"Your Excellency... could you really be...?"
Looking at that familiar face, Klein swallowed, lowered the muzzle slightly, but kept his finger on the trigger.
Was this some kind of joke?
This was the underground warehouse of Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen City.
The Evernight Goddess's holy emblem was carved into the walls.
How had a prime minister all the way from Backlund appeared here without a sound?
"That's right. Like you, I'm a transmigrator."
The man in the mirror spoke, and he was speaking Chinese.
Hearing the language of his homeland, Klein's mind buzzed.
Although he had already mentally prepared himself for the possibility that the recipient of his Chinese plea for help was an old friend from home.
When this man standing at the pinnacle of the kingdom's power truly spoke Chinese, the feeling was still utterly surreal.
It was like playing games in an internet café when the guy beside you eating instant noodles suddenly told you he was President Ma of Tencent—and could actually top up your account with a hundred million Q Coins.
"Boss!"
"How did you get in here?"
Klein took a deep breath and asked in Chinese as well.
This was simply too unbelievable.
According to the Nighthawks' internal files, this prime minister had close ties with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, those people obsessed with steam engines and gears.
And the Sequence abilities controlled by that church should have been related to creating mechanical constructs.
How could he use a mirror, something so steeped in mysticism, to move through space?
This completely violated the principles of mysticism...
"I merely used a small trick."
"You can understand it as using refraction through the mirror's surface to directly project the frequency band containing my personal information onto your retina.
Simply put,