This time, Andres didn't hesitate when approaching the gates.
He didn't look like someone seeking entry.
He looked like someone who belonged.
Instead of heading for the main line, he moved toward the merchant processing area.
And there—
He saw the same man.
Recognition was immediate.
"You."
Andres nodded slightly.
"You need stable supply."
The merchant paused.
"…Show me."
Andres demonstrated—controlled, measured.
Multiplication, but restrained.
Enough to prove.
Not enough to expose.
The merchant's expression shifted.
"…What do you want?"
Andres answered simply.
"Entry."
A pause.
Then—
"…Fine."
Moments later, the guards allowed him through.
And just like that—
Andres stepped into Velmora.