"Looks like my luck has begun already." he muttered as he crawled to the bed and fished out the thing that was glinting, only to find himself staring at a small glass shard.
With a disappointed look on his face, he threw it into the trash bin and walked out of the room. Once he went down, he paid the people 20 Baroms for the cups and left the inn, heading straight towards the hunters' black market in Baroma Kingrom.
It was a very secretive place, and the location was only known to certain small cults and multiple well known hunters. The reason Keith knew of this location was the same old reason; due to the novel. He walked for a few minutes until he reached a small butcher's shop. Instead of walking inside, he silently walked around it through the alleyway as he took out his bloodied handkerchief to cover the lower half of his face. .
'Like I expected.' he thought as he saw a young teenager smoking a pipe while he sat on top of some crates.
