The Liquor-Selling Black Market Merchant

A hooded cloak.

It was practically standard attire for Black Market Merchants.

They were usually made from black or gray fabric.

But plain as they looked, they actually carried no fewer Enchantments than magic items.

Some even had properties that prevented prying eyes or appraisal, given the peculiar nature of the Black Market Merchant Profession.

That was also why Black Market Merchants were rarely attacked.

Any Black Market Merchant who had made a little money would get himself an outfit like this for protection.

After all, everyone was doing their best to stay alive.

Of course, as for where these enchanted clothes came from, that was left to everyone's imagination.

"A merchant? We don't have anything we want to buy or sell right now. Try somewhere else."

After glancing at the Black Market Merchant, the adventurers' leader frowned slightly.

"Hahaha, no need to be so wary. I'm just here to sell things."

Although the adventurers made their disdain obvious and didn't bother hiding it, the Black Market Merchant wasn't angry at all.

He was a businessman, after all. An amiable attitude was the key to making money.

So, chuckling to himself and ignoring everyone else's looks, the Black Market Merchant sat right down in their circle.

The adventurers didn't say much about his overly familiar behavior.

They simply shifted over a little to make room for him.

Yes.

Although they had told him to leave, if he actually sat down, that meant he had confidence in what he was offering.

There was no denying that most Black Market Merchants carried little of interest to adventurers like them, who lived on a knife's edge.

But there was still a small chance of running into a merchant with the real goods.

So when they saw the Black Market Merchant actually sit down,