Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
The Dark Market

After receiving a reply from Giyatsa, Ekhtuya decided to trace the black market imprint of slavery in Nuchas. Bianco does not fully understand how Ekhtuya works. The woman sometimes goes away all day and only comes back at night. Bianco could have helped Ekhtuya to open the Manolette family's illegal business. But Bianco feels he still has to be careful with them.

In addition, Bianco also has his own reasons. To be honest, he was not someone who liked that sort of thing. Adventure or whatever form it takes is not at all interesting. He missed his job at the bar. After years of concocting drinks accompanied by the aroma of alcohol and the sweetness of fruits, it is difficult to forget. And that too gradually made Bianco tormented.

Finally, because Bianco was so impervious to boredom, the young man decided to interfere in Ekhtuya's affairs. The Manolette family's illegal business network has long been known to Bianco. It's not even a secret in Nuchas. It's just that not everyone knows of its darker inner network: the slave market.

“Bian, are you sure you want to do this?” ekhtuya asked as the two of them prepared to leave in the morning blind to a secret black market known only to a handful of wealthy people.

“I'm bored to death if I stay home,” chirps Bianco while pecking myself in front of the mirror.

He covered his face with a robe with a head covering. As much as possible he had to hide himself as almost half the townspeople knew Bianco, DelMonte's famous bartender. Although his role can not be separated from the predicate as a male entertainer Miss Young Beatris Manolette.

“Well, we can escape if you get caught. I'm just worried that if we lose track of that slavery path,” sighs Ekhtuya with a sigh.

“No need to worry. I've known the ins and outs of the family business down to its roots. That's one of the reasons why they wanted to eliminate me after being fired. I have been a confidant of Beatris for the past ten years,” Bianco assured Ekhtuya.

Ekhtuya took a deep breath and smiled wryly. “Good. Even so, you still have to be careful,” Ekhtuya warned.

Bianco nodded in understanding. The two of them set off wearing covered robes. Bianco takes Ekhtuya to the torero arena. However they did not enter through the main door, but rather turned back towards a dark alley that was somewhat hidden by the majestic building of the stadium.

Then the tares of the people in the small alley receded even more, there was hardly anyone. Bianco only caught a glimpse of the prowess of another black-colored robe that was walking about half a mile in front of them. Bianco also leads to the same goal as the figure.

Finally, after walking for about ten minutes, Bianco turned in a simple wooden house guarded by two burly men. Both stood tall bare-chested, showing off their fantastically sized muscles.

“What business came here?” snarled one of the men.

Bianco did not reply and only thrust out a green toska badge which he took out from behind his coat. On top of the badge was the surname Manolette which indicates that the owner of the badge was a person or messenger from the prominent family.

The two large-bodied men who had originally tried to block Bianco's path were instantly courteous. They let Bianco and Ekhtuya into the simple wooden house without asking much questions.

“How did you do it?” ekhtuya asked.

“Beatris once gave it to me while often undercover and came to this place,” Bianco replied as he was. In his heart he hoped that his former employer had forgotten about this badge so as not to trace his arrival to that place.

Ekhtuya did not speak anymore, therefore Bianco continued their journey into the black market. The wooden house was nothing special. The furniture inside is very simple and hardly suspicious. It was just that after Bianco headed for a door next to the kitchen room, everything changed. Behind the door was a steep ladder. The situation under the stairs was so dim that it could not be seen clearly.

Bianco guided Ekhtuya down the stairs until he reached the bottom of the minimally illuminated basement. A black curtain greeted them following the voices of people talking to each other.

“We have arrived,” whispered Bianco while breaking the curtain.