The atmosphere in this black market is similar to a night market. Lots of traders selling their wares. Like entering a large and spacious hall. But everything is in order. The place is clean too. There is no trash or scattered items. In every corner, there was a burly man guarding security.
Among the crowd, Ran walked while looking at several stalls. Several times he stopped at a stall of strange goods. When he arrived at a stall selling sharp weapons, Ran stopped to look. There were lots of swords, knives, spears, and so on that were neatly displayed. The shop owner noticed Ran. And when he saw that there was a lump under Ran's brown robe on the right, the shop owner smiled.
"Looks like you're carrying a sword," said the skinny shop owner who was wearing a tight black outfit.
"It's a k
