Chapter 41: Black Market (1)
Overflowing food and lively crowds.
Delicious smells wafted in from every direction, and people laughed as they enjoyed street food in their hands.
To anyone passing by, this place looked like a completely ordinary street market.
And with the absurdly cheap price of handmade liquor, even I ended up buying a bottle myself.
But believe it or not... this was a black market.
That’s right. Not a night market—a black market.
The kind you see in fantasy stories or RPGs, where the protagonist sells off the rare loot they got from some suspicious opportunity, without drawing too much attention.
Of course, in most stories, they still end up getting caught anyway—but that’s only because everything they’re selling is so outrageously valuable it was bound to draw suspicion.
And sure, most black markets have flimsy security and loose rules...
But this place was different.
It was a black market—but one that operated with governmental permission.
Yeah. You heard that right.