Chapter 27: The Black Market [2]

Chapter 27: The Black Market [2]



Amon looked at the now almost completely dark street, devoid of life except for a single old man, sitting at a corner of an average shop looking down at the ground without a care in the world.

Walking and arriving next to him, Amon didn't look at him.

Rather, he looked up and gazed at the sky, completely ignoring the old man's existence.

Both parties remained silent and kept their gazes focused on their work as if the other wasn't even present there.

For a whole hour, this silence continued as Amon kept gazing at the sky while the man kept gazing at the ground.

Finally, the man's eyes moved to the corner, eyeing him.

The man kept his gaze still for a few seconds as if evaluating him.

Amon however, remained completely engrossed in his own work, still ignoring the man.

Finally, the man spoke, his voice hoarse and raspy.

"Excuse me, do you know the time?"

Without moving an inch, Amon replied instantly.

"It's half past three."

The man's gaze narrowed.

"Are you from the rich part of town?"

"You could say that."

"Any cafes there?"

"Yeah, there's one with a blue door."

The man's gaze narrowed even further.

"Any special drinks you know there?"

"Yeah. They serve a mean latte. I'm mostly there."

"Get us a tea then." The man said.

"Fucking Brits..." Amon replied, saying the final piece of code.

His gaze finally relaxed and his head turned around rapidly, looking left and right continuously to see if anyone was there.

Finding no one around, he sneakily raised his arm up, nearing it towards the gloved hand of Amon.

And in the next moment, he handed him a black card before standing up.

The latter finally removed his gaze from the sky, and checked the black card handed to him.

After some moments, he turned to the man and nodded before starting to leave.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Amon spoke and the man nodded back.

However, just as he had walked a few steps, the man called back.

"You're gonna owe me for this."

Amon instantly felt a piercing pressure boring down on his body.

These guards were not ordinary guards but very strong retired mercenaries.

Fortunately, he quickly raised his black card for them to see and saved himself from the

pressure.

Taking the card from his hand, one of the men examined it for some moments before placing

it in a device.

DING!

The device let out a ringing sound with a green light, letting the guards know that it was

genuine.

Handing the card back to him, both men separated to make some distance for him to pass

through.

Opening the black rusted metal door, Amon saw a single narrow staircase, heading deep down

into the darkness.

Without looking back, he started to proceed down the stairs.

The darkness enveloped him whole, taking away his sense of sight but he continued

regardless.

After 2 minutes of walking down the stairs non-stop, Amon finally saw a bright light ahead,

finally returning his sense of sight to him.

Exiting the staircase, his eyes widened in shock.

What greeted his sight was a large, vicious space as far as the eye could see.

It was basically a small town.

All around him were stalls with sellers selling various items ranging from potions,

equipment, tomes, and much more.

Slave and prostitute traders sat at the corners, calling out differents prices for different kinds

of slaves.

Different buildings stood tall for different illegal purposes.

Behind his mask, he finally realized that he had now entered the cruel dark part of society.

The part that was hidden from the general public.

The part that almost made him puke with disgust at the cruelty of it all.

The Black Market.

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