Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

1.

a city of black city

The place, where rare products come and go anywhere on the continent, is the name of a black market run by the Grey Caravan Wandering Merchants Association.

Surprisingly, however, the location of the black poem is not fixed.

This is because the organizer, the Sangho, is shopping and selling goods all over the Prima continent on board the huge mobile city of "Tallos." Unfortunately, a short time later, the mobile city passes by near the Kingdom of Croatia.

When I first came up with this, I felt like I had found some money that I had forgotten in my pocket. I have to stop by Talos because I have to dispose of the treasure that I brought from the funeral home.

However, visiting the city did not mean that anyone could use the city.

It is called a black market because its existence was not even known to the public in the first place.

In order to enter, "membership" or "recommendation hall" written separately by VIP members are necessary, but the problem is that memberships are so difficult to issue.

In the book, it was written that invitations with the company's seal secretly fly only to those with such high status as to be recognized by the entire continent. It is clear that Evel, a twelve-year-old girl, has received an invitation from Black Poetry.

"How do you know the existence of black poetry, Aiden?"

"My teacher, who gave me Alsigma's vision, mentioned that there was a place like that."

"Hmm, is that so?"

When I mentioned the name of the al-Sigma Yupa, I nodded and convinced her.

Estriel.

I'm sorry for selling your name carelessly.

Certainly, a few days ago, an invitation arrived at me through the precursors. Can I hand this over to you?"

"I don't care about the transfer, but personally, I would like to be nominated as the deputy of my uncle."

In that way, only Evel's name remains in the History section of Heukshi. This means that if something goes wrong later on, he could put the blame on him.

"I don't know why you want to participate in black poetry, but it's good. That's a bargain."

He pulled out a black envelope of letters from the drawer and held it forward. Linia received it politely and passed it on to me.

"Tallos will arrive in the Baines in a week and stay for five days. You'd better get ready now if you don't want to be late."

"Thank you. Next time I see you, I expect you to achieve something special."

I gave him a tribute, but the answer didn't come back. Evel had already fallen into meditation with his eyes closed. I left the private room quietly because I didn't have to bother more.

2.

Five days later.

Kingdom of Croatia, the estate of Baron Bain.

Clicks, cirlics, cirlics--

A huge shadow crosses the desolate land. Eight machine legs of hundreds of joints were moving with a burning noise. Surprisingly, a whole city was placed on top of a moving mechanical bridge, which was the mobile city of Talos.

"It's like a spider."

"Personally, I remember the multi-legged walking weapon that used to appear in SF animations rather than spiders."

Linia had a hazy look on her face when I casually threw it.

"···에스에프? Multi-legged walker? What's that? You seem to use a lot of weird words these days."

"It's a jargon I saw in a book, so you don't have to pay much attention. I think it's going to stop, so let's get ready to board."

Fish, fish, fish cake!

As soon as I thought the bridge in the city stopped, I soon pumped a lot of steam out of all directions. After a while, fold your long legs and sit gently down to the ground.

the mobile town of Talos

Completed about 300 years ago, it has been wandering the Prima continent ever since its birth, and it stops by the ivory tower, the home of alchemists, every 10 years to receive unidentified power. It was a crystal of mado engineering created by a genius alchemist, Alerus, who drew up a plan and a blueprint, referring to it by the natives famous for craftsmen.

Talos' ownership is the "Alphanium Library," a force mainly led by alchemists, who have accumulated unrivaled wealth within the worldview.

The Talos, sitting on the ground, soon spread out dozens of stairs around him. Countless people waiting around flock to it.

"Get out of my way!"

"Ahh! Don't push!"

A city that moves with legs? It's a fun sight to see in your life. Inevitably, the place where Talos settled used to be crowded with such crowds.

Around the stairs, which quickly turned into a crucible of chaos. I shook my head with a limp at the sight reminiscent of the modern crowded subway. Linia also had a hard look on her face.

"It's really crowded, young master. When can I get in?”

I grinned and said to Linia's question.

"Hmm, Grand Duke Julian, I'd like to quickly enter Thalos. Is there any way?"

"Haha! Leave it to me, Confucius Iden."

It was a young man of some robust physique who answered my question. This is Julian, the heir of Baron Bain, who came to my birthday party.

Just in case, he is the same name as Julian Connelly, a continental girl who has learned the harmonic donation method.

Julian stepped forward in a confident manner, and took me and Linia somewhere. The place that arrived shortly afterwards was in front of a spiral staircase stretching down the center of Talos.

Unlike other stairs, it is very quiet.

The reason is because it is only for VIP.

The mobile city of Talos was able to stop here with the sponsorship of a baron who ruled the Vine Territory. This means that if you have connections with Baron's family, you don't have to mix with that scary crowd.

"Thank you, Grand Duke. When I get out of Tallos, I'll stop by the baron's mansion and say hello."

