The black market was one of the few places one could sell items discreetly and for a decent amount of price without being scared of revealing to much information as long as one posses enough strength.
Naturally, Tyrion wanted to sell the items he had gotten from the dimensional zone such as the blood demon arts he had farmed and the few repetitive relics that had dropped from the weaponized zombies.
The black market wasn't truly an unfamiliar territory for Tyrion. Infact, he had been there, quite a few times.
That was because, it was where he had purchased his third-hand combat shoes and trousers.
Death Gate academy was as large as a small city, hence it was inevitable that there would be a few black markets within the place.
Most east side of the academy, Tyrion stopped before a dilapidated building with a broken gate and a collapsed wall.
His ears flickered as he focused.
