Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 564 Punk Talent Trading Market
Since even the wizards of the extreme sect have come to "appraise" it, it is basically impossible for him to find alien life in the pink hall.

Therefore, he didn't stay in the pink restaurant for too long, turned around and left.

After Angor went out, the cat-eared girl was still thinking about Angor's identity. Suddenly, she remembered that before entering the store, the other party had used a sound illusion at the door.Among the wizard apprentices, very few people know illusion, because there is no talent for illusion, it is not an easy task to learn illusion, everyone has not even learned all the tricks in this department, why cross departments?
Even if it is a cross-system, it is also crossing the elemental side, not the mysterious side that is extremely difficult.

Therefore, most of those who practice across the mystical side have already accumulated more or less background information in their own department, and such people are generally in their forties or fifties.But that person just now had a youthful voice, probably not even 30 years old.

It is definitely impossible for such a young person to practice across departments.In other words, his original department may be the mysterious illusion department.

And in today's Machinery City, the hottest apprentice of the illusion department...

A shadow flashed in the cat-eared girl's mind. Even though it had been several days since the matter of purifying the garden, the topic of it still remained unabated.Many gossip magazines even began to dig into the life experiences of some core apprentices, and even spent money to find those apprentices for interviews.Because of these exclusive interviews, there was a wave of enthusiasm.

During this period of time, many newly promoted youth idols began to brew up an upsurge.Although, they may not know the concept of "idol".

And the only one who didn't accept an interview, but the popularity still persists, and has reached the top of the topic list several times, is the cat-eared girl who thinks of that person.

——Disciple of Your Majesty Huanmo.

"Could it be him?" the cat-eared girl whispered to herself.

At the same time, Angel has come to a dark alley.

According to the information obtained, the "punk talent trading market" opened by Pierre is in this narrow and long alley.

At the entrance of the alley, there was a metal trash can that took up half of the road. The stench of blood was exuding inside, and rotten hands could be faintly seen in it.

If you want to enter the deep alley, you must pass this trash can.

Trash cans are not the focus of Angel's attention. What Angel thinks of is...Looking around, every shop is beautifully set up. Even though there are no neon lights flashing, the effects of magic lines and tricks are even worse than the earth's neon lights. Be gorgeous.Comparing the two, from the perspective of external conditions, Pierre's shop lost a bit.

No wonder he goes everywhere to solicit business, even at the Shenshen 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, exuding an unpleasant musty smell.

Angor walked most of the alley, but didn't see a single person.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of a pale corner, Angel shook his head and sighed: "I saw a lot of bones."

At this moment, in the dark alley, a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up.

Angel looked up, and with 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 also had the image of an owl.

The owl didn't reply, it just saluted Angel with its 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, and the owl flew up at some point, and finally landed beside a man at the end of the alley ahead.

"Is someone here?" The man was wearing sunglasses, lying on a deck chair and wearing shorts all over his body, looking like he was sunbathing on the beach.But in fact, the "sunlight" he enjoys all over his face is an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.

"Is it the raging wizards from the extreme sect?" The man sat up and looked at the owl.

Owl thought for a while and shook his head.

"Isn't it a raging wizard?" The man's voice was even more suspicious, "Could it be a guest?"

"Is this the punk talent trading market?" Angel also walked over at this time, his eyes swept over the man in sunglasses, and finally stopped at a small open door.

This small door does not have any signboard, but under the iron plate showing "Kirk Street House Number", there is a row of extremely small cursive words: punk talent trading market.

Looking at this row of tiny words that are almost hard to find, Angel couldn't help frowning: Is this too remote?Can such a place be called a 'market'?
The man in sunglasses looked Angel up and down, and after confirming that he was not a raging wizard, he hesitated for a long time and said, "Yes, this is the punk talent trading market...Who are you?"

Angel: "If nothing else, I'm your guest."

The man in the sunglasses was stunned for a moment, then took off his sunglasses, his rather handsome face showed an expression of "I can't believe it", it took a long time before he stood up abruptly, and shouted at the small door beside him: "Peter!" Yael, here comes the guest!"

His attitude left Angel speechless. Could it be that he is the first guest here today?Judging from the wet single row of footprints on the ground, perhaps this is true.

