"Something feels…off."
Hoisting the short plow in his hands onto his shoulder, Raul said this and stopped, making those behind grind to a halt.
Their cover was that he owned a farm in Lanthanor, and that these 20 were the help that he had hired from outside the Kingdom.
From the beginning itself, this plan had faced obstacles that made Raul appreciate just how…creative the King was.
He hadn't paid too much attention to the ID system before, but now that he did, he saw that there was practically no way to defeat it unless he enlisted a bonafide formation master.
Each ID was bound to an individual by blood. Even a camouflage technique would only change the outward appearance, making it so that if someone did carry out a search, the mechanism of the ID where it would stand out if it was not in the proximity of the person it was tied to would result in them being caught red-handed.
