So it is done

Bor watched Norman reading the legal documents he had procured with some pleasure. Or should he start calling him Jonathan now?

It's a bit annoying though, watching just how carefully he studied every line in his new documents, examining every letter.

"The right to organize a personal business with the aim of obtaining economic benefits as a legal entity is officially recognized... This document serves to certify that Jonathan Goodman is the legal guardian and representative... On behalf of the Migration Department of Internal and Foreign Policy Management of Mount Glenn..."

It took quite some time before Jonathan finished reading the whole heap of legalese. A whole heap of papers that Jonathan studied rigorously, carefully examining each line before taking a deep breath as he finished, then looking closely at Bor. "It looks like the documents are in order and legitimate."

"They are legitimate." Bor nodded, as he watched Jonathan slowly put the documents into a bag he had taken with him.

"It was not easy to get them that quickly while also being done ... Legally. By the way, you should add your photo and your... Ward's to the police base. It's optional, but can help you avoid unnecessary police attention in the future. They're a curious bunch after all."

At Bor's advice, Jonathan just nodded before casting another hesitant glance at his bag and the documents inside. Bor guesses that some nervousness is normal, in this business one slip can get you into a whole lot of trouble.

Formally speaking, the documents were indeed legally obtained. His good friend Zoen helped tweak some of the early documentation and history. So, legally speaking, Jonathan Goodman was now an official immigrant who had arrived at Mount Glenn three years ago during one of the many crises plaguing Remnant... If Bor was not mistaken it was the Branwen Tribe burning a local settlement to the ground? Or was it the Grimm that first attacked, and the Branwen Tribe just finished what they started?

Hmm, come to think of it, what is the Branwen Tribe doing in Vale? They lived in Mistral after all, hmm... Well nothing to it, it's not like Bor is all that interested in the thinking processes of such scums of Remnant. For all he knows they just felt like sightseeing?

Bor paused his unnecessary thoughts, before looking at Jonathan and smiling, nodding to his future money-maker. "It was a pleasure working with you, Mr. Goodman."

"With you too, Mr. Bor." Well would you look at that it seems that they have an accord. Though he would like it if he didn't sound so threatening. For an ordinary person his smile and words could even look sincere, but Bor could easily notice the pressure and threat implied by his words. "I would be happy to meet you again in the future."

"Of course, Mr. Goodman." Bor nodded to Jonathan, he could only see benefits from this relationship. "All the best to your future endeavors."

As Jonathan disappeared through the door, leaving Bor alone, his calm expression first broke into a smile that gradually turned into a wide grin.

Haha, Norman Bloomsberry... Such a person was non-existent in the archives of Mount Glenn, non-existent in the archives of Kreek's service, and also non-existent in Vale's official sources, as much as Bor disliked referring to them. An obvious result for someone using a fake name. Not that Bor needed to do much to figure that out, but with the deal they had, verification was paramount.

Of course, he could do more to track who Jonathan really was. Tracking a person official residents list of Vale, this assuming that Jonathan actually resided in Vale all this time, was not a task Bor could complete. Even if he was not just a humble official from Mount Glenn, but a Counselor of Vale... He doesn't really have the authority to just open a citizen's file, another of the compromise created after the Great War.