The bathroom is divided into dry and wet areas, and the entire bathtub is covered with steam.

Klein's entire body, except for his head, was immersed in the hot water. He lay there comfortably, not wanting to move even his toes.

What a wonderful night... It would be great if Cynthia wasn't outside. I'll have to deal with her later... Klein sighed and thought about how to find an excuse to avoid getting intimate with her.

According to Admiral Amyrius Levitt's characteristics, he decided to start with work, and then listed reasons such as recent physical discomfort, loss of that ability due to injury, taking medicine that needed some time to digest, and suddenly awakening to his true sexual orientation and finding the curly-haired baboon handsome.

As for whether this would damage the admiral's image, Klein did not feel any psychological pressure at all. As long as Cynthia did not suspect that he was a fake Amyrius Levitt, he would have successfully completed his mission.

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

After changing into the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a silent breath, unlocked the door as if facing a formidable enemy, and opened the bathroom door.

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

This was almost like the feeling of challenging pirate generals... While muttering to himself, he suddenly discovered a serious problem, which was that he didn't know which was the master bedroom and which was the study.

No matter what, he had to greet Cynthia, otherwise Admiral Amyrius would appear to be guilty and weird... Klein recalled the layout of similar houses and tried to find the master bedroom accurately.

Just then, the door of the room diagonally opposite creaked open, and Cynthia, wearing only a silk nightgown, walked out.

Her blonde hair hung down a little messily, with a few strands even floating in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips, making her eyes half-hidden and her lips half-open, making her look extremely seductive in the dim and ambiguous environment.

The collar of the silk nightgown was open wide, and the snow-white skin and the ravines caught Klein's eyes at the same time.

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

Calm down, calm down. You are Amyrius Levitt... and you have also seen a ** witch... Compared to the "sick girl", this lady's charm is obviously not enough... Wait, why am I thinking about witches? Who knows if they were men or women in the past... Klein maintained his sight and even looked at her from top to bottom and then from bottom to top in a "playful" manner.

At this moment, he could feel the primitive desire, but his lower body was motionless...

"Is this the second manifestation of the temporary contract? Actually, Admiral Amyrius, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Even if I have an impulse, I can control myself... What kind of scene have I not seen?

"Hmm... Cynthia is a little different from what's recorded in the file. Didn't she say that she's only been Amyrius' mistress for a year or two, and that she doesn't see him most of the time, and that she's not very open about that kind of thing, and that she always has to be coaxed by the admiral? Why is she actively seducing him today?

"Did she feel her position was unstable, or was she also replaced?" Ever since becoming the Faceless Man, everyone seemed fake to Klein.

Cynthia lowered her eyes, and the courage she had forced herself to muster disappeared little by little under Amyrius's scrutiny. Her face was gradually stained with a thrilling blush, and she felt both embarrassed and a little proud.

Then, she heard the Admiral calmly say:

“Please prepare some coffee for me and put it in the study.

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

“…” Cynthia looked up blankly, her face still blushing.

For a moment, she was unable to understand Admiral Amyrius' words.

Klein took a deep breath, stepped forward to hug the other person, and kissed him lightly on the forehead:

"I'll spend some time with you in the next few days."

This response came from the information, and he just slightly changed the wording.

Frankly speaking, if he hadn't known about it beforehand, Klein would have thought that Admiral Amyrius would also have a stern face when he was with his mistress and was having sex, and would be very serious in everything he said and did. However, this demigod also had a soft tone and a flirtatious side, but he was not very good at saying sweet words.

This made him understand one more thing, that is, many people can't imagine what he is like in private just by looking at the surface. In order to perform a true disguise, the "Faceless Man" must have a detailed investigation and full understanding, just like a magician does not perform unprepared.

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

"OK.

"General, your pajamas are in the room, and bathrobes are not suitable for handling matters."

This is consistent with the information in the file. She is considerate and sympathetic... Klein watched Cynthia turn around and go into the house and ring the bell. He took this opportunity to take off his bathrobe and change into dark red pajamas and pajama pants of the same color.

Cynthia diligently opened the door of the study, tidied up the slightly messy table, then waited for the maid to make the coffee, took it personally 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 relevant data and design concepts of ironclad ships, sailing battleships, and other ships. He was almost illiterate.

In similar fields, he only knew concepts such as aircraft carriers, air supremacy, giant ships and cannons, and multiple turrets.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Cynthia leave silently and close the door. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had gotten through the night.

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

She stood there, praying softly:

"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..."

…………

In the quiet study, Klein flipped through the documents piled in front of him. He selected the simple ones according to the instructions on the documents and quickly signed his name as Amyrius Levitt. The reason why he could imitate handwriting was because the "Faceless Man" could remember the characteristics of the target, and the "Joker" provided precise control for it.

For those that were complicated and difficult to understand, Klein wrote down similar instructions:

"Let's study it further."

After being "busy" until the early morning, Klein covered his mouth with his palm and yawned slightly.

No, I have to get some sleep. There are still many challenges tomorrow, and I have to stay energetic... Klein thought about it and gave up the idea of ​​returning to the master bedroom.

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

Then, Klein created two slits where his eyes had originally been and used flesh and blood to disguise a pair of fake eyes.

After becoming the "Faceless Man", I really look more and more like a monster... If only I had such a magical skill when I was in school... He sighed silently, half-bent over like that, with his real eyes closed and his fake eyes open, "looking" at the documents and falling asleep.

The Joker's special nature allowed him to instinctively maintain his balance, motionless, like a marble statue.

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

Who? I haven't done anything recently, how could someone want to enter my dream? No, I am now Admiral Amyrius Levitt... Klein's mind moved, and he immediately changed his appearance. Even in his dream, he became that demigod.

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

This is different from a normal dream. I have clearly regained my sanity and can break free and wake up on my own, but I can't leave the dream... Klein discovered more strange things after a brief attempt.

He knew clearly that he was sleeping, and could sense and control his body outside of his dreams, but no matter what, he could not wake up!

Then, blurry white mist filled his eyes and condensed into an indistinct figure.

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind penetrated the dream, causing his real body to move silently. Then he put his hand into his pocket and touched the "Ninth Law" talisman.

At this time, the vague figure spoke calmly:

“Don’t get involved in Auston’s affairs.

“It’s a warning.”

...That's quite impressive. They actually warned a demigod... What exactly do Auston and the others want to do? Klein thought about it, slightly spread his spirituality, and let the "Ninth Law" spell exude a deep majesty. Then he imitated it and expressed a similar feeling in his dream. Then he spoke in a deep voice:

"Who are you?

“Who do you represent?”

The vague figure was stunned for a moment, then sighed and laughed:

"As expected of Amyrius the Spellweaver, he can actually stay awake in such a situation."

No, no, no, although Amyrius is known as the Weaver, he is not good at such things. You should say that he is worthy of being called Lord Fool... Klein muttered inwardly and said seriously:

"Answer my question."

The vague figure chuckled 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 the same is true for every era.

“Don’t go against the destiny of an era, that is, its trend, which 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 Hermits"!

But Klein did not speak, and did not utter those few words, because Admiral Amyrius in recent days was himself.

Seeing that the Weaver Amyrius fell silent, the vague figure said nothing more and turned into diffuse white mist again, disappearing into the dream.