Since even the wizards of the extremist sect have come to "appraisal", it is basically impossible for him to find otherworldly beings in the Pink Pavilion.
Therefore, he didn't stay in the pink hall, turned around and left.
After Angel went out, the cat-eared girl was still thinking about Angel's identity. Suddenly, she remembered that before entering the store, the other party used a sound and illusion technique at the door. Among the apprentices of wizards, very few can know illusions. Because there is no talent for illusions, it is not easy to learn illusions. Everyone has not even learned all the tricks of this department. Why do you want to cross departments
Even if it is a cross-system, it is also a step on the element side, not the mysterious side that is exceedingly difficult.
Therefore, most of the people who practice across the Mystery side have already accumulated more or less of their own background, and such people are generally over forty or fifty years old. But that person just now had a young and green voice, probably not even thirty years old.
It is definitely impossible for such a young person to practice cross-sect. In other words, his main department may be the mysterious side illusion department.
And in the current mechanical city, the hottest illusion apprentice...
A shadow flashed in the cat-eared girl's mind, and even though it had been several days since the garden purification, its topical enthusiasm had not diminished. Many gossip magazines even began to dig into the life experiences of some core apprentices, and even paid to interview those apprentices. Because of these exclusive interviews, it set off a wave of enthusiasm.
Many new young idols began to brew a boom during this time. Although, they may not know the concept of "idol".
And the only one who didn't accept the interview, but the popularity still persists, and has topped the topic list several times, is the cat-eared girl who thinks of that person.
Disciple of Lord Mirage.
"Could it be him?" the cat-eared girl whispered to herself.
At the same time, Angel had already arrived at the entrance of a dark alley.
According to the information that Pierre opened, the "Punk Talent Exchange Market" opened by Pierre was located in this narrow and deep alley.
At the entrance of the alley, there was a tin trash can that took up half of the way. The stench of blood emanated from the inside, and rotting hands could be faintly seen in it.
If you want to enter the deep alley, you must pass this trash can.
The trash can is not the focus of Angel's attention. What Angel thinks is... Looking around, every store is beautifully set up. Even if there is no neon flashing, the effect of magic patterns and tricks is better than the neon of the earth. splendid. Comparing the two, Pierre's shop is a loser in terms of external conditions.
No wonder he would go everywhere to solicit business, even in the deep exchange meeting.
Angel turned around and walked into the deep alley, the wet ground, I don't know if it was blood or sewage. The corners on both sides were covered with moss and had an unpleasant musty smell.
Angel walked most of the alley and saw no one.
Inadvertently glimpsed a pale corner, Angel shook his head and sighed: "I have seen a lot of bones."
At this moment, in the dark alley, a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up.
Angel looked up, and in the dim light, he saw an owl, standing on the wall, looking at him with cold eyes.
"Alchemy pet?" Although Angel didn't see the owl's appearance clearly, he immediately thought of Flora's alchemy pet named Aisha, which was also the image of an owl.
The owl didn't answer, just stared at Angel with his eyes until he disappeared at the end of the deep alley.
Just when Angel estimated that he was about to go to the end, there was a thumping sound above his head. The owl flew up at some point, and finally landed next to a man at the end of the alley in front of him.
"Someone is coming?" The man was wearing sunglasses, lying on a reclining chair, and wearing shorts all over his body, looking like he was sunbathing on the beach. But in fact, the "sunlight" he enjoyed all over his face was an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.
"Is it the raging wizards of the extremist sect?" The man rolled over and sat up, looking at the owl.
Owl thought about it and shook his head.
"Isn't it ravaging wizards?" The man's voice was even more surprised, "Could it be a guest?"
"This is the punk talent trading market?" Angel also walked over at this time, glanced at the man in sunglasses, and finally stopped at a small door that was opened.
There is no sign on this small door, but under the tin plate that shows "Kirk Street House Number", there is a row of tiny swashes: Punk Talent Market.
Looking at this row of text that was so tiny that it was almost difficult to find, Angel couldn't help frowning: Is this too remote? Can such a place be called a 'market'
The man in sunglasses looked at Angel up and down, and after confirming that he was not wreaking havoc on wizards, he hesitated for a long time and said, "Yes, this is the punk talent trading market... Who are you?"
Angel: "As long as there is no accident, I am the guest in your mouth."
The man in sunglasses was stunned for a moment, then took off his sunglasses, with a rather handsome face showing an expression of "unbelievable". Yell, here comes the guest!"
