Su Li yawned. He had only come today to try his luck and see if there were any independent dealers flipping high-grade mana ore.
An extremely faint stir arose at the black market entrance.
A figure draped in a voluminous dark green cloak walked in. The cloak completely concealed their build, even hiding their face in shadow.
Yet the moment this person appeared, Su Li noticed them.
Their gait was exceptionally light. Not a sound came from their toes touching the ground. Most conspicuously, they carried an incredibly fresh scent of plants. In a place as foul-smelling as the black market, that fragrance stood out more glaringly than a torch in the night.
Not to mention the tiny tip of a pointed ear that had carelessly peeked out from beneath the edge of the cloak.
An elf.
Leaning against a wooden crate, Su Li casually sized up this uninvited guest.
Someone from the Elven Merchant Association? What were they doing in the black market? The recent trade war had been fierce—did they even want to snatch up the meager profits of the black market?
The dark green cloak made half a circuit around the market, avoiding those filthy stalls with obvious distaste. Finally, the figure headed straight for Su Li.
The surrounding mercenaries and vendors tactfully moved aside.
The cloaked figure stopped before Su Li, her tall frame especially conspicuous in the dim underground canal.
"You're the blacksmith who sells top-grade enchanted weapons?" A clear voice drifted out from beneath the cloak. It was a female elf.
Her tone was arrogant.
"Queue up if you want to buy something." Su Li gave her no face. "No stock today."
The female elf remained where she was. The voluminous dark green cloak enveloped her completely.
"No stock?" she insisted. "Then you must