“...This is different from what I expected,” Eugene muttered as he looked around at the bustling crowd.

Although it couldn’t compare to any of the previous tourist attractions he had visited, it was still quite crowded. Since it was already a tacitly approved black market, at this point, wouldn’t it be better to just develop it fully into a tourist attraction?

“The entry pass is two million sals,” someone said to them as they were caught looking around.

“What?” Eugene asked, still distracted.

“Two million sals,” the voice repeated.

The large figure blocking the entrance to the street was scowling at them fiercely. He didn’t back down even in the face of Gargith, who was bigger than him. If he didn’t have that level of guts and skills, he wouldn’t have been able to work as Bolero Street’s gatekeeper in the first place.

“It’s three million sals for two people,” the bouncer added.

Eugene opened his wallet. He counted out four cheques and handed them over to the bouncer. Soon, the gatekeeper wrapped a paper bracelet around Eugene and Gargith’s arms.

“The entrance fee alone is two million sals. That’s way too expensive,” Gargith complained.

“The two million per...