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In the washroom, the wet and dry partitions, the diffuse water vapor enveloped the entire bathtub.

In addition to his head, Klein was immersed in hot water, lying comfortably, and didn't even want to move his toes.

What a wonderful night... If there is no Cynthia outside, just wait for her to wait for her... Klein sighs and considers how to find excuses to avoid closeness.

According to the characteristics of Admiral Levitt, he decided to start with work, followed by the recent physical discomfort, the ability to lose that aspect because of the injury, the time it took to take the drug, and the sudden awakening of the real The sexual orientation looks at the reasons why the curls are all eye-catching.

As for whether this will damage the image of the general, Klein has no psychological pressure. As long as Cynthia is not suspected that he is a fake Amyrius Levitt, he will complete the task satisfactorily.

How to explain those excuses afterwards, how to find reasons to return to normal, are the questions of Admiral Amyrius, and what is the relationship with my German Sparrow? What is the relationship between the corrupted image of German Sparrow and my Sherlock Moriatti? Klein stood up comfortably, walked wet outside, wrapped in a bath towel, and wiped his body.

In exchange for the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a breath and silently lifted the anti-lock as the enemy, and unscrewed the door of the bathroom.

Seeing the empty corridor, only the light from the two side lights illuminate the dark aisle, Klein relaxed a little, not so tight.

This is almost the same as challenging the pirate generals... In the meantime, he suddenly found a serious problem, that is, he did not know which master bedroom, which is the study.

In any case, you must say hello to Cynthia, otherwise it will appear as "Amyrius" admiral eccentric... Klein recalls the pattern of a similar house, trying to find the master bedroom accurately.

At this moment, the door of the diagonally opposite room opened and only Cynthia, who had set up a silk robe, came out.

Her blonde hangs slightly in a mess, and even a few squats in front of the blue eyes and bright red lips, letting the sun shine halfway, the lips seem to be closed, and it is extremely attractive in a dimly lit environment.

The neckline of the silk robe was wide open, and the snow white and the gully reflected Klein's eyes.

... Klein almost looked up and looked at the ceiling to escape this strong excitement.

Calm, calm, you are Amyrius Levitt...and you have also seen the ** witch... Compared with the "sick girl", the lady’s charm is obviously not enough... Wait, why am I? Go to the witch, who knows whether they used to be male or female... Klein maintains his gaze, even "playing" from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

At this moment, he can feel the original desire, but the lower body has no movement...

"This is the second manifestation of the temporary contract? In fact, Admiral Amyrius does not need to be so troublesome. Even if there is an impulse, I can control myself... What scene have I not seen?

"Well... Cynthia and the information are a little different, not that she became a mistress of Amyrius for a year or two, and most of the time I can't see each other, and I can't open it on that kind of thing. How many times have you been squatting? How do you have the tendency to seduce today?

"Is it felt that the status is not stable, or is she replaced?" Since becoming a "faceless person," Klein sees everyone as fake.

Cynthia's eyes were drooping, and the courage that had been forced up suddenly disappeared a little under the examination of Amyrius. Her face was gradually dyed with a thrilling blush, and her heart was both ashamed and slightly proud.

Then she heard the emperor calmly commanding:

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

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

"..." Cynthia looked up and her face was still red.

She could not understand the words of Admiral Amyrius for a moment.

Klein quietly took a breath, hugged each other and kissed his forehead:

"I will accompany you in a few days."

This response comes from the information, he just changed the word slightly.

Frankly speaking, if it wasn’t for some prior knowledge, Klein would have thought that Admiral Amyrius would have a face when he was on the bed while he was getting along with the mistress, saying that what he did was very serious, however, this The half-god also has a soft tone, a side of laughter and flirtation, but is not very good at telling love.

This made him understand one thing, that is, many people only look at the surface, it is impossible to imagine that he is private. The "no face" must be carefully investigated and fully understood to be true camouflage, just like a magician. No unprepared performances.

Cynthia showed obvious disappointment, but soon converge on those emotions and piled up a smile:

"Ok.

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

This is consistent with the information, more considerate, understanding and understanding... Kline watched Cynthia turn into the house, pull the bell, and he took the opportunity to take off the bathrobe, put on the dark red pajamas and sleep in the same color. pants.

Cynthia opened the door of the study attentively, and handled the slightly messy table for a while, then waited for the maid to soak the coffee, took it by herself, and sent it in.

In this process, Klein looked at the documents and materials and pretended to be very professional. In fact, he had little knowledge of the data and design concepts of the ships such as the armored ship and the sail ship. It was similar to the illiterate.

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

The corner of his eye saw Cynthia leave silently and close the door. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and knew that it was mixed tonight.

In the master bedroom, Cynthia licked her lips and took the necklace from under the pillow, holding only the knuckle-sized black rhinoceros horns in the palm of her hand.

She stood there and whispered:

"The great desire mother tree, please make me more attractive, let Admiral Amyrius become more obsessed with me, let him experience the ultimate happiness from me, and give me a child..."

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

In the quiet study room, Klein Shasha flipped through the documents piled up in front of him and sorted it out according to the processing method. He brushed the name of Amyrius Levitt - he could imitate the handwriting Because "no face" can remember the characteristics of the target, "Clown" provides precise control.

For those who are complicated and don't understand much, Klein wrote similar instructions:

"Let's study again."

"Busy" until the early hours of the morning, Klein stretched out his mouth and yawned.

No, you have to sleep, there are still many challenges tomorrow, you have to keep your energy... Klein thought about it and gave up his plan to return to the master bedroom.

He lifted his right hand, pressed the two half-closed eyes, yanked down and moved them to the sides of the middle of the bridge of the nose.

Then, in the position where the original eye was, Klein separated the two gaps and used the flesh and blood to pretend a pair of fake eyes.

After becoming a "faceless person", I am more and more like a monster... If I go to school, I will have such a magical skill... He sighs silently, just half-baked, and his eyes are closed. The fake eyes openly "see" the document to fall asleep.

The speciality of the "clown" kept his instinct in balance, motionless, like a marble statue.

I don't know how long it took, and Klein suddenly woke up in her dreams and realized that she had the power to try to pull herself into deep sleep and invade it!

Who? I haven't done anything recently, how can anyone want to enter my dreams? No, I am now Admiral Levitte.... Kline’s heart has changed, and it has changed in appearance. Even in a dream, it has become a demigod.

At the same time, he only felt that his consciousness was tightening, as if he was avoiding something.

This is different from normal dreams. I clearly have recovered my mind. I can break free of myself and wake up, but I can't do without dreams... Klein tried to find more weirdness.

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

Then, his eyes were faint and white, and he became a figure that could not be seen.

Klein's eyes were slightly stunned, and the spirit penetrated the dream, letting the real body move silently, then put the palm of his hand into the pocket and touched the "ninth law" spell.

At this time, the vague figure calmly said:

"Don't take part in Auston's business.

"This is a warning."

...somewhat powerful, actually warned a half-god... what do they want to do with Auston? Klein thought for a moment, slightly spreading spirituality, letting the "ninth law" spell exude a deep majesty, then imitating it, showing a similar feeling in the dream, then screamed:

"who are you?

"Who do you represent?"

The vague figure stunned and sighed and laughed:

“It’s not the ‘weaver’, Amyrius, who can stay awake in this situation.”

No, no, no, although Amyrius is known as the "weaver," he is not good at similar things. You should say that it is a "fool" adult... Klein has two words, seriously:

"answer my question."

The vague figure smirked:

"You don't need to know who I am.

"As a demigod, you should be well aware that everything has its fate, and so is 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... When I heard this, Klein Horan remembered a noun:

"Twilight Hermit"!

But Klein didn't speak, didn't reveal the words, because Admiral Amyrius was himself in recent days.

The vague figure saw the "weaver" Amyrius fell silent, did not say anything more, re-formed into a diffuse white gas, disappeared into this dream.