It was business as usual for Malcolm Merlot.
His goods were selling like normal. His shady business was always prosperous. And his personal growth was unstoppable as well. The bald man had stepped into the Arch rank.
Malcolm started having hair follicles on his bald head after he broke into the Arch rank. It meant that the breakthrough had taken care of the malfunction he had in his mana circuits. Still, the guy had grown accustomed to his bald head. So he had to shave his head often to look the same.
3 PM. Gilaahan.
The afternoon heat had died down. Mortals and rankers were busy doing their work. So the afternoon time frame was sort of like an unofficial break for all the shopkeepers in the city.
Malcolm had put up a "closed" sign on the door of his shop so he could shave in quietly. He liked taking time to groom himself after all. The bald man started humming his favorite tune in his head. He kept whistling as he placed a mirror in front of him over the shop's counter.
