"Marov, I'm counting on you for these pieces of equipment!" Caelan said, his tone brisk but commanding.
"I'm in a hurry. You know that!" Marov responded immediately. He had long been accustomed to Caelan's direct and impatient style of speaking.
Without hesitation, Marov stepped forward and took the equipment and items that Caelan handed over.
Then, shaking his bulky body, he moved with a surprisingly agile posture, turning toward the staircase that led to the second floor.
For Marov, having the chance to work with Caelan was his greatest gain.
Even within the Instance Control Center, Marov's status had risen considerably because of Caelan's presence.
After arranging everything, Caelan originally planned to leave the Instance Control Center. He intended to find a place where he could relax for a while.
However, just as he was about to stand up, the receptionist's warm little hand pressed lightly on his shoulder.
"Mr. Caelan, would you like a drink?" she asked softly.
