[Horde: Sir, the fake identity you have requested is ready.]
[Good. Send me all of the related documents.]
[Horde: They are already sent with the message. The card will also arrive soon with the cargo.]
Sitting on my bed, I was looking at the message that had just come. It was not just the text; the message also had a special picture on the attachments.
"They are quite fast."
I thought to myself.
One of the reasons why I had invested this amount of money in a criminal group called 'Horde' was, of course, their work quality.
They operated fast, and they were mostly safe unless the job that was given contained too many risks.
I opened the image and found the fake identity card bearing the name "Leonard Blackwood." The quality was undeniably impressive, replicating a genuine card down to the finest details.
Leonard Blackwood, a persona crafted to seamlessly blend in, would be my guise to enter the exclusive Blackthorn Family banquet. A gathering reserved for the elite, attendance required an impeccable facade.
"Considering the banquet will happen this weekend, it looks like they want to please me."
Now, the Blackthorn family is one of the most famous and high-ranked families in the Valerian Federation. Therefore, the banquet they are giving can only be attended by people of the same status.
And, since the banquet of the Blackthorn Family was something that not all people could easily access, I needed a fake identity.
A fake identity that would let me enter the banquet but also comes with low risks.
The picture on the identity card showcased a composed and unassuming face—Leonard Blackwood—captured in a moment of professionalism.
It was a face that belonged to a waiter, a person whose purpose was to serve discreetly while being a mere background figure in the opulent event.
He wasn't handsome, and he didn't have any distinct qualities. His hair was black, his eyes were brown, and his body was slightly on the slim side, just like me.
He had graduated from a 2-year course that was given to future waiters who would work in such banquets, and of course, he wasn't an Awakened.
After he finished his course, he was immediately recruited by a fairly well-known agency, and this was his first work in the place.
He was born in the south of the continent, close to the border, and his family had left this world not long after, and now he came the capital to work.
That was basically the background information of our virtual Leonard Blackwood.
KNOCK!
As I continued to scrutinize the identity card, a knock sounded at my dorm room door.
'It must be the cargo mentioned.'
Though the arrival was sudden, it was expected. I swiftly opened the door to find a cargo container containing the materials needed to complete the false identity: a waiter's uniform, a tray, a couple of lenses, small face changers, and other relevant accessories, all carefully packaged to maintain the illusion.
'Everything is thoroughly prepared.'
Of course, I was not expecting such good work, considering they were only known hackers. But, they probably utilized another group in the Darkweb just to make it work.
Even then, it was something that could be easily managed.
'Then, all there is left is preparing for my act.'
Opening my laptop, I opened [MyTube] and started watching a bunch of videos about being a waiter and what the job looked like.
[Perceptive Insight] worked even in things that I wanted to learn from videos; it didn't necessarily have to be something I needed to witness virtually.
This was something that I had overlooked while training and just figured out while watching a video of the course materials.
And now, I was applying this property of my trait into action by doing this.
Open a video, perceive the core points of it, and absorb it into your mind, making it your habit.
That was my goal just now.
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MUSIC
Inside a café that had countless ornaments on the wall and a high-class appearance, six figures were sitting talking to each other.
They looked young and fresh, and every one of them had the appearance to attract the attention of the bystanders just by existing there. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Aren't they….."
"Yes, they are the new generation nobles."
Even though the term noble had been abolished officially, it was still slang that was used by the people.
After all, there was a distinct difference between some people just by being born. And that was the same with the two people talking to themselves.
"To think that we would see the heirs of five different families here."
"It is my first time as well."
"But, they are just as said. I wish I was born into such a family, too."
"Yeah…..They look good, they have money, they are awakened...Just what more you can want….."
As the two men sent envious gazes to the group, suddenly, a waiter approached them.
"Sirs, may I get your attention."
The waiter's voice was polite but carried a clear warning tone. The two men turned their attention to the waiter, a little startled by the sudden interruption.
"You might want to be discreet with your gazes," the waiter advised, nodding towards the group of six. "They are from prominent families. It's best not to draw too much attention."
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