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Chapter 113 Dimensional Bag Gambling

After leaving the movie theater lobby, Mark walked along the brightly lit streets.

With the O'Connor family matter temporarily settled, the most pressing issue now is dealing with the dimensional bag in hand.

Mark walked slowly, glancing at the surrounding stalls.

The roadside stalls were haphazardly laid out, with cheap weapons, blackened herbs, bones, and skill books of dubious authenticity piled on tattered burlap...

Without exception, the stall owners were all wrapped in black robes, their eyes were cloudy and wary, and they would occasionally shout out a few words in a rough, hoarse voice.

After much deliberation, Mark decided to go to the larger store.

Although there's a high probability of encountering "big stores bullying customers," it's still better than meeting some dubious swindlers at a street stall.

Mark quickly found a shop called "Blackscale Workshop" in the heart of the Black City.

Unlike the dark and oppressive atmosphere of other parts of the black market, this shop was brightly lit from the outside.

It stands out starkly in the pitch-black environment, like a bright bait thrown out by an anglerfish in the deep sea, luring its prey to its doorstep.

Mark walked in, and there was a heavy wooden cart parked at the door, where several burly men with bare upper bodies and fierce faces were busy moving goods.

The cart was piled high with all sorts of leather armor and suits of armor, with obvious dark red bloodstains on the armor plates. There was even a piece of a mutilated arm stuck in the gap of one of the arm armors.

But the shop assistants were used to it, handling the goods roughly and chatting and joking around from time to time.

"Hey! New stock arrived again? Just dug out of a pile of corpses, huh!"

"Stop talking nonsense and lend a hand! If you delay the boss, you'll regret it!"

Mark glanced past the cart, went straight into the shop, looked around at the armor and equipment, and then fixed his gaze on the counter.

There sat a blond-haired boy with a flamboyant head of blond hair, slicked back and shiny, his face carrying a hint of arrogance and nonchalance.

In this black market where everyone wears masks, the fact that someone can go without a mask and openly reveal their true face is itself a symbol of power.

Miles glanced at Mark, who was wearing a white mask, as he walked in. He raised his eyelids, looked disdainful, leaned back in his chair, and asked casually.

"Hey! You wearing a mask, are you here to buy or sell?"

Mark walked slowly forward, stopped in front of the counter, and spoke in a calm tone.

"I neither buy nor sell."

Upon hearing this, Miles' smile vanished, his eyes widened in alarm, and he quietly slipped his right hand under the counter.

"Neither buying nor selling? Then you're just here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Mark remained calm, unfazed by the other party, and slowly began to speak.

"I just wanted to ask if you have any dimensional bags here."

"Dimensional Bag!"

Miles' eyes instantly crinkled with laughter, and he sat up straight, his gaze sweeping over Mark as he repeatedly rubbed his fingers together.

"Yes, it is! But you don't even look at what a precious gem this is."

"If you want to see it, you'll have to demonstrate your abilities first."

"Since you have dimensional bags."

Mark completely ignored him and instead slapped a dusty, drawstring-top bag onto the counter.

"Then you must have a way to break the magical restrictions above."

Miles caught sight of the dusty little bag, his eyes widened with a smile, and his tone became more familiar.

"Brother, you should have said so earlier! Oh, you're here to unlock the bag. Let me take a look and see what kind of quality it is."

As he spoke, Miles reached out to grab the dimensional bag, but Mark's hand remained firmly on the bag, and he said in an icy tone.

"Stay here and watch; you can't go anywhere else."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Miles' eyes. He clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, and kept a smiling expression on his face.

"You're right, it's better to be careful."

Then, Miles pulled out the dimensional bag from Mark's subordinate, examined it closely, his expression gradually turning greedy, and his tone turning cold.

"Brother, to be honest, where did you steal this thing? The restrictions on it clearly indicate that it's a high-end item that only a rich kid could afford."

