In the bathroom, dry and wet zones, the water vapor filled the entire bathtub.
Apart from his head, Klein was immersed in hot water and lay comfortably there, not even his toes moving.
What a wonderful night Ah... It would be great if there was no Cynthia outside, and I had to deal with her later... Klein sighed, thinking about how to find excuses to avoid close things in the future.
According to the characteristics of General Amirius Levitt, he decided to start with work first, and then arrange the reasons why he was not feeling well recently, lost his ability due to injury, just taking medication and taking a certain amount of time to digest it, suddenly awakening his true sexual orientation. He looked at the curly baboon and felt that his eyes were beautiful.
As for whether this will cause damage to the image of the general, Klein has no psychological pressure at all. As long as Cynthia does not make him suspect that he is a fake Amyrius Levitt, he will complete the task successfully.
How to explain those excuses afterwards and find reasons to return to normal are all problems with General Amyrius. What does it have to do with me, German Sparrow?
What does German Sparrow's corrupt image have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty?
Klein stood up comfortably, walked outside wet, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and wiped his body.
After changing into the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a breath silently, unlocked the lock like a big enemy, and unscrewed the door of the bathroom.
Seeing the corridor empty, only the light from the wall lights on both sides illuminating the dark aisle, Klein relaxed a little a little, no longer so tight.
This was almost the same as challenging the pirate generals... While muttering, he suddenly discovered a serious problem, that is, he didn't know which master bedroom is or which study is.
No matter what, you have to say hello to Cynthia, otherwise General Amyrius will appear to be guilty and weird... Klein recalled the layout of the house similar to the house and tried to find the master bedroom accurately.
At this moment, the door of the room diagonally opposite opened with a creaking sound, and Cynthia, who had only a silk gown, walked out.
Her blonde hair was slightly chaotic, and even a few strands floated in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips, making her eyes half-blocked, and her lips seemed to be open and closed, which seemed extremely attractive in a dim and ambiguous environment.
The collar of the silk nightgown was wide open, and the snow-white and the gully reflected into Klein's eyes at the same time.
...Crane almost looked up and looked into the ceiling to escape the intense stimulation.
Calm, calm, you are Amirius Levitt... and you have also seen the witches of sperm... Compared with the Disease Girl, this lady's charm is obviously not enough... Wait, why do I think about the witches? Who knows whether they were male or female before... Klein maintained his sight, and even looked from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.
At this moment, he could feel that primitive desire, but there was no movement in his lower body...
Is this the second manifestation of a temporary contract?Actually, there is no need to be so troublesome to Admiral Amyrius. Even if I have an impulse, I can control myself... I have never seen any scenes before?
Well... Cynthia is a bit different from what is recorded in the information. Ah, didn’t it mean that she had only been Amyrius’ mistress for a year or two, and she couldn’t see each other most of the time. She was relatively unwilling to let go of such things, and she had to coax her every time?Why do you tend to seduce actively today?
Did you feel the instability of your status, or did she be replaced?Since becoming Faceless, Klein has always looked like anyone else.
Cynthia's eyes drooped, and the courage she had forced to pluck disappeared little by little under Amyrius's scrutiny. Her face gradually became a thrilling blush, and she felt both shy and a little proud.
Then she heard the General calmly command:
Help me prepare coffee and put it in the study.
I have a lot to deal with tonight, you don't have to wait for me.
... Cynthia looked up in confusion, her face still blushed.
She could not understand the words of General Amyrius for a moment.
Klein took a breath quietly, stepped forward and hugged the other person, and kissed the forehead lightly:
I will accompany you in a few days.
This response comes from the information, and he just changed the word slightly.
To be honest, if it weren't for some understanding in advance, Klein would definitely think that when General Amyrius was in bed, he would also have a stern face when he was with his mistress, and would do whatever he said and did. However, this demigod also had a soft tone and flirtatious side, but he was not very good at saying love words.
This made him understand another thing, that is, many people can't imagine their appearance privately just looking at the surface. Faceless people must have a meticulous investigation and full understanding to make real disguises, just like a magician does not perform unprepared performances.
Cynthia showed obvious disappointment, but soon restrained her emotions and smiled and said:
OK
General, your pajamas are in the room, and the bathrobe is not suitable for handling things.
