Chapter 795: Chapter 793: Disguised Identity
The sun rose, and the next day arrived.
Richard and Bobbobovic, temporarily residing in their rented courtyard, had their gate door knocked on early in the morning.
“Bang Bang Bang!”
“Bang Bang Bang!”
“Ah—Ouch!”
Bobbobovic let out a huge yawn, rubbing out the greasy secretions of his eye glands—eye gunk, and sleepily made his way toward the door.
As he walked, he sowhat complained, “Who is it, knocking so early?”
Finally reaching the gate, with a “squeak” it opened, and Bobbobovic saw a young fellow standing outside next to a parked carriage. The fellow was in the uniform of the tavern he often ordered als from, holding a heavy food box in his hand.
“What’s this?” Bobbobovic was taken aback.
The young fellow spoke up, handing the food box toward Bobbobovic, “Sir, you’ve forgotten that you had reserved breakfast from our tavern for today, so I’ve brought it to you. Please enjoy at your leisure. After you’re finished, you can return the food box whenever convenient, or we can co to retrieve it in a few days. Alright, I won’t disturb you further, I need to leave now, I still have other custors to deliver als to.”
After finishing his words, the young fellow bowed politely, turned around, jumped onto the carriage, drove the horses away like the wind, and disappeared at the end of the street.
Bobbobovic watched the fellow leave, then looked down at the food box in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed. He closed the courtyard gate and turned to walk towards the room.
Upon entering the room, he placed the food box on the table, and curiously opened the top layer, only to see freshly baked sandwich cheese bread. The bread was fluffy beyond asure, with sweetly delicious cheese, and alongside it in a jar, was warm milk—a breakfast too good to miss.
However, Bobbobovic was puzzled because he hadn’t reserved breakfast for today.
Then why was breakfast delivered?
Was it a mistake?
Should he return it?
Stuffing a piece of sandwich cheese bread into his mouth, he took a big bite, the very hungry Bobbobovic seriously pondered this serious issue.
Should he really return it?
Bobbobovic took a sip of warm milk, swallowed the bread in his mouth, and continued to seriously ponder this serious issue.
“Tap tap tap…”
Footsteps sounded, Richard ca down from the second floor, glanced at Bobbobovic eating, and asked, “Who was knocking at the door just now? And where did the food you’re eating co from?”
“I was just about to ask you.” Bobbobovic took another bite of bread and swallowed, his voice a bit muffled as he spoke to Richard, “The one who ca was a fellow from the Rusco Tavern, saying I had ordered today’s breakfast yesterday, so he delivered this food box. But I clearly rember, I didn’t reserve today’s breakfast yesterday, could it be that you did?”
“It wasn’t .” Richard replied negatively.
“Well alright then,” Bobbobovic shrugged, “I guessed it wasn’t you who ordered. It seems, indeed, the fellow made a mistake. By rights, it should be returned.”
As he spoke, Bobbobovic took another sip of milk, feeling the warm and sweet milk slide into his stomach, his body gradually warming up, the drowsiness dissipating.
Richard watched Bobbobovic, walked over without saying anything, and opened the second layer of the food box.
Inside, there was a beautifully arranged dessert made of purple berries and blue jam, emitting an enticing sweet scent akin to waterlon.
“Ah!”
Bobbovic looked at Richard’s actions and couldn’t help but exclaim, discussing seriously, “If they sent the wrong package, it’s sowhat understandable that we eat part of it, but eating all of it would be a bit too much, right?”
“Smack!”
As he spoke, Bobbovic dipped his finger into the jam on the dessert, sucked it hard, and smacked his lips, comnting, “However, honestly, the dessert is really quite good. Maybe we should pay for this breakfast and let the original owner order a new one.”
Richard glanced at Bobbovic without saying a word, then reached out to open the third tier of the food box, and finally said to Bobbovic, “Have you never thought that this food box was actually ant specifically for us? It’s not really breakfast—it’s just a cover.”
“Hmm?”
Bobbovic, puzzled, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw Richard take out two well-sealed boxes from the third tier of the food box.
Each box had writing on it. Richard looked at them a few tis, handed the box with Bobbovic’s na to him, and then opened the one with his own na.
After opening it, inside was a large stack of docunts filled with text and so small items whose purpose was unknown.
Richard quickly read through the docunts and, after a mont, confird his speculation: the items hidden inside the food box were the disguise identities prepared for him and Bobbovic by the mysterious elder Oscar.
The docunts detailed the identities, while the small items served as proof of identity.
Originally, the mysterious elder Oscar had said it would take a few days to prepare this, but unexpectedly, it had only taken one night—the efficiency was astonishing.
At the sa ti as being efficient, there was no deceit involved.
The two disguise identities were fleshed out with the information they currently presented. This was not rely fabricating two stories; if soone investigated according to what the docunts said, they would indeed find all sorts of clues left in the docunts, persuading them that the stories were true.
According to the docunts, his identity was that of a wizard from the Northern Soma Alliance, belonging to an organization called the Prolo Society.
Bobbovic was also from the Northern Soma Alliance, but belonged not to the Prolo Society but to the Land of No Master—a once famous wizard organization that rapidly declined and perished.
After understanding these two sets of disguise identities, Richard had so guesses about the old man’s real identity.
After all, the disguised locations were all in the Soma Alliance, which indicated that the old man had substantial control over the Soma Alliance, so…
After thinking for a long ti, Richard muttered, “Perhaps cooperating with them could indeed be mutually beneficial.”
…
In the following ti, Richard and Bobbovic began morizing the contents of the docunts, fully adopting their disguise identities.
Once the morization was nearly complete, they burned all the docunts. Then, they completely crushed the ashes into powder, poured them into nitric acid to dissolve them, causing the main component—potash—to react irreversibly and completely destroy the evidence.
In the afternoon, the courtyard door was knocked again.
Richard and Bobbovic walked to the door, opened it, and saw a large four-wheeled carriage parked outside. Joseph of the Truth Society stuck his head out from the carriage and waved, saying, “Co on up, I’m going to take you to a place.”
Richard and Bobbovic looked at each other and cooperatively boarded the carriage, sitting inside.
As the carriage started moving, Richard looked at Joseph and asked, “Where are you taking us?”
“To et the head of our organization and finalize your joining,” Joseph said earnestly.
“Ah, I see.” Richard and Bobbovic nodded since Joseph had ntioned this during their last eting, and reaching this goal was sothing they had been aiming for, so they weren’t too surprised or astonished at the mont.
Joseph, without much ado, instructed the coachman to speed up, and they headed towards the west of the city.
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