Two black tokens immediately appeared above the small room's window.
"Please take the tokens. When you leave, crush them, and you'll be automatically teleported back here. Then leave on your own."
Dole felt somewhat impressed. These old-established Level Nine figures really had plenty of ideas—even such safety measures had been considered.
Making something like this himself would not have been difficult. What was difficult was thinking things through so thoroughly; he might not have managed that. If he had been the one in charge of the Black Market, he would have simply swept the area with his mental force. Anyone daring to court death would be blasted dead with a bolt of lightning. No one would dare act recklessly again.
He picked up the two tokens and left the doorway.
After examining the tokens closely, he immediately understood.
One was a miniature positioning array, and the other a small teleportation array. Its range was only a few kilometers—nothing particularly ingenious. The most remarkable thing was that it did not cost much to make. That was the real surprise.
Dole found it rather novel.
The world was vast; strange things abounded.
He stepped inside and discovered that many large tents had already been erected across the ice plains. The tents were all open-fronted, with signs hanging above them. Aside from being more upscale, the layout was exactly like the Black Market he had wandered through back in Demon County.
Aixi was equally curious. It was her first time visiting a Black Market, and everything felt fresh to her.
"So this is what a Black Market looks like—a traveling bazaar?"
As they walked, Dole said, "More or less. It's a market not protected by the law. Those who come here either truly need something or have the strength to do so. Ordinary