First came the sound of chewing, intermittent and seemingly close at hand, followed by angry curses and roars, and finally, faint moans, making Klein, who had only just forced himself to calm down, feel as though he had plunged back into a seductive dream.
Was this not Admiral Emilius's private residence? How did it sound more chaotic than the Red Theater...
With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Klein even felt an urge to pull the door shut, return to the warm bed, and sleep until dawn while pretending to know nothing at all. Perhaps early the next morning, this luxurious mansion would recover its usual tranquility, obsequious servants would attend to him as he got up and dined, a tender Cynthia would continue to hint at him in various subtle ways, and the stern, respectful secretary Lü'er An would murmur today's schedule by his side, just like the past two days.
Yet Klein, possessing a wealth of experience in courting death, knew full well that trouble had already found him, and avoidance could resolve nothing.
Besides, this was the General's residence; upon encountering such an anomaly, had his guard unit not yet assembled? Where had the secretary, who bustled about him all day, gone? What about those servants who were practically enough to crowd the living room?
Mustering his courage, one hand gripping the Ninth Law charm in his pocket so that the sense of majesty and confidence belonging to a demigod Admiral could imbue him, Klein pushed open the bedroom door with his other hand and stepped into the corridor.
Before him sat a chef in the corner, clutching a massive plate piled high with various raw and cooked foods: tender Dilis Steak, Pritz Harbor fried fish, and an Olavie Lobster with its dark, armored shell and