Chapter 139: The Governor-General’s Banquet

Chapter 139: The Governor-General’s Banquet

Admiral Amyrius Leavitt… a true demigod…

The moment Klein heard Bilt’s explanation, two words instantly surfaced in his mind:

“Sorry. Goodbye!”

Seeing Gehrman Sparrow’s barely perceptible lift of the brow, Bilt hurriedly explained, “That won’t affect the difficulty of the mission.

“No one here will need a demigod to display his strength.”

He cleared his throat and forced on a smile.

“To make this mission less troublesome, His Excellency the Admiral deliberately arranged an inspection of the Olavi naval base over the next few days. That way, he doesn’t need to remain at the Central Sonia Sea’s naval headquarters, Bayam, the City of Generosity. He can avoid Sea King Yan Kottman, avoid Governor-General George Negan of the Rorsted Archipelago, avoid most of his subordinates who are familiar with him, avoid the relatives who manage his family’s businesses there, and avoid the mistress who knows him best.

“In other words, you won’t have to face the gaze of a demigod, nor will you have to endure a multitude of tests.

“Here, there are only three people who are familiar with His Excellency. The first is his secretary, Lieutenant Colonel Luan. He belongs to MI9 and is responsible for supervising His Excellency. He’s probably used many names, and I don’t know if this one is his real name. The second is His Excellency’s mistress here, a beautiful young lady named Cynthia. It’s said that her ancestors were nobles who were stripped of their titles and exiled to this place. The third is Olavi’s Governor, Auston Leavitt. He is His Excellency’s youngest brother. Earl Leavitt of the House of Lords is their elder brother.”

It does sound less difficult. And my divination result also showed that there isn’t much danger… Klein fell silent for a few seconds, then gave a slight nod.

“I need detailed information on Amyrius Leavitt.”

“We’ve already prepared it. Here is his photograph. Here are descriptions of the physical traits hidden beneath his clothes. This covers his accent, his choice of words, his habitual reactions and attitudes toward different matters, and the details of how he gets along with Luan, Cynthia, Auston, and the others…” Delighted, Bilt immediately produced a stack of materials that had originated from Admiral Amyrius Leavitt himself.

Klein first took the photograph. It showed a middle-aged gentleman with black hair and blue eyes. His bearing was somewhat stern and old-fashioned, and he had rather more hair than the average Loen gentleman.

Klein gave an almost imperceptible nod, then raised his head.

“I know there’s a great deal of material, but I’m confident you can memorize it in two days. You’re undoubtedly very professional in this regard…” Bilt’s voice trailed off before he could finish. He instinctively took a step back.

The person before him was no longer Gehrman Sparrow, but Amyrius Leavitt.

That sternness, with arrogance hidden beneath it, was practically indistinguishable from the real person.

“Storms above! This—this is nearly a miracle!” Bilt sized him up and down, unable to stop himself from exclaiming in praise. “However, you can be three centimeters taller, and the legs need to be a bit thicker. It’s all right, there’s no need to rush. His Excellency will arrive the day after tomorrow with the First Squadron of the Royal Navy’s Central Sonia Fleet. He’ll inspect the Olavi naval base in the afternoon and attend a banquet at the Governor’s Residence that evening. I have an invitation and can take you in. You’ll be able to observe His Excellency’s mannerisms and the way he speaks with different people.”

As he spoke, he received five hundred pounds in cash from Sotos, who had taken it out of the safe, and handed it to Klein.

“A pleasure doing business with you!”

Klein weighed the banknotes in his hand, inspected them briefly, and said, “A pleasure.”

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