"You're our first guest this month. I'm a little excited. I'm really sorry." The man in the sunglasses stood up, nodded and said, "I made the guests laugh."

Angel: "..." It turns out that he overestimated the sales force of this store.

At this time, a big fat man with an excited face came out from the door with his belt belt untied.

"Guest?" When he walked in front of Angel, he had already packed up his expression and attire, 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 the talents here is good, so I came to have a look."

Since the other party said they used the name of the "talent" exchange market, Angel simply did as the Romans did, changing the word "slave" that had come to his lips into "talent".

Angel's words obviously pleased Pierre, and even the man in sunglasses beside him showed joy.

"That's right! My place is the largest talent trading market on Kirk Street. You can find any talent you want here!" Pierre looked proud, "You see what kind of talent the customer wants. How do you see him?"

Pierre said, pointing to the man in sunglasses who only wore pants.

At this time, the man in sunglasses also smiled and pointed at himself: "I am also an excellent talent. If the guests bring me home, I can cooperate with anything."

This chorus made Angel also stunned for a moment.

At first, he thought that the man in sunglasses was a shop clerk, and he greeted him so enthusiastically, but he didn't expect that he was also a "talent" in the shop?
Although he had seen slaves being let out in the Pink House, according to the cat-eared girl, most of them had been trained or committed themselves voluntarily.What about this person?Is it also an active commitment?
Angel looked at him curiously. He didn't feel any alien breath on him, but he found that this young man was actually a genius?
Moreover, has reached the pinnacle of the second level apprentice?
"Don't look at him as an exhibitionist, but he's actually pretty good. He also went to the purification garden last time, and he escaped unscathed." Pierre seemed to see that Angor really intended to buy "talents", and began to feel uneasy. Spare no effort to promote it.

"No, I don't want his type." Angel stopped Pierre's chatter.

In the disappointed expression of the man in sunglasses, Angel asked curiously: "He's pretty good, why did he sell his body?"

Pierre and the man in sunglasses looked at each other, and after a while, Pierre said, "Maybe it's his hobby?"

The man in sunglasses said unhappily: "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, and it took a while to realize Angel's meaning: "I do have a business of helping people place orders and find jobs, but it only accounts for a small part. Most of them are slave trade. What do customers want? Slaves? Superb maids smuggled from the Manro plane, little wild cats, high-cold fans, tsundere ghosts, gentle types, I have them all here!"

"Can I take a look first?"

"No problem, the guest please follow me."

Led by Pierre, Angel walked into the small gate.

Along a row of winding stairs, Angel finally came to the hall of the punk talent trading market. Unlike the mess outside, the inside is actually quite big.

At a glance, it is even bigger than the Red Pink Pavilion.Popularity, however, varies widely.

The circular hall is very warmly decorated, with a fireplace, a carpet, hot tea, warm light, and a faint scent of fragrant wood that is not offensive.

From the layout point of view, Angel prefers the style here.

A few people in the hall looked over curiously, wanting to see what the first "guest" of this month looked like, but Angel was covered in black robes, but he couldn't tell what was going on.

Angor looked around for a week, and while looking around, he also sensed whether he was not integrated into the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, no.

"Guest, what kind of slave do you want, you can talk about it. I can figure it out for you. Even if there is no guest who wants, we can reach a long-term relationship. What do you want, I will get it for you." Pierre He took Angel to a sofa filled with the warm light of the fireplace, and after the two sat down, Pierre hurriedly opened his mouth.

Angel has some understanding of life in other worlds.But if he really wants to say which ones can be bought and which ones can't, he really doesn't know.

As for the "excellent maid smuggled from the Manro plane" that Pierre said, he has no interest.

Not to mention that he is still young, just bringing a maid back to Blossoms Manor, he doesn't know how to face Sanders... Sanders himself cleans himself up, if the student is obsessed with women, he probably has no place for face put.

So Angel thought for a while, and ruled out the option of "female", at least he ruled out humanoid females.

Without knowing the life of another world, Angor finally decided to apply an alien race that he saw on Twilight Shooting last time: "Jingren, you have Jingren here."

(End of this chapter)