The sky had not yet brightened, and Aiven, who barely slept last night, had already gotten up early. He casually washed his face and greeted Gary, who had returned unknown during the night, before rushing out.
He was no longer concerned about the book, which might have been registered as stolen goods by the supply ship.
Jingle jingle...
"Good morning, Mr. Kredov!"
He walked into one of the top three private pharmacy shops in Gabred and greeted the shopkeeper, who was already busy behind the counter.
"Good morning, Mr. Aiven! Ah, you're already a Captain, it's truly an honor for our small shop. What a wonderful way to start the day with such good news!"
The elegant shopkeeper with curly hair immediately noticed the change in Aiven's epaulettes and congratulated him with a slightly operatic exaggeration.
The rise in his customer's status undoubtedly meant an increase in purchasing power, and Kredov's congratulations were genuinely sincere.
