Upon hearing Amyrius Rieveldt’s descriptive words which weren’t a question, Bilt’s forehead instantly broke out into a cold sweat.
He turned agape, hoping to explain himself, but finally, he plopped to his knees and said under the indescribable pressure, “Admiral, Your Excellency, the tramp from before suddenly died of an illness. I had no choice but to find an adventurer who can shapeshift.”
At this moment in time, Klein wasn’t too nervous. This was because Amyrius Rieveldt had already noticed him during the banquet. There was no reason for him to only recognize him as a Beyonder only now. For him to agree to their meeting and not directly avoid the risk meant that he didn’t mind who Bilt had hired.
“Quite strong,” Amyrius Rieveldt commented without an expression.
He continued looking at the genuflecting Bilt and said, “Do not try to use your under-the-table smarts in front of me.
“An ordinary person and a Beyonder in this world are different, and I’m a follower of order, making me be able to be certain of this.”
Amyrius Rieveldt took one step forward.
“Lying is the first mistake you committed. Not being cautious is the second.
“A tramp you spent a great deal of effort on to groom had suddenly died, and all of a sudden, an adventurer who can shapeshift appears in front of you. Don’t you find it a coincidence?”
If not for his confirmation above the gray fog, he would’ve suspected if he was being set up by a legendary creature or a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
Bilt’s pupils constricted as he snapped to his senses.
He discovered that due to his horror and fear, all he thought about was to grasp at the final life-saving straw. He had lost the caution brought about from his experience, having not considered whether Gehrman Sparrow’s appearance was a coincidence or not.
As Amyrius Rieveldt watched Bilt’s expression change with enlightenment and regret, he nodded gently and said, “My father, the deceased Earl Rieveldt, once taught me this.
“He said to pardon the first mistake of a subordinate.
“Bilt, you should be thankful for his benevolence.”
Bilt’s tense mood eased instantly as he felt extremely moved.
He thought Amyrius Rieveldt, who was closer to a god than man, would execute him on the spot, so as to warn all the adventurers who were under him. Who knew that he would choose to pardon him.
“Your Excellency, I… I…” Bilt was momentarily unable to form a sentence.
Amyrius maintained his stern expression and said in a deep voice, “There’s a second half of the saying, that is ‘punish them for their second mistake.’ Bilt, do you know what you should do in the future?”
The genuflecting Bilt immediately straightened his back and pressed his right fist to his left chest.
“I’ll be utmost loyal to you, Your Excellency!”
Amyrius nodded and turned to Klein.
“What’s your name?”
Amyrius Rieveldt suddenly fell silent for two seconds as the atmosphere in the sundry room seemed to freeze.
Just as Klein couldn’t help but feel uneasy, Amyrius finally said, “So it’s you.”
Amyrius nodded and said to Bilt and Klein, “The plan will proceed as per normal.
“However, we need to sign a contract.”
Amyrius didn’t provide a further explanation. He lifted up the paper and pen he had long prepared from the window sill and wrote something on it.
Every time he made contact with his pen, a golden glow would emit. The solemnity and holiness made it seem like he was penning a law.
Klein narrowed his eyes slowly as his vision turned blurry. He couldn’t help but lower his head again.
After an unknown period of time, Amyrius stopped writing and picked up a piece of paper. He said to Klein, “Sign your name at the end.
“If the conditions aren’t satisfactory, you can choose not to sign.”
The conditions on the piece of paper were few and simple. Most of them restricted Gehrman Sparrow’s actions when acting as Amyrius Rieveldt. It included, but wasn’t limited to, voluntarily exposing any problems, not using his identity to engage in acts which were adversarial to Amyrius, as well as not make any intimate contact with Miss Cynthia, etc.
In between the lines, he was saying that being too distant or resistant made it easier for Cynthia to notice a problem. He was asking how he should balance the act.
“It’s fine,” Amyrius said without any expression. “During the contract’s validity, you will not have any desire or lack the ability to do it when facing her.”
With the final character written, he saw the words on the piece of paper emit a golden glow as they condensed into a resplendent luster.
Amidst the resplendent luster, the piece of paper rapidly dissipated and vanished, as though it had fused with the world’s rules.
An invisible and faint gray fog gently rippled around him as Klein clearly sensed layers of indescribable restrictions placed on him.
These restrictions quickly melted into his body, temporarily becoming one with his Spirit Body and physical flesh.
The admiral had already converged his might as he produced a dark gold charm in his palm.
On it were the symbols and magical labels representing the “Sword of Judgment.” Its entire body was converged and somber, giving one the feeling that it was part of a codex.
“This is a high-level charm using my blood, a Fourth Epoch ancient codex, and the royal family’s Grade 0 Sealed Artifact,” Amyrius said calmly. “Its name is Ninth Law. When it’s injected with minute amounts of spirituality, it can produce a might that’s similar to mine. This can be done even by ordinary people. Without it, you’ll find it very difficult to pretend to be me.”
Amyrius continued, “With your present strength, you should be able to withstand its usage.
“Through it, you can indicate a necessary restriction on the target, making them be in an extremely disadvantageous state.
“This way, even if a demigod were to sound you out, you’ll be able to scare him away.
“If no mishaps happen at the end of everything, and if you had no need to use it, then it will be yours to keep.
“It can be used for a year.”
Klein was first taken aback before he felt a strong sense of delight.
He finally had another high-level charm ever since that time he used up the one which was created with the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem.
Although such an item had a time limitation and was single-use, a pro was that it didn’t have any negative side effects. Of course, the stringent requirements that were needed to create one made them very rare in number.
Then, he saw Amyrius remove his belt.
After a brief silence, Klein kept his embarrassment in control as he took off his clothes without an expression on his face.
Soon, he had switched clothes with Amyrius and had donned the dark blue starched admiral’s uniform.
After watching Amyrius and Bilt walk off through a secluded path in the garden, Klein calmly adjusted his buttons and turned to look at the glass window.
Under the dark night and the crimson moonlight, the glass window was like a mirror. It vaguely reflected Klein’s present looks.
He had black hair which was neatly combed back, blue and profound eyes, slightly drooping cheeks, a beardless face, and an old-fashioned and stern demeanor, all while dressed in a dark blue attire with a lanyard, medals, and epaulets.
