Holding a heart full of arrows, Angel walked out of the Stormwind Store.
Listening to Eliza's tone, she seemed to want to use the fake blood-colored royal power he refined to make some layout. However, Angel didn't want to worry about the follow-up of this matter at all. It wasn't that he was afraid of mixing it up, it was just... When he thought of the Scarlet King Power, he would think of his "superfluous" behavior, and then he couldn't help but want to find a hole in the ground. Jump in.
After this incident, he understood the truth.
In the future, no matter what the entrustment of others is, you must not be your own boss. You must communicate in detail before starting to act.
Half a month! He didn't have much time, so he wasted it like this... Although the magic patterns he found and the finished magic energy array have all been transformed into his own heritage, it is not an absolute waste, but Angel is a little restless. .
Ugh
With a sigh, Angel's figure disappeared at the end of the long street.
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Almost every mortal city has one or two so-called black streets. The black streets represent the hidden secrets between black and white, and are full of dark gray transactions. All evil cannot get justice here. Sanctions.
Even the Sky Machine City, which is controlled by wizards, has such a street.
Name: Kirk Street.
However, compared to the black streets of mortals, the "black streets" of wizards are actually more disciplined. Because, the more powerful you are, the more you know how to restrain yourself. When you are ignorant, you will go crazy for trivial things. When the eyes are clear and you know how vast the sky is, you will not care about the details under your feet. Therefore, the "black street" in the wizarding world is actually not as terrifying as imagined.
Of course, the "horror" referred to here is the great terror in the face of life and death, not the bizarre terror that the eyes see.
Because from the outside, Kirk Street is actually really scary.
Originally, there were many mortals living in Mechanic City, but here, almost no mortals could be seen.
Even Angel couldn't help frowning when he stepped into Kirk Street.
Gloomy streets, dark shops, pale-faced clerks, scarlet signs... Almost every shop perfectly interprets what a "haunted house" is.
Translucent dead souls floated past from time to time on the road. If you were lucky, you might even see weird corpses that were abandoned by the store and transformed into living bodies.
In addition, the purple-black bubbles produced by the banned drugs floating out of some illegal alchemy shops, if mortals are here, just smelling those bubbles full of poisonous gas, it is estimated that they will die unknowingly.
Therefore, this street is the most terrifying street in the hearts of mortals.
But for wizards, as long as you don't violate the unspoken rules of this black street, then this street is no different from other streets.
Kirk Street, according to the distribution and density of shops, has several large blocks.
Stepping through a dark and dark area full of dead souls. Angel walked into a forbidden area filled with poisonous mist again.
In the end, when Angel walked out of the blood-scented transformation and transplant area, he finally stopped, and in front of him was a seemingly peaceful and crowded neighborhood.
This prosperous neighborhood with no end in sight is actually a well-known slave market in the entire Southern Region.
However, the wizards who come here not only buy slaves, but also buy assistants.
For example, there are also many trading shops for familiars, golems, and demons here. It can be said that as long as it is a living creature, no matter what kind, you can almost find it here.
Even if the stock is temporarily out of stock, as long as you can give enough advance payment, there are bounty wizards on call.
After Angel came here, he looked left and right. Before taking a step, I saw a pink shop next to it opened its curtains, and a girl in veil with cat-shaped ears came out.
"Dignified guests, if you want to relieve the pressure, you can come to the pink shop to choose a pink and tender slave who understands you~" As she said, the cat-eared girl stretched out her jade arm full of Shulomon's breath, wanting to put it on the safe Garr's shoulders.
Angel quickly dodged, "No need."
Hearing Angel's sloppy but slightly green voice, the cat-eared girl seemed to understand something, dragging her chin and turning her eyes: "Our Hongfen Pavilion is a professional platform, and it also provides friendship between apprentices, pure and simple. Pure youthful love, thinking about it is not worth being young."
Angel still refused, and said lightly: "I'm here to find someone."
"Looking for someone? You can also find someone, and the information platform of the Pink House can also be opened to you, as long as there is this." The cat-eared girl rubbed her fingers lightly, expressing the meaning of "magic crystal".
Angel thought for a while, took out a small piece of magic crystal with low original magic content from his pocket, and threw it to the bunny-eared girl: "Do you know where Pierre's shop is?"
The cat-eared girl took the magic crystal, her expression softened immediately, and she pondered for a moment: "Pierre? You mean Pierre of the Punk Talent Market?"
