"Welcome," greeted a well-dressed middle-aged man.
He was tall and wore a friendly smile. Dressed in a black suit with a badge bearing a golden star, he exuded a calm and polite aura.
When he saw that his visitor was only a child, he showed no disdain at all. Instead, he looked respectful, displaying his professionalism.
Merlin liked that attitude and immediately pulled back his hood, startling the man at once.
"Are you…" Before he could finish, Merlin pressed a finger to his lips.
"Shhh! No need to say it. Just take me to meet the head of your store."
The man swallowed nervously and gave a quick nod. "Of course, Young Master Merlin. Please, follow me."
He never expected the guest to be the young master of the Clay family. It was fortunate he hadn't offended him—otherwise, the consequences could have been dire.
