Herlosh was feigning illness in his room.

Oh, no, now he should be addressed as Mr. Morgan.

That's right, just like the time he impersonated Morgan to interview Ethan.

This time, he is once again impersonating Morgan.

But compared to last time's clumsy impersonation, Herlosh was thoroughly prepared this time.

He memorized everything from clothing, habits, to background and history.

Where Ethan got this information, he didn't know, but Ethan assured him that even if Oswaldo checked in the Royal Capital, there would be no mistakes.

And indeed, after meeting Oswaldo, Oswaldo wasn't the least bit suspicious and gladly accepted his interview.

On one hand, it was because Ethan did very well with the preliminary work, and on the other, Herlosh's disguise was flawless.

Although he always seemed to be failing, he was a person who had awakened his true identity, the Real Eye.

His fundamental skills weren't lacking; he just lacked confidence.

That day, after being provoked by Ethan's words, he decided to go for it; he couldn't live his life like this anymore.

Thankfully, everything was going smoothly for now.

He had even made some substantial progress.

These days, he pretended to be writing a biography for Oswaldo, surveying all his properties, and using the power of his true name to uncover critical secrets within.

He found the secrets of Oswaldo's illegal profiteering and money laundering.

He had already handed some of the evidence to Ethan.

But he felt it was not enough, lacking something truly significant.

What he had discovered was merely icing on the cake.

Oswaldo might be seriously harmed, but he wouldn't lose everything.

He needed to get the conclusive evidence.

Honestly, Herlosh felt uneasy. Naturally, he had also heard about Ethan.

Fortunately, Ethan had made contingency plans, in case something happened during the mission, he could contact another person.

That person was a shadow.

Anyway, Herlosh had never seen that person; he always heard a shadow speaking in the dark corners.

Now, his orders were to keep going, use every opportunity to get the most crucial evidence.

Every opportunity…

Tomorrow, would be the best opportunity.

Herlosh, in his unlit room, watched silently at the Governor's mansion.

So, was Ethan waiting for him?

Am I his ace in the hole?

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Royal Capital.

City of Ten Thousand Cities.

This was the praise given to the Royal Capital by the famous author Polahetz in his celebrated work "May."

Initially, it might have been excessive praise.

But over the years, with the Kingdom's rapid development, the Royal Capital had evolved from a coastal port city into a vast city with countless skyscrapers and innumerable sights.

If someone were to look down from the sky in the middle of the night, they would find it dazzling like starlight that can't be concealed.

Calling it the City of Ten Thousand Cities was now well deserved.

Virel was now overlooking this massive city from a high-rise.

Here, he felt his own insignificance.

He was like a grain of sand thrown into the sea.

He yearned to return to Winster.

But not yet.

He still had to stay.

The young master's orders weren't fully executed; tomorrow would be the end of everything.

Outside the hotel where Virel was staying, in a room in the building across, several people were somewhat bored.

They were employees of the Kingdom Statistical Bureau, seconded to Joseph on orders.

Joseph had them keep Virel under 24-hour surveillance.

"This guy seems out of options, doesn't he? Do we still need to keep an eye on him?"

One of the employees yawned incessantly, looking like he just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Is it your first day at the Statistical Bureau?"

Another person frowned and scolded.

"Yes, Captain, I'll continue the surveillance, but this guy is clearly from a small place, where from, Win…Winster, right? Look at the people he's met these two days; how could he possibly compete with our Statistical Bureau."

The person still seemed very apathetic.

"I know everyone's been tired these few days; after tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to some grape water."

The captain also didn't want to create a tense atmosphere, so he said with a smile.

"By the way, this grape water seems to come from Winster, it seems the boss of this guy we're watching came up with it, will we still be able to drink it in the future?"

Another employee said.

"No worries, with Young Master Joseph's intervention, handling that guy's boss, this grape water business will probably only get better."

The lazy employee interjected again.

"Shut up, you!" The captain burst out.

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The night passed by quickly.

This night held different meanings for everyone in Winster.

To those reporters, they enjoyed a feast at Joseph's banquet, and tomorrow, they would partake in an even larger bloody feast.

Regardless of the outcome, they would get enough explosive news.

But to most of Winster's citizens, they were nervous with a bit of excitement.

The nervousness came from their genuine admiration for Ethan, they really didn't want anything to happen to him.

But, after all, everyone was just ordinary people with ordinary emotions, always harboring some darker thoughts within.

For instance, concerning stars like Ethan, would he really have committed all those evils as rumored in the newspapers?

Too curious, what would happen tomorrow?

Ethan appeared calm.

After having a lavish dinner on time, he drank a cup of post-dinner tea.

Then, after reading for a while, he suddenly wanted to dance.

He then asked Anya to dance with him.

At first, Anya was reluctant, saying she wasn't good at dancing, maybe later, all the while as if she was recalling something.

Ethan didn't insist, he just sighed and said, if only Sofia were here, she danced quite well.

This seemed to provoke Anya; her expression suddenly turned cold and she said, "Young master, I suddenly feel like dancing again."

Full of a fighting stance, as if she was about to duel with Ethan.

But when she actually started dancing, Anya was very graceful.

Carefully following Ethan's steps, she waltzed in his palm.

She found the music delightful, something she had never heard before.

When the tune ended, feeling a bit weak all over, she leaned on Ethan's shoulder and asked, "Young master, what's this piece called?"

"Do you like it?" Ethan asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"I just had it composed recently." After dancing several times before, Ethan recalled a dance piece he loved from his previous life, which led him to find a music professor at Winster University during his leisure time, and composed this dance music from memory.

"It's called…"

One Step Away.

Holding Anya's soft waist, Ethan looked out the pitch-black window.

Very soon, after tonight passes.

Only left, one step away.

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