The goods sold here were numerous and miscellaneous, ranging from basic food and daily necessities to various weapons, along with mechanical parts of unknown function. However, the most traded items were various types of unprocessed oil; in an environment like Zaun, the absence of light was a major issue.
As long as you didn't violate the black market's rules here, no one would check on you regardless of what you were selling, even if those items were strictly prohibited for sale in Piltover.
The market was crowded, with only a very small minority of gang thugs wearing red armbands on their wrists.
They managed the entire market, patrolling back and forth. Although they hadn't drawn their weapons, the long blades and hand crossbows slung at their waists were enough to deter any petty criminals.
Following the directions, Durin, carrying the Darkin Harp on his back, arrived at an iron door covered in graffiti, with the door number 604 clearly displayed on it.
"This is it."
Durin knocked on the rusty iron door.
On the iron door were a few crooked characters: The Voice of Zaun.
Creak—!
The rusty hinges turned, and the iron door opened.
"Who are you?"
The girl spoke with a retroflex accent, wearing an oversized short-sleeved shirt that almost covered her thighs, revealing a pair of long, fair, and beautiful legs. Her short hair was dyed blue.
She was blowing a bubble with chewing gum, one hand in her pocket, the other reading a comic book.
She looked up and glanced at Durin: "Buying something?"
Durin was also sizing up the blue-haired girl; she had no Alchemy enhancements, was a normal person, and seemed mentally sound.
Only then did he take out a badge from his pocket; the back of the badge was engraved with the name Slaut, while the front bore the name The Voice of Zaun.
Durin answered honestly: "Getting a permit."
There were no boring secret passwords. Forging documents was indeed a violation of Piltover law, but it wasn't an unforgivable crime. Furthermore, this was the black market; otherwise, it wouldn't have moved here.
The blue-haired girl first glanced at the badge in Durin's hand, then nodded and stepped aside, letting Durin inside.
Durin walked into the room and saw that the interior decor was in a Zaun-punk style. The furnishings were rather old, and the walls were covered in colorful graffiti, deeply influenced by Zaun street culture.
There were new DVDs on the display counter, but more space was taken up by various discs, records, and cassette tapes, many of which were audiovisual products from earlier decades.
There were also radios and VCRs from Piltover, and even early radio stations...
"Wait, what is that you're carrying on your back? Open it and let me see. It wouldn't be some kind of bomb, would it?" the blue-haired girl asked suddenly, sounding alert.
"Of course not, it's just a harp." Durin lifted the black cloth slightly, revealing a corner of the harp.
"Oh? Mister, you like playing instruments? I couldn't tell." The blue-haired girl looked at the Darkin Harp on Durin's back with interest and asked excitedly, "The design is quite unique, it has a punk vibe. How much? I'll buy it."
Durin glanced at the uniquely designed harp on his back and immediately shook his head, refusing: "Not for sale. It's my private collection, for personal use."
"Fine."
The blue-haired girl blew a bubble and asked, sounding a bit disappointed, "What kind of permit do you need?"
Durin asked: "Can you make any kind of permit?"
The blue-haired girl said nonchalantly: "Yes! As long as it exists on the market, I can make any kind of document. Similar to a Piltover University degree or a Noxus veteran's ID, if you want it, I can handle it. The prices vary, depending mainly on the difficulty."
After hearing this, Durin nodded slightly, but a trace of worry naturally appeared on his face. He still had a question: could this person really handle these documents? Was he sure it wouldn't be discovered, or traced by someone with malicious intent?
Seeing Durin's expression, the blue-haired girl curled her lip, tossed the comic aside, and sat in her chair, crossing her legs. Her oversized short-sleeved shirt slid upward, and her fair, smooth skin emitted a charming luster under the light.
As a veteran who dealt with customers all year round, she knew the psychology of customers who came here for permits. While blowing a bubble, she said: "Rest assured, the documents processed here won't have your information leaked to anyone else. So far, I haven't received a single complaint from any customer. If you don't believe me, you can ask the person who referred you whether what I say is true or false."
Then, she took a thick notebook from the table and continued: "The prices, specifications, and production times are all in here."
Durin casually looked at the contents, and at just a glance, he felt it was way too expensive!
For example: forging a Piltover University degree required 30 gold cogwheels, while a Noxus veteran's ID required 5 gold cogwheels.
Flipping to the section for passes, it clearly stated: Permits to enter Piltover are charged by the day, one silver lun coin per day.
Previously, Durin wanted to go to Piltover to sign up as an auxiliary officer for the Piltover Guard, but now he was going to Piltover to certify his qualifications as a Mage Apprentice. Durin didn't know how long this certification process would take, so to be safe, he figured he would need to stay in Piltover for at least three days, which would cost three silver lun coins.
Durin couldn't help but sigh inwardly, geez, this is way too expensive!
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