This is consistent with the information, more considerate and considerate... Klein watched Cynthia turn into the house, ring the bell, and he took this opportunity to take off his bathrobe and put on dark red pajamas and pajamas of the same color.
Cynthia diligently opened the study door, handled the slightly messy table briefly, and then waited for the maid to make coffee, took it by herself, and brought it in.
During this process, Klein looked through the documents and materials and pretended to be very professional, but in fact, he had almost no idea about the relevant data and design concepts of ships such as ironclad ships and sail battleships, which were almost the same as illiterate.
In similar fields, he only knows the concepts of aircraft carriers, air supremacy, giant ships and cannons, and multi-turrets.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Cynthia leaving silently and closing the door. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that tonight had been over.
In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips, took out the necklace from under the pillow, and clasped the black rhino horn-like object that was only the size of a knuckle to the palm of her palm.
She stood there and prayed in a low voice:
The great mother tree of desire, please make me more moving, make General Amirius more obsessed with me, let him experience the ultimate happiness from me, and give me a child...
……
In the quiet study, Klein looked through the documents piled up in front of him, and according to the processing method on the information, he simply selected it and signed the name of Amirius Levitt. The reason why he could imitate handwriting was because the faceless man could remember the characteristics of the target, and the clown provided precise control for it.
For those complicated and unrecognizable, Klein wrote similar instructions:
Let's study it again.
Busy At the early morning, Klein stretched out his palm to cover his mouth and yawned slightly.
No, I have to sleep. There are still many challenges tomorrow, so I have to keep my energy alive... Klein thought about it and gave up his plan to return to the master bedroom.
He raised his right hand, held down his two half-closed eyes, pulled them down suddenly, and moved them to the middle side of the bridge of his nose.
Immediately afterwards, Klein separated two gaps from his original eyes and used flesh and blood to disguise a pair of fake eyes.
After becoming a faceless man, I was really more and more like a monster... I would have had such magical skills when I was in school... He sighed silently, leaned his body halfway, his real eyes closed, and his fake eyes opened and fell asleep looking at the documents.
The specialness of the clown made him instinctively maintain balance, motionless, like a marble statue.
I don't know how long it took, but Klein suddenly woke up in a dream, realizing the power to try to pull himself into a deep sleep and invade him!
who?
I haven't done anything recently, how could anyone want to enter my dream?
No, I am now General Amyrius Levitt... Klein's heart moved and immediately changed his appearance. Even in his dream, he became that demigod.
At the same time, he felt his consciousness tightening, as if he was avoiding something.
This is different from normal dreams. I have clearly regained my rationality and can break free on my own and wake up, but I can't live without the dream... Klein discovered more weirdness after trying it out.
He knew clearly that he was sleeping and could sense and manipulate his body outside the dream, but he could not wake up no matter what!
Immediately afterwards, a blurred white air filled his eyes, condensed into a figure that could not be seen clearly.
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, his spirit penetrated the dream, allowing the real person to move silently, and then put his palm into his pocket and touched the Ninth Law Talisman.
At this moment, the vague figure spoke calmly:
Don't get involved in Auston and their affairs.
This is a warning.
...Ah a little awesome, she actually warned a demigod...What exactly does Auston and the others want to do?
Klein thought about it, spreading his spirituality slightly, allowing the Ninth Law to exude a deep majesty, and then imitating it, showing a similar feeling in his dream, and then spoke in a deep voice:
Who are you?
Who do you represent?
The vague figure was stunned for a moment, then sighed and smiled:
As worthy of being the "Weaver" Amirius, he was able to stay awake under such circumstances.
No, no, although Amirius is known as the Weaver, he is not good at similar things. You should say that he is worthy of being a fool... Klein whispered a few words and said seriously:
Answer my question.
The vague figure chuckled:
You don't need to know who I am.
As a demigod, you should be very clear that everything has its destiny, and the same is true for every era.
Don’t disobey the fate of an era, that is, its trend, 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 suddenly remembered a noun:
Dusk Hermits Club!
But Klein didn't speak, and didn't reveal those words, because Admiral Amyrius was himself in the last few days.
The vague figure saw the weaver Amirius fall into silence, and without saying anything more, turning into a diffuse white air and disappearing into this dream.
