Chapter 622: Temporary Contract

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.

*Not worried at all? This is the confidence of a demigod; otherwise, his

Beyonder pathway is able to avert disaster ahead of time...*

Klein raised his head with great difficulty as he cast his gaze towards

the navy admiral beside him.

"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."

*Of course, it's identical to what's written in the information. This

admiral is inclined to expounding on certain things. I have to remember

this point. This is a completely different style from me and Gehrman

Sparrow...* Klein retracted his gaze in thought as he cast it to

the ground as if he was unable to withstand the pressure.

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?"

Yes, it's quite coincidental... Klein nearly said the same

thing.

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.

*The tramp had suddenly died on the day he arrived at the Sweet Lemon

Bar!* The more Bilt thought about it, the more he felt as though

he had fallen for some intricately planned trap.

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?"

That depends on which identity you're asking about... Klein

lampooned inwardly and calmly replied, "Gehrman Sparrow."

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."

*Your Excellency, you sound as though you know me. I'm just an ordinary

military informant. I only exchanged some bounty through you. I haven't

even made any reimbursement claims...* Klein silently mumbled as

he felt less and less confident.

Amyrius nodded and said to Bilt and Klein, "The plan will proceed as per

normal.

"However, we need to sign a contract."

A contract? Klein resisted the pressure with great difficulty

as he raised his head to look at Amyrius.

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."

Do you think I have or lack the guts to sign it? Klein

lampooned as he watched Bilt stand up. He received the pen and paper and

handed it to Klein.

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.

*I thought such important figures wouldn't care about the chastity of

their mistresses... This admiral is indeed an old-fashioned man...

However, I'm not such a person either...* Klein hid his

curiosity and asked as though it was an academic question, "What if Miss

Cynthia chooses to make intimate contact with me?"

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."

*You can do that? This contract is rather powerful... Apart from a

contract with spirit world creatures, this is the first time I'm seeing

other contracts. Furthermore, the former used the power of the

Underworld. This contract is only between two parties... Is this a

demigod Beyonder power of Admiral Amyrius? The Arbiter pathway?*

Klein shot a glance at the dates and discovered that it lasted five

days.

*Is he confident that he will return within five days, or is his level

only capable of implementing a contract for five days?* Klein

read the conditions once again before taking the fountain pen and wrote

the name, Gehrman Sparrow.

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 gray fog can block out bad and good luck from external sources to a

certain extent, but it's unable to screen a contract I signed... That's

right. If it can screen it, the contract with the messenger wouldn't

have been valid...* Klein gazed at Amyrius Rieveldt once again

in enlightenment.

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."

*Indeed, the might I show in a disguised state is only superficial. It's

fine fooling others usually, but once there's a need to shock and awe

any subordinate, that would be useless...* Klein secretly heaved

a sigh of relief.

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.

*As expected of a demigod. He's a lot more generous than Bilt... Bribing

a tramp and an adventurer at the pirate admiral level are different in

cost...* As Klein thought in happiness, he silently extended his

palm and received the high-level charm named Ninth Law.

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.

Klein twitched the corners of his mouth as he silently said to himself,

From this moment forth, I'm a navy admiral.