The bar owner walked up to the counter and slid into a golden robe. Then he cocked his head to the side and hinted at us to follow him.
He strode forward at a breakneck pace. While walking, he said reproachfully, “If you had told me sooner, there would not have been a conflict. You really don’t know the rules.”
I didn’t say anything, but the mysterious man spoke for me. “My girlfriend is new to the capital city. She still has a lot to learn. Please forgive her.”
His voice was hoarse and low almost like rubbing two pieces of sandpaper together.
I swiveled around to face him. A robe with a straight collar wrapped his body tightly. I only saw his hair out of the hood and nothing else.
The bar owner kept mum after hearing the mysterious man’s words. After taking us around a few corners, he eventually led us to a dead end.
Then, as if by magic, he pressed something against the wall and tell us to go in.
I hesitated for a moment. The wall remained unchanged, and no door appeared in the air as I imagined. Where should we get in?
Without hesitating, the mysterious man went straight through the wall.
Although I was shocked for a few seconds, I hurried after him.
When I came in, I found that the wall was actually a mass of air and was just an illusion.
It reminded me of how Noreen would always use such magic whenever we met.
After passing through the air wall, a long and narrow alley materialized. Walls on both sides were brown gray and in mysterious markings and runes.
At this moment, the sky was dark. With their purple covers, the streetlights added a mystical air to the night.
All the doors I could see were closed, and there were no shops in sight. Only the stalls along the road were arranged neatly and extended into the distance, seemingly never-ending.
The passers-by were dressed in black cloaks, just like us.
Those who were here were either witches and wizards or people like us with a certain purpose.
At this time, a crystal ball on the high platform in the distance suddenly exploded. The crowd below cheered as silvery light spots densely scattered around.
I touched the light spot in front of me, and it immediately vanished into thin air.
“These spots of light contained in the crystal ball are ancient blessings. They are the common spells of witches and wizards and now also the marketing strategy of the black market. Those who came here and received the blessings normally find what they want in no time,” the mysterious man explained.
Sylvia’s POV
The mysterious man seemed to be very familiar with the black market, as he was able to tell me a great deal about it in a relatively short amount of time.
I kept quiet and paid close attention to what he was saying.
To my surprise, he then wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if we were close friends. “It’s your first time here. Are you shocked that such a place exists in the heart of the capital city? Come on. I’ll show you around.”
The mysterious man took the lead in walking forward. I didn’t follow him and just watched his back vigilantly.
This man was very suspicious. He didn’t seem to come to the black market for business. Instead, it felt as though he was waiting there in the bar for me on purpose.
The mysterious man took a few steps forward before realizing I wasn’t following him. So, he turned around and walked back to me.
I stepped back vigilantly, wanting to keep a distance.
The mysterious man had no choice but to stop in his tracks. “Stop walking back. Make sure you stay in this side the wall. If you go out, you won’t be able to enter again.”
I stopped as soon as I heard him. I raised my hand and pulled down my hood, trying to distance myself from him.
“The guide won’t take you here without the secret code, and a person can only enter here once a day,” he informed me in a low voice.
I raised my head slightly and lowered my voice like him. “What is the secret code?”
The mysterious man scoffed at my query. Instead of answering my question, he asked, “Why did you come here to the black market?”
I couldn’t help but clench my fists at his attitude. There was obviously something off about this guy. He was talking to me like I was his close friend, not a stranger he had just met.
He seemed to know me…
“Who are you? Why did you help me?” I asked him.
After staying silent for a while, he sighed and answered, “Forget it. I won’t hide it from you anymore.”
As he spoke, he took off his hood and revealed a familiar handsome face. It was Blair!
Dumbfounded, I widened my eyes, thinking I was mistaken. “Blair? Why are you here?!”
“I should ask you the same! Why did you come to the black market?” Blair grinned from ear to ear as he repeatedly asked me the same question.
I was stumped for an answer, so I had to change the topic. “What’s wrong with your voice? You sound strange and weird.”
“Hey! You are so rude,” he remarked irritably, I cracked a happy grin.
Blair clicked his tongue and pulled a vial of potion out of his pocket. “Drinking this can change one’s voice. Those who frequent the black market use this to hide their identity.”
Without hesitation, I pulled out the wooden cork and downed the potion. A strong taste of grass filled my mouth. About five or six seconds later, my voice transformed into that of an elderly woman.
Amused, Blair burst into laughter. His rough voice resembled that of a duck.
“Are you making fun of me, Sylvia? Your voice is as bad as mine,” Blair teased, rubbing his now stiff jaw as a result of laughing too much.
“Yours is worse than mine!”
I burst out laughing when I said that. I wanted to continue mocking him, but hearing my own voice made me laugh even more.
Blair looked at me with a smile. “Aren’t you afraid that there might be something else in the potion? Why did you drink it without a second thought?”
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