Klein waved a hand to stop him. "Are there any other clues?"
"Well... none at the moment."
Klein turned and left the dungeon. His secretary, Lü Er'an, hurried after him and said quietly, "Your Excellency, I've already sent people out to search."
"Heh, if you were that prison-breaker who could teleport, would you stay in Bayam?"
Lü Er'an lowered his head. "...No."
"What about that owl?"
"...We're still looking."
Klein's brow furrowed. "If that owl has also fallen into the prison-breaker's hands, there will basically be no salvaging this."
"I understand..."
"Go."
Just then, two girls dressed as maids hurried over. "A-Admiral, sir."
Lü Er'an quickly stepped in front of Klein and reprimanded them. "What has you in such a panic?"
"Miss Cynthia... she's missing."
"What?"
The two maids immediately dropped to their knees. "We only just discovered that she wasn't in her room. We looked everywhere, but couldn't find her... she, she seems to have left the Governor's Mansion."
Lü Er'an's face turned livid. As Admiral Amyrius's secretary, he essentially oversaw all affairs in the Governor's Mansion, large and small. Yet in this short span of time, one incident after another had occurred. Although none had any direct connection to him, that would not stop Admiral Amyrius from considering him incompetent.
Klein was feeling rather at a loss himself. Hadn't the arrangement been that he would simply impersonate Amyrius, handle some routine matters, and maintain the illusion that the admiral had remained in the Governor's Mansion all along?
Why had all this crap happened one after another in less than a day? The crucial thing was that every incident directly concerned Amyrius. He couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to.
Klein cast a cold glance at those present and headed toward the room of Amyrius's mistress without a