't look strong. The corners of his mouth droop a little, which shows his actual age...

"He had no beard, and his blue eyes seemed to contain a majesty that would not tolerate rejection or excuses...

"His dark blue general's uniform was very straight, with a red ribbon on his shoulders, connecting to his chest, and medals hanging down...

"There were golden studs on his cuffs, matching the shoulder straps of the same color...

"The shoulder straps are divided into three parts, from the inside out: a crown inlaid with rubies, a crossed scepter and sword, and four stars dotted with diamonds..." Klein entered a very focused state, using the ability of the "Faceless Man" to memorize the details of the admiral's characteristics, as well as his attitude when talking to different people.

During this process, he even just took a sip of the mist champagne, not caring about what it tasted like.

After gathering enough information, Klein let out a breath and stopped his brain from working so frantically.

The huge consumption of energy made him feel hungry, so he put the wine glass on the tray in the red vest waiter's hand and prepared to go to the long table to get food.

At this moment, Bilt came closer and said:

"The Admiral gave me a code. Let's go to the appointed place to meet him."

…Klein withdrew his gaze from the roast chicken and glanced at Bilt indifferently.

Bilt shuddered for no apparent reason, turned around hastily, and led Gehrman Sparrow into the garden through the French window.

After walking on the secluded road for nearly a minute, he paused and pointed at Klein's face:

"You can become like the Admiral.

"Just pretend you're that homeless guy who looks just like him."

Klein nodded slightly and wiped his face with his palm.

——He did this to cover up the disgusting things such as granulation flesh, tumors and acne that might appear on his face when his appearance changes.

When he put his hand down, Bilt saw a middle-aged man who looked 80% like Amyrius Levitt.

"Very good." Bilt took a few steps forward, came to the door of the utility room, stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-open door.

Amyrius Levitt was still wearing the eye-catching admiral uniform. He stood by the window facing the entrance and admired the view of the garden.

At this moment, he half turned his head and cast his gaze towards the visitor who looked very much like himself.

The indescribable sense of majesty and oppression made Klein lower his head involuntarily.

Amyrius Levitt's gaze did not linger for too long, and slowly moved towards Bilt, saying without any emotion:

“This is not the homeless person you mentioned earlier.

“He’s an extraordinary person.”