Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Chapter 387 - Taming Misconceptions - 2

Wei worked quickly.

He removed his travel clothes and dressed in the guard’s uniform, which fit reasonably well. The fabric was coarser than he was accustomed to, but it would serve its purpose. He took the man’s identification documents and the patrol papers he carried.

Now he had identity and reason to be in the camp.

Wei tied and gagged the unconscious guard. He hid him behind the bushes where he wouldn’t be found easily, arranging fallen branches to provide additional concealment.

With the uniform on and some random papers in hand, Wei headed toward the camp. The guards at the entrance greeted him casually, just another patroller returning from his rounds.

Once inside, Wei headed directly toward the administrative tent. His story was simple: he needed to deliver official documents. In his experience, people rarely questioned bureaucratic procedures when they seemed routine.

Now comes the dangerous part.

The main scribe’s tent was deeper inside, identifiable by the constant flow of messengers entering and leaving. Wei knew he would find what he really needed there: official documents, writing materials, and most importantly, the Blackwood family seal.

Wei blended with a group of messengers carrying morning dispatches, following them to the entrance of the administrative tent. When they dispersed to their various tasks, he simply continued walking inside as if he belonged there.

The tent was a hive of activity. Scribes copying orders, officers dictating reports, messengers waiting for instructions. Wei moved toward a side table where he had spotted writing materials and seals stored in a wooden box.

He barely had two minutes...

"Can I help you?" A voice stopped him.

Wei stopped and ’naturally’ approached the senior scribe, a middle-aged man whose ink-stained fingers spoke of administrative service.

"Documents for processing," Wei said, extending the parchment he had taken from the guard.

"Special dispatch," Wei murmured, adopting the bored tone of someone handling routine paperwork. "I need the official seal to authenticate."

The scribe frowned, his bureaucratic instincts sensing something irregular. "On whose behalf?"

Wei had a fraction of a second to decide. "Commander Blackwood. Urgent matter concerning matrimonial arrangements."

The mention of matrimonial affairs made the scribe hesitate. Those topics were notoriously delicate and complex among the nobility, the kind of sensitive political maneuvering that could make or break careers.

"I should verify with..."

"Of course," Wei nodded, beginning to step back with calculated reluctance. "I’ll tell the commander that his urgent family matters require additional verification."

The implicit tone of reproach made the scribe blink nervously. In the noble world, delaying high command affairs was a serious offense.

"No, no, it’s fine," the scribe quickly opened the box and extracted the seal. "What document needs authentication?"

Wei had prepared for this moment. He produced a sheet of paper with text already written, the kind of document that passed through administrative channels dozens of times per day.

The scribe reviewed it routinely, his eyes scanning the formal language without truly absorbing the content.

"Confirmation of matrimonial arrangements between Lady Isabella Blackwood and Lord Marco Goldcrest, third son of the fourth wife. The agreed terms include the eastern valley territories and commercial passage rights. We expect this union to strengthen our family’s position as Lord Kharzan’s principal advisors, a position that some minor clans seem to believe belongs to them by birthright, despite their evident... inexperience in matters of true importance."

The scribe read quickly through only the beginning, too busy and preoccupied to notice the subtle insult embedded in the formal language. He applied the seal automatically, the red wax marking the document as officially sanctioned.

"Done," he said, returning the seal to its box with practiced efficiency.

"Thank you," Wei took the document and headed toward the exit with a calm but determined pace.

Once outside the tent, Wei found a discrete corner and carefully added in handwriting remarkably similar to the original script: "We expect this union to clearly demonstrate which families have true value to House Goldcrest, unlike those whose only recent contribution has been the clumsy loss of heirs through basic incompetence and foolishness in pushing for achievements beyond their station."