Into the Wilderness, Again

"You want in on the black market business?" Frederick rubbed his chin, not replying immediately for a while. 

Eventually, though, he shook his head while muttering, "It's not easy…" 

Frederick's brows were knitted, a groan of indecisiveness bubbling in his throat as though to urge Leonardo on something. 

"You misunderstood me, haha," Leonardo quickly leaned forward with a chuckle, pulling back his credentials into the storage ring before interlacing his fingers by joining his palms, saying, "I want you to open a black market branch in my territory. For now, I don't plan on opening Blackrain City to the general public; it can start off as a commercial hub— a social exchange between cultivators without any discrimination of race or background." 

Leonardo then painted the picture of a city with low quantities of population but high-quality cultivators, a resting area for the solo adventurers who roam the uncharted wilderness.