The next morning.
Hobbes sat on a wooden bench on Green Vine Avenue, holding a paper bag filled with tamia.
It was a local snack.
Ground eggs and spices were shaped into balls, then fried.
The people of Abidos ate them for breakfast, either tossing a handful straight into their mouths or sandwiching them between slices of bread.
Hobbes held a handful of tamia, but only after a long while did he put a little into his mouth.
As a demigod.
A demigod of the Rose School, he now rarely needed to eat.
He only did so to disguise himself, to look no different from the residents passing by.
A homeless man lay curled up on a nearby bench, and the soldiers coming and going made no attempt to drive him away.
Hobbes had taken some precautions with his disguise. He wore civilian clothes, had a false mustache stuck above his lip, and wore glasses with barely any prescription.
He watched a bakery across the street.
It was one of the Rose School's secret contact points in the city.
But now, soldiers crowded around its entrance.
Before long.
The bakery's owner, a man in his early fifties, was brought out and taken away by the soldiers.
Only after watching the group leave did Hobbes stand and head in the opposite direction.
Before long, he had left Abidos.
He traveled all the way to a dilapidated temple on the highlands.
This temple had been built when the Temperance Faction still dominated the Rose School.
The temple was very simple in design, but it had been abandoned for a long time. The statue once worshipped there had long since crumbled into countless stones, its original form impossible to reconstruct.
After Hobbes entered, several people emerged from the depths of the temple one