Lord of the Mysteries

The bathroom was partitioned inside. The emanating steam covered the entire bathtub.

Apart from his head, Klein’s entire body was soaked in the hot water. He lay there in such great comfort that he didn’t even wish to move his toes.

What a beautiful night… If only there was no Cynthia outside. I still have to deal with her later… Klein sighed as he considered what excuse to use to avoid being intimate with her.

In accordance with Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt’s traits, he decided to first use work as an excuse. After that would be the excuse of him not feeling well, him losing the ability to have sex, him needing some time to digest any medicine he had just taken, and how he had suddenly realized his true sexual orientation, making him find curly-haired baboons extremely attractive.

As for whether this would damage the admiral’s image, Klein didn’t feel the slightest bit of pressure. As long as he prevented Cynthia from suspecting that he was a fake Amyrius Rieveldt, he would’ve perfectly completed his mission.

The subsequent explanations for those excuses and how he finds an excuse to explain his recovery would all be Admiral Amyrius’s problem. What has that got to do with me, Gehrman Sparrow? And what has Gehrman Sparrow’s ruined reputation have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up in satisfaction as he walked out to the dry partition while dropping wet. He got a bath towel and dried himself.

After changing into a hanging bathrobe, Klein inhaled silently as though he had unlocked a major enemy in his quest—he opened the door to the bathroom.

Seeing the corridor empty, with only the light from the wall lamps on both sides illuminating the darkness, Klein felt slightly relieved and was no longer as tensed.

This is almost the same feeling as challenging a pirate admiral… As he mumbled, he realized a serious problem. He had no idea which of the rooms was the master bedroom or study.

Regardless, I have to inform Cynthia; otherwise, it would make Admiral Amyrius appear strange… Klein recalled the layout of similar houses in an attempt to accurately find the master bedroom.

At this moment, the door to the room diagonally across him creaked open. Cynthia, who was draped in a silk nightgown, walked over.

Her blonde hair appeared wet and messy as they cascaded down. There were even a few strands of hair fluttering in front of her blue eyes and bright-red lips. It hid the glow in her eyes as her lips were somewhat closed. She appeared extremely alluring under the dim environment.

The neckline of the silk nightgown was very open, as snow-whiteness and a deep cleavage was reflected in Klein’s eyes.

“…”

Klein nearly raised his head to look at the ceiling to avoid the intense stimulation.

Calm down, calm down. You are Amyrius Rieveldt… Besides, you’ve seen a half-naked Demoness before… Compared to an Ailment Maiden, this lady’s charms are clearly insufficient. Wait, why am I thinking about Demonesses? Who knows if they were formerly men or women… Klein maintained his gaze as he sized her up and down with a “teasing” tone.

In that instant, he could sense that primal desire, but there was no response from his nether regions…

This is the result of the temporary contract? In fact, Admiral Amyrius didn’t need to go through the trouble. Even if I have the urge, I’ll be able to control myself… What kind of situation haven’t I encountered before?

Amyrius’s mistress about one to two years ago? With them not being able to meet each other most of the time, the Admiral has to coax her each time as she hadn’t had her pent-up desires fulfilled?

his mistress unstable, or has she been switched?

The courage she had mustered disappeared bit by bit under Amyrius’s scrutiny. Her face was tainted with a horrified

prepare some coffee and

many things to deal with tonight. You don’t have to wait for

“…”

head suddenly, her

to understand what Admiral Amyrius had

inhaled and went forward to hug her before kissing her gently on the

lots of time with you in

response came from the provided information,

having sex. He looked stern in whatever he said and did; however, this demigod also had his gentle side when it came to his speech. He was just

a Faceless to pull off a true disguise, they

disappointment, but

“Alright.

your nightgown is in the room. A bathrobe isn’t suitable for

how to be understanding… Klein watched as Cynthia turned and entered the room. She pulled at the bell.

study and tidied up the slightly messy desk. Later, she waited for the

looked extremely professional. But in fact, he had little idea about the data and designs plans of ironclad warships and

knew were carriers, air domination, the

her from the corner of

the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips as she took out the necklace under her pillow and tightly clasped the item resembling a black rhinoceros horn which was the length of

prayed, Oh great Mother Tree of Desire, please, make me more alluring, allowing Admiral Amyrius to be even more mesmerized by me, so that he can gain extreme pleasure from me and

…

placed in front of him. He followed the handling methods according to what the information indicated—he chose the simple ones and signed Amyrius

couldn’t understand had notes written with the following

reached out to

sleep. I have plenty of challenges tomorrow. I have to maintain sufficient strength and energy… Klein

down on his half-closed eyes.

opened up two slits where Klein’s eyes originally were and used his

monster… If only I had such a godly technique back in school… He sighed silently. He half leaned his body as he kept his real eyes closed

Clown allowed him to maintain his

suddenly awoke from his dream. He sensed that there