No questions asked about identity, background, or reasons.
No inspections, no returns. Once the goods left the premises, they were no longer recognized. Risks were borne by the buyer.
The market dispersed at dawn.
Justin quickly learned some of the ghost market's rules from Dorag, and the mysterious, eerie place gave him an involuntary flicker of nervous anticipation.
More and more boats converged through the underground dark river. By the time Justin came ashore, there were already more than a hundred people disembarking in the same batch.
What appeared before Justin was a small city hidden deep underground.
Large numbers of black-robed figures moved through it. Vendors had casually set up stalls along both sides of the road, while almost no conversation could be heard among the passersby.
It was as if everyone who came here was a gear soaked in lubricant. All the gears turned silently in orderly fashion, together maintaining the ghost market's bustling yet quiet, bizarre atmosphere.
Justin looked around in amazement. Along the way, he had already seen countless items banned by the Empire displayed on the street stalls.
There was even an armory openly selling Imperial military equipment!
"Th-this is an [Iron Dome] special light combat armor for planetary warfare? It can only be awarded to officers of at least lieutenant rank who have accumulated military merit in the army. They even have this here?"
Before the display case, Justin drew in a quiet breath.
"This is nothing. If they couldn't even get their hands on goods like this, there'd be no point opening this ghost market." Dorag sounded utterly casual.
Justin hesitated. "Th-this [Iron Dome] has bloodstains on it, and some minor damage too. Don't tell me it was really stripped off some officer?"
"Forgot the rules already?" Dorag said blandly.
Justin immediately fell