624 Warning (2/2)
Cynthia attentively opened the door to the study and tidied up the slightly messy desk. Later, she waited for the maidservant to finish making the coffee before personally taking it and delivering it by hand.
During this process, Klein read the documents and information, acting as though he looked extremely professional. But in fact, he had little idea about the data and designs plans of ironclad warships and sail battleships. He was no different from an illiterate.
In this domain, all he knew were carriers, air domination, the main cannon guns, and turrets.
When he saw Cynthia silently leave and close the door behind her from the corner of his eye, Klein relaxed completely. He knew that he had finally survived the night.
Inside 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 a finger segment.
She stood there and silently 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 bear me a child…
…
Inside the quiet study, Klein flipped through the pile of documents placed in front of him. He followed the handling methods according to what the information indicated—he chose the simple ones and signed Amyrius Rieveldt's name on them. The reason why he could mimic his signature was because Faceless allowed him to remember a target's unique traits, while Clown gave him the precise control needed.
The complicated ones he couldn't understand had notes written with the following vibe: ”Continue studying the matter.”
After ”busying” himself until midnight, Klein reached out to cover his mouth and yawned slightly.
This won't do. I need to sleep. I have plenty of challenges tomorrow. I have to maintain sufficient strength and energy… Klein thought for a moment and gave up the idea of returning to the master bedroom.
He raised his right hand and pressed down on his half-closed eyes. He pulled them down and moved his eyes to his nose bridge.
Following that, Klein opened up two slits where Klein's eyes originally were and used his flesh to produce a pair of fake eyes.
After becoming a Faceless, I'm really beginning to resemble a 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 while his fake eyes were left open to ”read” the documents.
His specialty as a Clown allowed him to maintain his balance. He remained motionless like a stone statue.
After an unknown period of time, Klein suddenly awoke from his dream. He sensed that there was a force attempting to pull him into a deep slumber before infiltrating him!
Who is it? I didn't do anything recently. Why would anyone enter my dream? That's not right. I'm now Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt… Klein's heart stirred as he immediately changed his looks. Even in his dreams, he appeared to be that demigod.
Meanwhile, he felt his consciousness tightly contract as though it was avoiding something.
This is different from an ordinary dream infiltration. I've clearly regained my lucidity, and I can escape by myself and wake up, but I'm unable to leave this dreamscape… Klein found plenty of oddities as he tried a few attempts.
He knew very well that he was sleeping, and he could sense and control his body outside the dream, but no matter what he did, he was unable to wake up!
Right on the heels of that, he saw a blurry white gas form an indiscernible figure.
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly as he tore through the dream with his psyche, allowing his real body to move silently. Then, he put his palm into his pocket to touch the Ninth Law charm.
At that moment, the blurry figure calmly said, ”Do not participate in the matter regarding Aston.
”This is a warning.”
… Quite impressive to warn a demigod… What is Aston and the others thinking of doing? Klein thought for a moment and emanated his spirituality, allowing the Ninth Law charm to produce a deep sense of dominance. Then, he imitated it and produced the same feeling in his dream. He said with a deep voice, ”Who are you?
”Who do you represent?”
The blurry figure was taken aback before he said with a laughing sigh, ”As expected of Law Weaver Amyrius. You actually managed to maintain your lucidity in such a situation.”
No, no, no. Although Amyrius has a title of Law Weaver, he's not adept in such matters. You should say 'as expected of Lord Fool'… Klein lampooned and sternly said, ”Answer my question.”
The blurry figure chuckled.
”You don't need to know who I am.
”As a demigod, you should be clear that everything is fated, likewise for the times.
”Do not resist the fate of an era, which is also the trend of the times. This will only make you a sacrifice of history.”
Fate of an era, the trend of the times, sacrifice of history… When he heard this, Klein suddenly thought of a term: Twilight Hermit Order!
However, Klein didn't say a word, nor did he say those words. This was because Admiral Amyrius would be him for the next few days.
Seeing Law Weaver Amyrius fall into silence, the blurry figure didn't say another word. it turned into a emanating white gas before vanishing from the dream.