"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.
As for trying to enter normally, that was impossible, as it would be foolish to dump away all their trinkets and weapons. Raul hadn't been willing to take that risk, so he had only cursed the advanced trinket-checking devices that the King had deployed at the borders.
In the end, he had decided that this would be a quick Guerrilla strike. They would enter the Kingdom and try to reach their destination as quickly as possible, and if anyone intercepted them, they would just kill the soldiers.
So far, they had faced no obstacles, but Raul just couldn't shake that feeling.
At the moment, it had just peaked, so he had ordered a halt.
Using the scanning formation that he had acquired which was able to spy out any being at the Warrior level near them, he tried to see if they were being tailed, but sighed when he saw the same output.
There was no one.
"What is it, Raul? Any change of plans?
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