Angel didn't know if it was because the Pierre he was looking for was actually a big fat man who suddenly changed his style at the profound exchange meeting to promote his own shop.
At that time, Pierre shouted out the personal code of his communicator before being taken away.
Although Angel remembered it, the communicator he used was the crystal ball communicator of the Savage Cave, which was much worse than the most advanced communicator in the mechanical city, and it did not have the function of adding someone else's personal code.
Therefore, he would ask others about Pierre's whereabouts.
Angel thought for a while and snapped his fingers. An illusion of a big fat man appeared beside him. After the cat-eared girl could see the fat man's face clearly, Angel canceled the illusion.
"I'm talking about Pierre, do you know where he is?"
"Sound illusion is almost instant. Your level of illusion is really eye-opening." The cat-eared girl's eyes flashed. Fatty, then go to the punk talent market, his shop is in front."
After pointing to the location of the punk talent trading market, the cat-eared girl hesitated for a moment, and then said: "If your Excellency wants to buy slaves, there is actually no need to go to Pierre, where he wants to buy slaves, there are a lot of rules. You can't sell a few items all year round, why don't you come to our pink shop?"
In the last time at the deep exchange meeting, Ingres heard someone say that Pierre had a lot of rules for selling slaves.
Angel came here this time, naturally to buy slaves.
But he didn't have any other idea of buying slaves. He just wanted to buy slaves in exchange for information on how to make otherworldly creatures live safely in the wizarding world.
This is what he came here for.
As for whether or not to go to Pierre's store, it doesn't really matter.
Angel thought for a while, then nodded, and followed the cat-eared girl into the Pink Pavilion.
Fu Yi opened the pink curtain, and a strong and pungent Shulomon breath came over. The breath of the cat-eared girl Angel was already a little disgusted, and the breath inside made him even more uncomfortable.
The taste of sulomon can make the brain continuously release the pleasure pheromone and enhance the happy mood.
If it is the faint aroma of Shulomon, Angel is not disgusted, it will make people refreshed, and there will be no negative feelings. But if it's too strong, it's a drug-like thing, and it's addictive.
Angel hates this feeling of being unable to control his emotions.
Therefore, as soon as he entered the door, he immediately surrounded a layer of mental barriers around him, preventing Shulomon's breath from entering.
Seeing this, the cat-eared girl was stunned, "What? Don't you like the smell of Shulomon?"
Angel ignored her inquiry and said bluntly, "Take me to see what you have here."
The cat-eared girl nodded, walked in front, and led Angel around the wide shop engraved with the extended magic pattern.
There are many customers in the store, but there are not many people who keep calm like Angel. Basically, most of them had red tides on their faces, strange expressions in their eyes, and obscene eyes surrounded the "goods" in the audience.
The "goods" here are pretty much all female... well, female.
Some are locked in iron cages, some are exiled, and there are also many with red fruit bodies.
"The ones in the cages are untrained, there are small wild cats or green ones. Guests can choose their own if they like. As for the ones placed outside, almost all of them are finished products, and their kung fu skills are perfect, and some are Actively committed to this." The cat-eared girl introduced.
Angel looked around the audience, and it seemed that he was looking at it with his eyes, but in fact, he was more aware of the breath.
"Apart from these, is there anything else?" Angel asked. He did not perceive the breath of another world in these goods. The goods here are all aborigines in the wizarding world, some of them are humans, and others Some of them are humanoids, and there are also many beast-eared girls such as cat-eared girls.
The cat-eared girl flashed surprise in her eyes, secretly speculating on Angel's thoughts: "If the guest has special requirements, you can ask them, and we will try our best to meet the needs of the guests."
Angel could feel that her eyes were very complicated, so she almost didn't say it bluntly: At a young age, I didn't expect to like to play hard
Angel was staring at him so much that he finally managed to endure it.
Just as he was about to ask if there were any slaves from another world, the curtains in front of the store were suddenly pulled open, and a team of sword-holders in tattered black robes broke in.
As soon as these uninvited guests entered the door, they exuded a strong magic power and swept all the goods in the store unscrupulously.
Many of the guests present were admiring the "good heart", but the "good heart" was looked up and down by the arrogant magic power. For them, it was an insult that green grasslands might grow above their heads, so most of the guests glared back.
But when they found out the identity of the visitor, they were all tired.
Even the cat-eared girl standing beside Angel's face changed, looking at the group of black-robed men with a pale face.
Angel also shrank his pupils, and whispered their identities in his mouth: "Wizard wizards."