Two whole days passed by in boring inventory management and noisy customers.
Julien had basically turned into a permanent fixture inside Camp Five. He managed to secure a really nice wooden stall right near the main walking path, and he spent his time carefully learning the entire layout of the commercial sector.
He memorised guard patrol routes, shift changes, and exactly which alleys were complete blind spots.
He also accidentally made a few very annoying friends.
The neighbouring shop owners were completely obsessed with him.
They were mostly older guys who actually spent years studying real alchemy before the apocalypse happened, so they knew how hard the process was.
Every single time Julien put a new batch of clear, zero-residue potions on his front counter, these guys would literally crowd around his stall like a bunch of excited pigeons looking for breadcrumbs.