"Well, can't I come with you?"

"It's an extremely personal Yongmura."

"Still, ··"

I moderately soothed Julian, who was trying to stick to me, and sent him back. He wanted to strengthen friendship with me, so he seemed to be disappointed in many ways, but he was not allowed to accompany him on his way to Heukshi.

After sending Julian, he climbed a long circular staircase and went inside Talos.

The smell of gunpowder that made me feel as if I were entering the mall was stung my nose.

Kkang! Kkang!

When I look around, I can see muscular men about 130 centimeters tall, heating or beating their wings with hammers. Those who look similar to the commonly known Dwerf are the Toyn blacksmiths. In addition, there were a wide variety of earthenware craftsmen, including those who made armor, and those who trimmed ornaments and jewelry.

I led Linia through the metal-smelling streets quickly. And visited a shabby building in the corner of the city.

"Are you a guest? I'm closed today."

"I've found my way to the Dark Ages."

"Dark vision? What nonsense is that?"

Look at your calmness. Some people might think I don't know anything. I looked at the shopkeeper who was acting up and talked about the cryptogram.

"Even the great dragon is afraid of one thing: the tongue of the merchant and the tax rate of the empire.”

"·········흠. So?"

Seeing my master still retorting, I stuck out a black letter envelope. It was only after reading it closely that the man politely changed his attitude and asked.

"A letter of invitation to Lord Evel Stroke, Continental Age girl. It's an honor to be your deputy. Is the half-fairy lady next to you, your party or your goods?"

"A party."

"This is a rude question. I would appreciate it if you would kindly excuse me. Fairies are rare in the north, a human-centered society."

Linia, who belatedly understood the meaning of the questions and answers shared by me and the man, looked grim.

The man gave us a mask one by one, regardless of the reaction. It was a principle to hide one's identity and appearance thoroughly and to act anonymously.

"I'll show you around if you like."

"a store where objects or jewelry of archaeological value can be cashed. Tell me the location of all the slave dealers and informants there. Oh, you don't have to follow me, and a verbal guide is enough."

"Okay."

The man who told me all the information I asked for soon opened the secret door hidden in the wall.

"Welcome to Dark Time. I hope you have a good time."

Me and Linia took the stairs to the basement where the dark vision was unfolding.

3.

"All together, we'll have 140 Wiblé platinum coins. Thank you for using it, sir!"

Jjalang!

A male clerk with cat ears is handed a bag full of platinum flowers.

Having prepared a large amount of cash by selling all the treasures in the firecracker's grave, I thought for a while and opened my mouth.

"Let's look at the information first."

So muttered, and Linia asks.

"It's been bothering me since you asked the gatekeeper earlier, but it seems you're dealing with information, not things here?"

"Well, it is. It's literally a place where there's anything imagining."

The distinction between type and intangible, legal and illegal, people and things, ethics and morality, is not important here. If it's worth it, it's black time to treat even air as a product. In other words, it also means a place where you can get anything with money.

Thanks to such convenience, even the most powerful people in the continent tacitly tolerate and use the existence of black poetry in secret. In a sense, it's like a sanctuary.

First, I spent about seven platinum coins on a tour of information. This was a procedure to make sure that the history of the world was flowing just like the chronology in my head.

"Fortunately, big events seem to have happened just the way they are.”

"Of course. The foresight of the master, a descendant of Tiamia, can't be missed so easily?”

"Yes, yes. More than that, refrain from talking about personal matters here if possible. If anyone hears it, it's uncomfortable."

"Oh, I'll keep that in mind."

I trudged along to my next destination. It is the largest slave shop in the city of Heuksi, with a colorful sign that reads "Colors."

Now, this is the main topic.

"Thank you for visiting Colors, sir. Please tell me what kind of slave you want and I'll do my best."

"I don't know what it's for, but I want to know if there's a slave here with the characteristics I want."

"Hmm?"

The shopkeeper's expression turns into wonder at the strange request. However, he does not question the situation professionally.

"What's your specialty?"”

"The race is a mixed tiger and human race, but because it's a quarter, it's practically pure human beings, beige hair, early teens, and gender is male. And the most important feature is three hot spots on the left shoulder.”

"Hmm, ·· Can you wait a moment?"

The shopkeeper, who had consulted some of the clerks inside, came back to me soon and said,

"To our surprise, we have a product that fully meets the conditions you mentioned. Would you like to take a look?"

"Of course."

I gave myself a good cheer.

I knew he was in the dark at this hour, but he never won from the start.

You got lucky.

After a while.

"This is him. It's a tricky product, so it's dangerous to get close to the bars."

Inside the cage indicated by the shopkeeper, a boy of about 11 years of age was trapped. He's staring at this side with his eyes full of food.

It certainly looks exactly like the description in the novel.

I opened the boy's character sheet.

an end

c Furuba