In the washroom, the wet and dry areas are divided, and the diffuse water vapor envelops the entire bathtub.

Except for his head, Crane's whole body was immersed in hot water, and he lay there comfortably, not even wanting to move his toes.

What a night...... It would be nice if there wasn't Cynthia outside, and we'll have to deal with her later...... Klein sighed, thinking about how to find an excuse to avoid things close to him in the future.

According to the characteristics of Admiral Emilius Levitt, he decided to start with his work, and then he was ranked with reasons such as being unwell recently, losing his ability to do so due to injury, taking some time to digest after taking medication, and suddenly awakening to his true sexual orientation.

As for whether this will cause damage to the image of the admiral, Klein has no psychological pressure at all, as long as Cynthia does not suspect that he is a fake Emilius Levitt, he will be considered to have successfully completed the mission.

How to explain those excuses afterwards, how to find reasons to return to normal, is the problem of Admiral Emilius, what does it have to do with me, Gelman Sparrow? What does the corrupt image of Gelman Sparrow have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up comfortably, walked outside wet, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and wiped his body.

Changing into the bathrobe hanging there, Crane took a silent breath, unlocked his locks as if he were facing a great enemy, and unscrewed the door to the bathroom.

Seeing that the hallway was empty, only the light of the wall lamps on either side illuminated the dark aisle, Klein relaxed a little, and was no longer so tense.

It's almost like the feeling of challenging a pirate general...... In the midst of muttering, he suddenly discovered a serious problem, that is, he didn't know which master bedroom was and which study was it.

In any case, you must say hello to Cynthia, otherwise Admiral "Emilius" will seem to be unfounded...... Klein recalled the house-like layout, trying to find the master bedroom accurately.

At that moment, the door to the room diagonally opposite squeaked open, and Cynthia, dressed only in a silk nightgown, walked out.

Her blonde hair hung down slightly, and even a few strands fluttered in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips, making her eyes half-obscured, and her lips seemed to open and close, which looked extremely seductive in a dim and ambiguous environment.

The neckline of the silk nightgown was wide open, and the whiteness and furrows of snow met Klein's eyes at the same time.

...... Klein almost looked up at the ceiling to escape the intense stimulus.

Calm, calm, you're Emilius Levitt...... And you're also the one who's seen the ** witch...... Compared with the "sick girl", the charm of this young lady is obviously not enough...... Wait, why do I think about witches, who knows if they used to be men or women...... Crane maintained his gaze, and even looked down and up again with "playfulness".

At this moment, he could feel that primitive desire, but his lower body did not move......

"This is the second manifestation of the temporary contract? Actually, Admiral Emilius doesn't have to be so troublesome, even if I have an impulse, I can control myself...... What scene haven't I seen?

"Hmm...... Cynthia is a little different from what is recorded in the information, doesn't it mean that she has only been Emilius's mistress for a year or two, and most of the time she has not seen each other, and she can't let go of that kind of thing, and she has to be coaxed by the general every time?

"Did she feel the precariousness of her position, or was she replaced?" Ever since becoming a "Faceling", Crane has looked at everyone like a fake.

Cynthia's eyes drooped, and the courage that had been forcibly summoned disappeared little by little under Emilius's scrutiny, and her face gradually became a thrilling flush, and her heart was both ashamed and slightly proud.

Then she heard His Excellency the Admiral calmly command:

"Help me prepare my coffee and put it in my study.

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

"......" Cynthia looked up blankly, her face still blushing.

For a moment, she could not comprehend Admiral Emilius's words.

Klein took a breath quietly, stepped forward to hug the other party, and kissed the forehead lightly:

"I'll be with you in a few days. ”

This response comes from the information, and he only changes the wording slightly.

Frankly speaking, if he hadn't known beforehand, Crane would have thought that Admiral Emilius would have kept that face on his face when he was with his mistress and when he was moving in bed, and he was very serious about everything he said and did, however, this demigod also had a soft-voiced and flirtatious side, but he was not very good at talking about love.

This made him understand one more thing, that is, many people can't imagine what he looks like in private just by looking at the surface, and the "Faceling" must have meticulous investigation and full understanding to make a real disguise, just like a magician does not perform unprepared.

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

"Okay.

