Chapter 93: The Shipment
Chapter 93 - The Shipment
"Nice outfit!" As soon as Alberto walked in, he commented on Lance's clothing. "I like the style of this suit. You’ll have to introduce me to your tailor."
He stepped away from his desk and shook Lance’s hand warmly. "Tailors in the Federation simply don’t know how to make a decent piece of clothing!"
Many people in the Federation disliked wearing tight clothing, which led to increasingly loose designs, especially for men. The tailors here seemed to fall into two extremes—either they strictly imitated their ancestors’ styles, with clothes so tight they left no room to breathe, or they made boxy, shapeless garments with no sense of structure.
Alberto wasn’t a native of the Federation, and he didn’t care for either of these styles.
After a bit of small talk, Lance sat down on the sofa.
"Have you been following the alcohol market lately?" Alberto asked, offering Lance a cigar. "This is a handcrafted cigar from Sumuli Island—I had it specially made."
Lance took it, giving it a sniff. The aroma was rich, with a hint of sweetness.
Alberto pulled out his cigar accessories and began preparing one for Lance. His enthusiasm was evident.