The Black Marketplace Part II

“Yours? But you’re not wearing it right now? How could you say so confidently that it’s yours? You can buy it if you want. But if you’re not going to, then just get away and stop standing in front of my stall.”

Despite being yelled at, the stall owner didn’t seem very bothered. He just waved the owner of the necklace off like he was swatting at a fly.

Arias turned to look at the source of the noise with mild interest, but judging from how he could hear people snickering in amusement, it looked like incidents like this were not new to the Black Marketplace at all.

“That racketeer is doing it again.”

“Seriously though, what’s the point of complaining? Just give the man the money, hahaha.”