Apart from his head, Klein was immersed in hot water and lay comfortably there, not even his toes moving.
What a wonderful night Ah... It would be great if there was no Cynthia outside, and I had to deal with her later... Klein sighed, thinking about how to find excuses to avoid close things in the future.
According to the characteristics of General Amirius Levitt, he decided to start with work first, and then arrange the reasons why he was not feeling well recently, lost his ability due to injury, just taking medication and taking a certain amount of time to digest it, suddenly awakening his true sexual orientation. He looked at the curly baboon and felt that his eyes were beautiful.
As for whether this will cause damage to the image of the general, Klein has no psychological pressure at all. As long as Cynthia does not make him suspect that he is a fake Amyrius Levitt, he will complete the task successfully.
How to explain those excuses afterwards and find reasons to return to normal are all problems with General Amyrius. What does it have to do with me, German Sparrow?
What does German Sparrow's corrupt image have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty?
Klein stood up comfortably, walked outside wet, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and wiped his body.
After changing into the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a breath silently, unlocked the lock like a big enemy, and unscrewed the door of the bathroom.
Seeing the corridor empty, only the light from the wall lights on both sides illuminating the dark aisle, Klein relaxed a little a little, no longer so tight.
This was almost the same as challenging the pirate generals... While muttering, he suddenly discovered a serious problem, that is, he didn't know which master bedroom is or which study is.
No matter what, you have to say hello to Cynthia, otherwise General Amyrius will appear to be guilty and weird... Klein recalled the layout of the house similar to the house and tried to find the master bedroom accurately.
At this moment, the door of the room diagonally opposite opened with a creaking sound, and Cynthia, who had only a silk gown, walked out.
Her blonde hair was slightly chaotic, and even a few strands floated in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips, making her eyes half-blocked, and her lips seemed to be open and closed, which seemed extremely attractive in a dim and ambiguous environment.
The collar of the silk nightgown was wide open, and the snow-white and the gully reflected into Klein's eyes at the same time.
...Crane almost looked up and looked into the ceiling to escape the intense stimulation.
Calm, calm, you are Amirius Levitt... and you have also seen the witches of sperm... Compared with the Disease Girl, this lady's charm is obviously not enough... Wait, why do I think about the witches? Who knows whether they were male or female before... Klein maintained his sight, and even looked from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.
At this moment, he could feel that primitive desire, but there was no movement in his lower body...
Is this the second manifestation of a temporary contract?Actually, there is no need to be so troublesome to Admiral Amyrius. Even if I have an impulse, I can control myself... I have never seen any scenes before?
Well... Cynthia is a bit different from what is recorded in the information. Ah, didn’t it mean that she had only been Amyrius’ mistress for a year or two, and she couldn’t see each other most of the time. She was relatively unwilling to let go of such things, and she had to coax her every time?Why do you tend to seduce actively today?
Did you feel the instability of your status, or did she be replaced?Since becoming Faceless, Klein has always looked like anyone else.
Cynthia's eyes drooped, and the courage she had forced to pluck disappeared little by little under Amyrius's scrutiny. Her face gradually became a thrilling blush, and she felt both shy and a little proud.
Then she heard the General calmly command:
Help me prepare coffee and put it in the study.
I have a lot to deal with tonight, you don't have to wait for me.
... Cynthia looked up in confusion, her face still blushed.
She could not understand the words of General Amyrius for a moment.
Klein took a breath quietly, stepped forward and hugged the other person, and kissed the forehead lightly:
I will accompany you in a few days.
This response comes from the information, and he just changed the word slightly.
To be honest, if it weren't for some understanding in advance, Klein would definitely think that when General Amyrius was in bed, he would also have a stern face when he was with his mistress, and would do whatever he said and did. However, this demigod also had a soft tone and flirtatious side, but he was not very good at saying love words.
This made him understand another thing, that is, many people can't imagine their appearance privately just looking at the surface. Faceless people must have a meticulous investigation and full understanding to make real disguises, just like a magician does not perform unprepared performances.
Cynthia showed obvious disappointment, but soon restrained her emotions and smiled and said:
OK
General, your pajamas are in the room, and the bathrobe is not suitable for handling things.