Mark chuckled, a hint of mockery in his voice.

"So you guys do care about where things come from?"

Miles immediately put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look, patted his chest, and said in a pretentious manner.

"Of course! Our shop is a legitimate black market operation, completely legitimate!"

"As long as this stuff is of good quality, we're open to anything. But if it's stolen, then it's a different story..."

Miles had a sly look on his face, as if he had the upper hand.

But Mark interrupted him impatiently.

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't intend to sell this dimensional bag. I just want you to help me remove the magical restrictions on it. Name your price."

Miles' lips curled into a calculating smile. He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of seduction and pressure.

"Then I'll give you two choices: gamble or not gamble?"

Mark frowned, staring intently at the other person through the eye holes of the mask, and asked in confusion.

"What do you mean? What does my letting you break the seal have to do with whether or not we gamble?"

Miles chuckled softly, tapped the counter again with his fingers, and said, word by word.

"Gambling means we'll help you unlock the door, but everything inside belongs to us."

"If you don't want to gamble, it's simple. Just give us 500 gold coins and we'll open it for you. It's just a small fee for our help."

"500 gold coins!"

Mark's eyes widened instantly.

This price is equivalent to half the price of a complete ordinary dimensional bag!

What exactly is going on with this black market?

The movie website takes half of the payment, and here, lifting a restriction also takes half. Everything is half and half!

Despite his complaints, Mark knew in his heart that he had no choice at all.

Mark only had the 400 gold coins Clyde had given him, and even with the money bag he seized from the assassin, it was far from enough to pay for the unsealing.

As for the other option, Mark was somewhat unwilling to give up.

Zefer is a professional mage and also a nobleman from the city of Serge.

The safe alone yielded valuables worth 2 to 3 gold coins, so the valuables in this personal dimensional bag must be worth no less than 500 gold coins.

Mark was suddenly caught in a dilemma.

Miles immediately saw Mark's predicament, a smug smile spreading across his face. He tossed the dimensional bag in his hand onto the counter and said aggressively.

"Let me tell you, there's no other place in the entire black market that can break this kind of dimensional bag restriction."

"Once you leave my shop, don't even think about asking anyone else for help."

Miles's words were extremely arrogant and were a blatant threat.

Mark wore a mask, so his expression was obscured, and he remained silent.

Just as Miles was about to add more weight, a rough male voice came from inside the room.

"Miles! Come help us! We just acquired a Phase Spider carcass, and we need to call that old guy over too; only he knows how to handle spider silk!"

"I know! Why are you rushing me!"

Miles turned around impatiently and answered, then turned back to glare at Mark fiercely, pointing his finger at Mark's face as he spoke.

"I've memorized your dimensional bag. When I return, you'd better make a decision, or you can forget about taking it out on the black market!"

After saying that, Miles walked out of the counter without any precautions. The store was left unattended, and he didn't worry at all that anyone would dare to steal it.

Mark stood there, his face terribly grim, staring in the direction Miles had left. He could vaguely hear the clatter of metal shackles dragging on the ground, and a hoarse, dissatisfied voice complaining.

"Can't you wait a little while? I just finished making the mithril dimensional bag, and I haven't even put any magic enchantments on it yet!"

Immediately following was Miles's rude rebuke.

"Wait, you old bastard! Get your ass to the processing room right now! You're delaying my business, or I'll beat you up!"

Immediately following were the crisp sounds of beatings and cursing, and the old man's painful groans, the sounds gradually fading into the distance.

"A dimensional bag without any restrictions!!"

At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed in Mark's mind, and a bright smile appeared on his lips beneath the mask as he murmured to himself.

"Fine, fine, you forced me to do this. I originally just wanted to break the dimensional bag's restriction, but now I don't want to anymore."

Without further hesitation, Mark retrieved the gray dimensional bag from the counter, stuffed it into his cloak, turned and quickly left the shop, seamlessly blending into the crowd of people in the black market.