It took three minutes for the man to put the groceries in the checkout basket, and the line behind him had grown considerably longer.
"And that shall be 55 gold coins, please!"
The gentle-looking cashier said hurriedly, as she didn't want to make others wait any longer, as she noticed that they had grown very impatient.
At this time of hour, they couldn't open more checkout counters as her co-workers were on lunch break.
Slowly, the tanned man reached to his breast pocket, had his hand inside his pocket for ten seconds, and then pulled out a card.
He put it on the counter, and the girl looked at it.
"Raphael… Is that how you say it? Rap… Hael?"
"Räphael…"
He said slowly, stretching his words long.
"I thought I had seen him before. That's Räphael Vitesse-Royale of Godspeed Monarchy!"
An excited middle-aged woman said behind Kiernan, and the old man—the others also looked surprised.