"General, your pajamas are in the room, and the bathrobe is not suitable for handling things. ”

This is consistent with the information, which is more considerate and considerate...... Klein watched Cynthia turn into the house and ring the bell, while he took the opportunity to take off his bathrobe and change into dark red pajamas and pajama pants of the same color.

Cynthia opened the door of the study diligently, disposed of the slightly cluttered table briefly, and then waited for the maid to make coffee, take it herself, and bring it in.

In this process, Klein looked 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 ships such as ironclads and sail battleships, and he was almost illiterate.

In similar fields, he only knows the concepts of aircraft carriers, air supremacy, giant ship cannons, multiple turrets, etc.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cynthia left silently and closed the door, and Crane was completely relieved, knowing that tonight was over.

In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips and took out the necklace from under her pillow, holding a black rhinoceros horn-like object the size of a knuckle in her palm.

She stood there and prayed in a low voice:

"The Great Mother Tree of Desire, please make me more moving, and Admiral Emilius more infatuated with me, so that he may experience the ultimate pleasure from me, and give me a child......"

............

In the quiet study, Klein rustled through the stacks of papers in front of him, and according to the way the materials were handled, he simply picked them out and signed them with the name of Emilius Levitt, who was able to imitate handwriting because the "Faceling" could memorize the characteristics of the target, and the "Joker" provided precise control over it.

Complicated, incomprehensible, Klein wrote a similar instruction:

"Look into it again. ”

"Busy" until the early hours of the morning, Crane stretched out his palm to cover his mouth and yawned slightly.

No, you have to get some sleep, there are still a lot of challenges tomorrow, so you have to keep your energy up...... Klein thought about it and gave up on going back to the master bedroom.

He raised his right hand, pressed down on the two half-closed eyes, and jerked them down, moving them to either side of the mid-bridge of his nose.

Immediately afterward, Crane separated two gaps in the original location of the eyes, and disguised a pair of false eyes with flesh and blood.

After becoming a "Faceling", I really looked more and more like a monster...... If only I had such a magic skill when I went to school...... He sighed silently, and just half-leaned over, his real eyes closed, and he fell asleep "reading" the documents with his fake eyes open.

The peculiarity of the "clown" made him instinctively keep his balance and remain motionless, like a marble statue.

After some time, Crane suddenly woke up in a dream, and sensed that there was a force trying to pull him into a deep sleep and invade it!

Who? I haven't done anything lately, how could anyone want to enter my dreams? No, I'm Admiral Emilius Levitt...... Crane's heart moved, and he immediately changed his appearance, even in a dream, he became the demigod.

At the same time, he felt his consciousness constrict, as if he was hiding from something.

This is different from normal dreams, I have obviously regained my senses, I can break free on my own, and wake up, but I can't leave the dream...... With a little attempt, Klein discovered more oddities.

He clearly knows that he is sleeping, and can sense and manipulate his body outside of his dreams, but no matter what, he can't wake up!

Immediately after, the blurred white gas in front of his eyes was filled with white gas, condensing into an indistinct figure.

Crane's eyes narrowed slightly, and his spirit penetrated the dream, causing the real body to move silently, and then put his palm into his coat pocket and touched the "Ninth Law" spell.

At this time, the vague figure calmly spoke:

"Don't get involved in Auston and their business.

"This is a warning. ”

...... It's a bit powerful, to warn a demigod...... What exactly do they want to do with Auston? Klein thought for a moment, spreading his spirituality slightly, allowing the "Ninth Law" charm to exude a deep majesty, and then imitated it, showing a similar feeling in his dreams, and then said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?

"Who do you represent?"

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

"It is worthy of the 'weaver' Emilius who was able to stay awake in such a situation. ”

No, no, although Emilius is known as the "weaver", he is not good at such things, you should say, worthy of the "fool...... Klein scolded two sentences and said solemnly:

"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 age.

"Do not defy the fate of an era, that is, its currents, 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 Horan remembered a noun:

"Twilight Hermit Society"!

But Klein didn't speak, didn't utter the words, for Admiral Emilius had been himself in the last few days.

The vague figure saw that the "weaver" Emilius fell silent, did not say anything more, and turned into a diffuse white gas again, and disappeared into this dream.