Klein touched the "Law of the Ninth" charm in his pocket and adjusted his height and facial features until he was completely indistinguishable from Admiral Amelius Levitt.
He left the storage room through another door and walked along the quiet corridor toward the main building of the Governor's Mansion.
Along the way, an occasional butler or maid would pass, but no one dared to look directly at Klein. As soon as they saw that admiral's uniform, they stepped aside and bowed their heads in salute.
Anyone of a similar height wearing this uniform could probably just walk straight into the ballroom... I have to say, sometimes playing a big shot is easier than playing an ordinary person... Klein looked straight ahead, maintaining his solemn demeanor, and walked at a steady pace towards the corridor paved with black stone bricks.
A melodious tune was faintly drifting in the air, while elegant gas lamps on both sides of the wall illuminated the dark surroundings.
Just as Klein approached a lounge, he saw the door open and a middle-aged man step out as if he had been waiting.
This man had black hair and blue eyes, his facial features bearing a fifty to sixty percent resemblance to Amelius, though he had a higher forehead, slightly puffy eyes, and his mouth hadn't yet started to droop.
He was Amelius Levitt's younger brother, Oston Levitt.
This gentleman had once served in the Navy, rising to the rank of Colonel through his exploits in the colonies of the Southern Continent. Later, tired of military life and due to political balancing, he accepted a commission to become a Governor.
In the five or six years he had been in Oravi, valuing the island's location and resources, he had pushed the Levitt family to acquire a large number of estates and manors here, thereby amassing a great amount of land for himself.
This didn't mean it was obtained purely through power. Oston and the Levitt family had paid a fair amount of money, even taking out a loan from a bank, unlike the forcible seizure of lands originally belonging to the Fey on the east coast of Balam at ridiculously low prices.
Of course, if he wasn't the Governor of Oravi and his brother wasn't the Supreme Commander of the Navy in the Middle Sonia Sea, the Levitt family wouldn't have had such an easy time convincing the targets to sell their high-quality land or manors.
The test was here… Klein calmly approached and stopped in front of Oston Levitt.
Oston glanced around and said in a low voice: "Have you considered that matter?"
What matter... Klein was momentarily confused, but then recalled a passage from the information: "If Oston requests a private talk or directly asks for an answer on a certain matter, tell him that you will give him the answer when you leave Oravi."
So this was exactly what Amelius had anticipated. I just need to watch my attitude and tone, and also the unique vocabulary and pronunciation of the Roen nobility... Klein nodded slightly and said seriously: "Wait a few more days. I'll give you the answer when I leave Oravi."
Oston didn't suspect anything and said with a low laugh: "It seems you are waiting for something to give you the strength to decide."
The matter that forces Admiral Amelius to act alone? Klein felt a stir in his heart and expertly said with the tone of a superior: "Keep your speculations to yourself."
Having said that, he started moving and strode towards the ballroom.
Oston Levitt watched his brother's back, his expression gradually turning cold, and he shook his head very slightly.
Entering the ballroom, Klein looked around and walked towards the long table of food, occasionally stopping to exchange a pleasantry with those who approached him.
During this process, he discovered that he didn't need to understand the topics brought up by those who spoke to him. A simple nod here and there was enough to keep the conversation moving in a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere until it naturally came to an end.
Indeed, being a big shot made some aspects of the act easier, but correspondingly, other things became more difficult... Klein passed through all this "resistance" and finally reached the long table.
He casually picked up a plate, reminding himself internally that Admiral Amelius liked fish, beef, and lobster, and hated chicken and goose. So he avoided the roast chicken,
Because the metal containers were either sitting on hot coals or in containers filled with hot water, the food was still sufficiently warm. When Klein took the first bite, he was almost moved to tears, nearly breaking his persona.
He struggled to maintain the persona of Admiral Amelius, holding his plate and chatting with various people, including port city councilors and naval agents, listening very intently to their words while occasionally stuffing some food into his mouth.
He had noticed that a young man in a tailcoat was always following at a short distance.
He had neatly combed-back blond hair, a slightly high hairline, rather pale blue eyes, and a refined, scholarly appearance.
Matching the photo, it was Amelius's secretary, Luriaan… Klein controlled himself from looking him over too closely, and managed to completely fill his stomach before the banquet ended.
Leaving the Governor's Mansion, Klein boarded the carriage protected by the general's guard and sat beside the liquor cabinet.
The blond secretary, Luriaan, followed him in, his leather boots stepping on the thick, soft carpet as he silently moved to the seat opposite Klein.
He sat down, but only a third of his backside actually touched the seat.
The carriage started moving, and Luriaan took out a stack of documents from the black briefcase he was carrying, saying: