The Tritan Alliance was flourishing like never before, according to the statistics of the last few months.
Kraft Viton read through the notes of the last few months with a satisfied smile. In the last few months, Kraft Viton finally got some time off which he could invest into rest and his hobbies. He made some wooden sculptures in his free time or had done so in the past when he wasn't this busy dealing with the Tritan Alliance's dealings.
"Why did Michael put me in charge of the Cosmic Shop was really necessary?" He cursed softly but couldn't hide his satisfied smile.
Even if he was a little old for the job, Kraft Viton would gladly do it until he could no more. Kraft Viton would work on his territory and the Tritan Alliance's success until his death day if necessary. He did not have the faintest problem with that.
If anything, Kraft Viton was excited to watch the Tritan Alliance and his territory flourish.
