"Miss Seri, if the black market had the same rules as a regular market, it wouldn't be called a black market~"
Lawrence crossed his arms, "What goods can be sold, what bargains can be picked up, it's all up to the seller and buyer. If you can't spot the problem... then you can only be slaughtered."
"What kind of business is this!" Seraphina was furious, "How can such a market continue!"
Thinking about how she was foolishly about to spend a hundred thousand gold coins on a fake worth two hundred... Seraphina wished she could hang the guy on the city wall.
"The foundation of the black market is built on various ill-gotten goods and shady sellers,"
Ansel's gaze swept over the items being sold in the shops and stalls, explaining to Marlina, "Barbaric tribes decide everything by force, civilized societies constrain everyone with rules... but whether it's force or rules, they are all a form of order."