While most illegal things within the Holy Continent turned out entirely legal within the Barbarian Continent, thus, voiding the need for a black market, some trades still faced more regulation than others.

　　Prime among them was organ trading. Though primarily affecting mortals and low-level cultivators, there were times when due to peculiar wounds, even high-level cultivators would find themselves unable to repair their organs through pills and meditation.

　　At that time, they would need carefully nurtured organs to replace those they lost. Therefore, Organ Trading was one of the most lucrative businesses, but at the same time, the most brutal. After all, unless faced with an abyme of desperation, no one would willingly surrender their organs.

　　For that reason, many feeble but state-protected individuals found themselves under the knives of those traders. The government would naturally not allow its authority to become undermined by one trade. And not only increased the taxes on organ trading but also forced the traders to compile the sources of their product and the ident.i.ties of their "donors."

　　Soon, many of the affluent but recalcitrant traders opted for underworld dealings, hence creating the Black Cloak Merchant trend.

　　When Astarte appeared in her s.p.a.cious black robe and cloak that made her features impossible to discern, those young masters immediately a.s.sumed her to belong to one of those groups and recoiled in fright.

　　Hearing this, Astarte was startled. How could underworld dealers possibly parade themselves in broad daylight? Wasn't that asking for the authorities to lower their axes on their neck? What did those good for nothing buffoons eat that their brains worked in such odd manners?

　　Of course, her stupor lasted only for the fraction of a second, and while the prince consort kissed her boot from below, she swept those buffoons with her hazel eyes.

　　"The Wandering Dream Inn is currently reserved. Get lost."

　　She declared before kicking the prince consort's side and sending him flying toward his peers with a resounding scream.

　　"AAAAAAH!"

　　*BAM*

　　Thinking that they were now dealing with notorious organ traders, the buffoons were more prudent. In the Barbarian Continent where the right of the biggest fist reigned supreme, the likes of them were not valued. However, they still possessed strong clans and decent cultivation which allowed them to hover around the prince consort.