Black Mine (3)

The black market was a free place, if you put it kindly. In reality, it was no different from a lawless zone where order didn't exist.

Literally, it was a place where you could lose your eyes and nose…… no, your very life, with your eyes wide open. That was what freedom meant in the black market.

Yet, astonishingly, there was a place in this market where you could relax without worry: the black market's inn.

“Surprisingly, even the slave hunters leave the inn alone.”

“Why is that?”

“The inn is directly run by Madame.”

At Zion's question, Hongryeon answered as if it were obvious. If they messed with the inn too, customers would stop coming.

And Madame wouldn't stand for that. The problem was that Zion couldn't enter the black market inn now.

At least in the black market, there wasn't an innkeeper gutsy enough to let in the person at the very top of Madame's blacklist after rejecting her invitation.

“That works out. I had no intention of staying anywhere run by Madame anyway.”...