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.

be waiting for something to give you the strength

has to do himself? Klein’s heart stirred as he familiarly used

conjectures to

he took a step forward

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

on it. From time to time, he would stop to exchange pleasantries with people who came

understand the topics raised in any conversation. All he needed to do

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

avoided food like the roasted chicken and Backlund-styled roasted goose. He picked up some beef, fried Dragon-Bone Fish, and Odora lobster with butter

it or steaming-hot water, all of the food

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,

noticed that a young man in a tailcoat

blond hair that he combed backward. He had a receding hairline with

Luan… Klein controlled himself and didn’t size him up. He wanted to fill

Klein boarded the carriage which was guarded by bodyguards. He sat

stepped onto

sat there, but he only occupied a third of the

as Luan took out a stack of documents from the

this is the Oravi naval base’s ledger for the year

extended his hand over and casually browsed through a few

renovated twenty times a year? Klein did some simple math and discovered all

such as this way too simple and obvious? I can even give them classes and specially

his point of view, the greatest difficulty in disguising as Amyrius was to

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

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

problems… What kind of attitude 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

Admiral Amyrius’s expectations or was determined to be of little importance. Just based on the schedule, it was

have to use the attitude that a person of high standing will usually employ. That is to not indicate my stance… Klein

this sentence meant: “I’ll look through it carefully.” To others,

this meant that the

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

a demigod of the Church of Storms. Otherwise, he had to consider whether to nod his head and pass the report,

Excellency.” The blond secretary, Luan, didn’t change his expression. He stuffed the document back into his black briefcase as though he had