The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 105

'I didn't have to hang around.'

He was planning to pretend to be looking around before leaving Dorian at the inn, but he didn't really need to do that since he knew about the black market already.

"Let's go, then."

"Huh? Does the young master even know about the passage?"

"Yes, I've heard about it."

Raon nodded and headed towards the meat market on the right side of the city.

Crossing through stalls that gave off the stench of blood, they entered the restaurant at the end of the market. Contrary to the outside, the greasy smell of freshly grilled meat was filling the space.

"Grilled pork. Fry the skin until it becomes crispy and pour the sauce to make the meat softer. As for the black beer, make them ice-cold and bring two glasses."

Raon ordered food that he wouldn't usually order from the clerk standing at the entrance.

"...Ah!"

She tilted her head, then clapped her head in realization.

"Please, come this way."

She smiled slightly and led them to the room further inside. There was a round table big enough to fit five people inside the room.

She carefully closed the door and pressed a part of the wall.

The table on the center was lifted, the floor shaking very slightly, and stairs leading down appeared.

"I was surprised to hear the password used in my grandmother's generation. Did you hear about it from someone that retired a long time ago?"

"Yes."

Raon nodded. It was one of the passwords he used in his previous life. Even though the black market was exposed to many people, there was no way they would've been using the same password for ten years.

However, there was a reason that he told her that password.

"About that grandmother..."

"She died ten years ago."

The clerk responded casually, probably because ten years had already passed.

"I see."

The grandmother was the black market's receptionist that used to give him something to eat whenever she met him, telling him that he had dead eyes.

He wanted to see what she would tell him after seeing his current appearance, but it was a shame he couldn't find out. He felt bitter in his mouth.

'Rest in peace.'

Raon closed his eyes and prayed for her repose.

"The black market's password changes every two years even if nothing special happens. You were lucky since I still remember the previous passwords, but it wouldn't have worked if it were anyone else."

The clerk listed a few previous passwords and smiled.

"I'm turning a blind eye because you're handsome."

"But I'm hiding my face."

Raon pointed at the hood covering his face.

"Handsome people give off this feeling, even if they try hiding it."

After that, she looked at Dorian. Her expression was filled with uncertainty.

"Anyway, the current password is the other stir-fried chicken without pepper and onion, and three glasses of well-aged Kitten wines."