Despite its nice exterior compared to the outside, the smell was much worse in here, for me.
Outside in the underground market, the disgusting human scents could float up into the air and toward the surface, but here, they were all trapped inside like some sort of hotbox, made especially for me.
Tapping the ring that hid my horns on my index finger, I approached the countless showcase blocks, peering at the necklaces, bracelets, and wristbands through the surface.
I had considered taking out my new black headband artifact to have it appraised by an expert, gaining a better insight into its abilities.
Yet, even though my identity was hidden within here, I didn't want to risk anything.
If it were found out that some newcomer suddenly had a B-rank magical artifact, rumors would eventually spread, leaking into the world outside this black market.
As a stack of flash mana orbs flashed across my vision, I sighed, recalling the orb that dropped from Fenrir that I had left behind.
