Lord of the Mysteries

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 pass 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 attitude. He walked towards a path paved with black brick in an unhurried fashion.

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 mass 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 anticipated this. I just need to watch my attitude and tone. Yes, I also need to use the unique terms and pronunciations 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.

to be waiting for something to give you the

do himself? Klein’s heart stirred

your conjectures to

that said, he took a step forward and walked

on his elder brother’s back, his expression gradually turning cold. He then shook his head

with food on

process, he realized that he didn’t need to understand the topics raised in any conversation. All he needed to do was nod occasionally,

certain aspects of acting easy, but correspondingly, there are certain matters that can be difficult… Klein tore through

fish, beef, and lobster, while disliking chicken and goose. Therefore, he avoided food like the

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

chatted with the port city’s member of parliament, navy suppliers, etc. He

a young man in a tailcoat kept following behind

He had a receding hairline with

and didn’t size him up. He

Klein boarded the carriage which was guarded by

Luan, followed him in. As his leather boots stepped onto the thick, soft carpet, he silently inched towards

only

out a stack of documents

this is the Oravi naval base’s ledger

extended his hand over and casually browsed through

of toilet paper? The naval base’s bathroom was renovated twenty times a year? Klein did some simple math and discovered

way too simple and obvious? I can even give them classes and specially teach them how to make claims! Klein seriously considered

difficulty in disguising as Amyrius was

was just that, as his younger brother, Aston might help his brother conceal the matter if he

a spy couldn’t be eliminated. There was still the matter of there being a chance of being used by a spy,

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

or was determined

not indicate my stance… Klein closed the documents and handed it back to the blond secretary, Luan. He said expressionlessly, “Put

it carefully.” To others, it would mean something different based

without warning, this meant that the

obtain more favorable benefits in the matter. As for whether it would offend anyone, Klein didn’t care. After

nod his head and pass the report, or throw the document back in anger while throwing a few

his expression. He stuffed the document