His demeanor made Angel look speechless. Could it be that he is the first guest here today? Judging from the single row of footprints on the wet ground, that might be the case.
"You are our first guest this month. I'm a little excited. I'm really sorry." The man in sunglasses stood up, nodded and said, "I made the guest laugh."
Angel: "..." It turned out that he also overestimated the sales power of this store.
At this time, a big fat man with an excited face walked out of the door with his unfastened trousers in his hand.
"Guest?" When he walked in front of Angel, he had already packed up his expression and dress, and the gentleman's overalls were squeezed into a weird effect by his big belly.
"Mr. Pierre, hello." Angel said lightly: "I heard that the quality of your talents here is good, so I came to see."
Since the other party said that the name of the "talent" exchange market was used, Angel simply followed the local customs and changed the word "slave" that had already come to his lips to "talent".
Angel's words clearly pleased Pierre, and even the man in sunglasses beside him looked happy.
"That's right! I'm the largest talent exchange market in Kirk Street. You can find any talent you want here!" Pierre looked proud, "Look what kind of talent the guests want. How is he?"
Pierre said, pointing to the man in sunglasses who was wearing only the bottom of his trousers.
At this time, the man in sunglasses also pointed at himself with a smile: "I'm also an excellent talent, and the guest will bring me home, and I can cooperate with everything."
This harmony made Angel also stunned for a moment.
At first, he thought the man in sunglasses was a clerk, but he greeted him so enthusiastically, but he didn't expect that he was also a "talent" in the store
Although he had seen slaves being let loose in the Pink Pavilion, according to the cat-eared girl, most of them were trained or committed. What about this person? Is it also an active commitment
Angel looked at him curiously. He didn't feel any otherworldly aura on him, but found that this young man was actually a genius
Moreover, has reached the peak of the second-level apprenticeship
"Don't look at him as an exhibitionist, but in fact his strength is good. He also went to the purification garden last time, and he got out of it." Pierre seemed to see that Ingres really wanted to buy "talents", and he began to hesitate. Save your energy to sell.
"No, I don't want his kind." Angel stopped Pierre's babbling.
In the disappointed expression of the man in sunglasses, Angel asked curiously, "His strength is good, why would he sell his body?"
Pierre and the man with sunglasses looked at each other, and after a while, Pierre said, "Probably his hobby?"
The man in sunglasses said angrily, "I didn't sell my body, I just ran out of money and needed to find a way to survive. I don't have any other skills, so I can sell my strength."
Angel raised his eyebrows: "I thought this was also a slave trade, but it turned out to be a talent recruitment market."
Pierre was stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize what Angel meant: "I do have a business here to help people find jobs, but it only accounts for a small part. Most of them are slave trade. What do customers want? Slaves? The best maids smuggled in from the Manluo plane, little wild cats, Gao Lengfan, arrogant ghosts, gentle ones, I have all here!"
"Can I take a look first?"
"No problem, please come with me."
Under the leadership of Pierre, Angel walked into the small door.
Along a row of winding stairs, Angel finally came to the hall of the punk talent trading market. Unlike the mess outside, it was actually quite big inside.
At first glance, it is bigger than the Red Pink Pavilion. However, the popularity is very different.
The ring-shaped hall is very warmly decorated, with fireplaces, carpets, hot tea and warm light, and a faint scent of fragrant wood that is not offensive.
In terms of layout, Angel prefers the style here.
A few people in the hall looked over curiously to see what the first "guest" of the month looked like, but Angel was covered in black robes, but he couldn't tell.
Angel looked around, and while looking around, he was also sensing whether there was an aura of not being integrated into the wizarding world.
Unfortunately, no.
"Guest, what kind of slave do you want, you can tell me. I'll give you a calculation. Even if there is no customer want, we can reach a long-term relationship. What do you want, I will help you get it." Pierre He took Angel to a sofa full of the warm light of the fireplace. After the two sat down, Pierre hurriedly spoke.
Angel has some understanding of life in another world. But he really didn't know what to buy and what not to buy.
As for what Pierre said "the best maid smuggled from the Manro plane", he has no interest.
Not to mention that he is still young, he doesn't even know how to face Sanders just by taking a maid back to Blossom Manor... Sanders keeps himself clean. If students are addicted to women's lust, he probably has no place to save face. .
So Angel thought for a while and ruled out the option of "female", at least humanoid females.
Without knowing about life in other worlds, in the end, Angel decided to apply an alien race that he saw on the Twilight Big Shot last time: "Crystal man, you can have crystal man here."