This is consistent with the information, more considerate and considerate... Klein watched Cynthia turn into the house, ring the bell, and he took this opportunity to take off his bathrobe and put on dark red pajamas and pajamas of the same color.
Cynthia diligently opened the study door, handled the slightly messy table briefly, and then waited for the maid to make coffee, took it by herself, and brought it in.
During this process, Klein looked through the documents and materials and pretended to be very professional, but in fact, he had almost no idea about the relevant data and design concepts of ships such as ironclad ships and sail battleships, which were almost the same as illiterate.
In similar fields, he only knows the concepts of aircraft carriers, air supremacy, giant ships and cannons, and multi-turrets.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Cynthia leaving silently and closing the door. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that tonight had been over.
In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips, took out the necklace from under the pillow, and clasped the black rhino horn-like object that was only the size of a knuckle to the palm of her palm.
She stood there and prayed in a low voice:
The great mother tree of desire, please make me more moving, make General Amirius more obsessed with me, let him experience the ultimate happiness from me, and give me a child...
……
In the quiet study, Klein looked through the documents piled up in front of him, and according to the processing method on the information, he simply selected it and signed the name of Amirius Levitt. The reason why he could imitate handwriting was because the faceless man could remember the characteristics of the target, and the clown provided precise control for it.
For those complicated and unrecognizable, Klein wrote similar instructions:
Let's study it again.
Busy At the early morning, Klein stretched out his palm to cover his mouth and yawned slightly.
No, I have to sleep. There are still many challenges tomorrow, so I have to keep my energy alive... Klein thought about it and gave up his plan to return to the master bedroom.
He raised his right hand, held down his two half-closed eyes, pulled them down suddenly, and moved them to the middle side of the bridge of his nose.
Immediately afterwards, Klein separated two gaps from his original eyes and used flesh and blood to disguise a pair of fake eyes.
After becoming a faceless man, I was really more and more like a monster... I would have had such magical skills when I was in school... He sighed silently, leaned his body halfway, his real eyes closed, and his fake eyes opened and fell asleep looking at the documents.
The specialness of the clown made him instinctively maintain balance, motionless, like a marble statue.
I don't know how long it took, but Klein suddenly woke up in a dream, realizing the power to try to pull himself into a deep sleep and invade him!
who?
I haven't done anything recently, how could anyone want to enter my dream?
No, I am now General Amyrius Levitt... Klein's heart moved and immediately changed his appearance. Even in his dream, he became that demigod.
At the same time, he felt his consciousness tightening, as if he was avoiding something.
This is different from normal dreams. I have clearly regained my rationality and can break free on my own and wake up, but I can't live without the dream... Klein discovered more weirdness after trying it out.
He knew clearly that he was sleeping and could sense and manipulate his body outside the dream, but he could not wake up no matter what!
Immediately afterwards, a blurred white air filled his eyes, condensed into a figure that could not be seen clearly.
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, his spirit penetrated the dream, allowing the real person to move silently, and then put his palm into his pocket and touched the Ninth Law Talisman.
At this moment, the vague figure spoke calmly:
Don't get involved in Auston and their affairs.
This is a warning.
...Ah a little awesome, she actually warned a demigod...What exactly does Auston and the others want to do?
Klein thought about it, spreading his spirituality slightly, allowing the Ninth Law to exude a deep majesty, and then imitating it, showing a similar feeling in his dream, and then spoke in a deep voice:
Who are you?
Who do you represent?
The vague figure was stunned for a moment, then sighed and smiled:
As worthy of being the "Weaver" Amirius, he was able to stay awake under such circumstances.
No, no, although Amirius is known as the Weaver, he is not good at similar things. You should say that he is worthy of being a fool... Klein whispered a few words and said seriously:
Answer my question.
The vague figure chuckled:
You don't need to know who I am.
As a demigod, you should be very clear that everything has its destiny, and the same is true for every era.
Don’t disobey the fate of an era, that is, its trend, 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 suddenly remembered a noun:
Dusk Hermits Club!
But Klein didn't speak, and didn't reveal those words, because Admiral Amyrius was himself in the last few days.
The vague figure saw the weaver Amirius fall into silence, and without saying anything more, turning into a diffuse white air and disappearing into this dream.
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