The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 229: Back To The Black Market [3]



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As Amon stepped down the last steps of the staircase, he was greeted by the usual murky scent of the Black Market in a long while.

It had been an age since he last came here.

'Ah, right. The last time, I also used to meet Lily on the streets.'

The thought of Lily reminded him of her and his sister Katherine.

He had seen both of them at the funeral, Katherine with Lily in her arms.

An ethereal amount of relief had passed through his body like a soothing wave at that moment, as if a huge burden was taken off from his shoulders.

Seeing them both also reminded him of Amelia, but she was nowhere to be seen next to Katherine.

Not like Amon expected her to.

She, just like him, had lost someone close to her, much closer to her.

Amon could just imagine the amount of disbelief and pain that would have passed through her body at that moment.

To see the whole world blaming your father for the deaths of thousands without any concrete proof wasn't just painful, even if the hate wasn't directed at you.

Of course, Amon wouldn't blame Amelia for not believing in it and thinking of it as an attempt to frame Arthur, to destroy the structure of power and peace that he had over the whole empire.

Amon would have done the same if his father had been like this in the previous life.

It was just too unbelievable to imagine a comedic, carefree and caring person like Arthur to do this.

And even if he did, Amelia and neither Amon would blame Arthur. He wasn't a mindless killer. Every action of his had an appropriate amount of reason behind it.

And this was something that Amon wished to know dearly after that day.

Even though Amon couldn't blame him fully since he didn't know about the quest, there was still a connection to Arthur and that group.

That look on his hurt, that pain and that regret in the mere moment their eyes met before Arthur's authority opened.

It was enough to tell him that there was a deep story between him and that group or organization.

One that involved pain and regret and one that had never been shown in the novel.

Nevertheless, he could only hope that Amelia was fine. She was a close friend of his.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Maybe even closer currently than the main cast because of how much he saw her in the past month as compared to his other friends.

He was always training with Athena and Arthur, which would inevitably end up in both of them meeting and talking.

And he liked Amelia, her caring and teasing personality. The way she looked at him from a different point of view as compared to the main cast...

He liked her more than he cared to admit. She was a really close friend of his.

Speaking of the main cast though...

Though he hadn't seen them at the funeral, they were probably fine.

They were all in the hands of Michael, the protagonist of the novel and the person Amon trusted to be able to save them.

Not only that, but if you wanted a more logical proof, then Amon could attribute it to the fact that there was no major uproar or news in the public.

Considering how all of them were major and especially big figures in the society, even Michael now because of his powers and status, if one of them had died, the world would have definitely been turned upside down.

The fact that this didn't happen meant that they were fine.

However, he could only see to it later.

Since there was a holiday for the week and there were at least 3 days left behind, Amon planned to return today or tomorrow.

His disappearance would have obviously worried them. But it was necessary because of what was happening to him.

And even though there was no chance that he would be fine soon, Amon had to return back

soon.

He had already been away for 3 days now.

Pushing back his thoughts, Amon focused on his destination.

His cane tapped against the cold concrete floor of the underground market as his form traveled through the dense crowds with experienced ease and technique.

Amon's usual visits to the Black Market before had made him experienced to the atmosphere and the people here now.

It was shown not only through his form and walking but also other people's reactions as well.

Just a look at the cloaked mysterious gentleman and his poised and elegant way of walking told them enough to steer away from him.

It would be better to focus their efforts on something else.

Especially right now as the oppressive dark aura that oozed out of the man's form screamed danger at them.

Appreciating the silence from the people eyeing him, Amon ignored them as well and focused his attention on his path.

Due to his adaptability and exceptional memory reading, it took him no time to arrive before his chosen place.

Nathan's Blacksmithies.

The building still looked to be the same as before. The cracks in the walls, representing the long passage of time that it had withstood.

The rusted sign and a letter missing gave it a disorderly and untrustworthy look as well, potentially throwing out even the least interested passengers in the shop.

Additionally, the simple and house-like exterior and interior-which could be seen through the windows-made it seem more of an apartment or living building rather than a

blacksmithy.

Of course, Amon wasn't one to judge a shop from its exterior looks.

And he knew it was the same for the man outside, who didn't seem to care about any

customers anyways.

All he wanted was to hide from the public eye and live the rest of his life in peace and passion

for his work.

Unfortunately, the Black Market policies required him to at least advertise outside on what

his building and work was about.

Except for the high class professionals and executives of the market, you could not own a

living house for yourself.

They were already quite short on the area.

Because of this, Nathan just made his shop as uninteresting as possible, intentionally hoping

to steer customers off.

And fortunately, for him, it worked.

But the condition now...

It was a lot worse than the last time the man inside had seen it-which was probably years ago.

Regardless, it all worked to the blacksmith's favors anyways.

Concluding the thoughts in his head, Amon looked down and quietly entered the shop with a greeting tap of his cane against the wooden floor inside.