Section 565 Punk Talent Trading Market

Since even the wizards of the extreme sects have come to "identify", it is basically impossible for him to find alien life in the Red Powder House.

Therefore, he did not stay in the Red Powder House for long and turned around and left.

After Angel went out, the cat-eared girl was still thinking about Angel's identity. Suddenly, she remembered that the other party had used a sound illusion at the door before entering the store. Among the wizard apprentices, there are very few who can do illusions. Because they don't have the talent for illusions, it is not easy to learn illusions. Everyone hasn't even learned all the tricks of their own department. Why cross departments?

Even if they cross departments, they cross to the elemental side, not the extremely difficult mysterious side.

Therefore, most of those who cross to the mysterious side have accumulated almost the foundation of their own department. Such people are generally over 40 or 50 years old. But the man just now had a young voice and was estimated to be less than 30 years old.

Such a young person would definitely not go to cross-department practice. In other words, his original department may be the mysterious side illusion department.

And now in the Mechanical City, the most sought-after apprentice of the Illusion Department...

A shadow flashed through the cat-eared girl's mind. Even though the purification garden incident had happened several days ago, its topic was still hot. Many gossip magazines even began to dig into the life experiences of some core apprentices, and even spent money to interview those apprentices. Because of these exclusive interviews, a wave of enthusiasm was set off.

Many new young idols began to brew a wave of enthusiasm during this period. Although, they may not know the concept of "idol".

The only one who did not accept the interview, but the popularity remained unabated, and he topped the topic list several times, was the person that the cat-eared girl thought of.

The disciple of the Phantom Demon.

"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 he had heard, the "Punk Talent Trading Market" opened by Pierre was in this narrow and long alley.

At the entrance of the alley, there is a metal trash can that takes up half of the road. It emits a bloody stench, and you can faintly see a rotten human hand 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 of is... Looking around, every store is beautifully decorated. Even if there is no neon flashing, the effects of magic patterns and tricks are more gorgeous than the neon on Earth. In comparison, from this external condition, Pierre's store loses.

No wonder he goes everywhere to solicit business, even at the Deep Exchange Conference.

Angel turned and walked into the deep alley. The wet ground was not sure whether it was blood or sewage. The corners of the walls on both sides were covered with moss, emitting an uncomfortable musty smell.

Angel walked half of the alley and did not see a single person.

Inadvertently glancing at a pale corner, Angel shook his head and sighed: "I saw quite a few skeletons."

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

Angel looked up, and with the dim light, he saw an owl standing on the wall, looking at him with cold eyes.

"Alchemical pet?" Although Angel didn't see the owl's appearance clearly, he immediately remembered Flora's alchemical pet named Aisha, which was also an owl.

The owl didn't reply, but just saluted Angel with his eyes until he disappeared at the end of the alley.

Just when Angel thought he was about to reach the end, there was a fluttering sound above his head. The owl flew up at some point and finally landed beside a man at the end of the alley in front.

"Is someone coming?" The man was wearing sunglasses, lying on a lounge chair, wearing only shorts, and looked like he was enjoying a sunbath on the beach. But in fact, the "sunlight" he was enjoying was an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.

"Is it the group of violent wizards from the extreme sect?" The man turned over and sat up, looking at the owl.

The owl thought about it and shook his head.

"Not violent wizards?" 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 has no signboard, but under the iron plate showing "Kirk Street House Number", there is a row of very small cursive characters: Punk Talent Trading Market.

Looking at this row of words that are so small that they are almost difficult to find, Angel can't help but frown: This is too remote? Such a place can be called a "market"?

The man in sunglasses looked Angel up and down, and after confirming that he was not a rampaging wizard, he hesitated for a long time and said, "Yes, this is the Punk Talent Trading Market... Who are you?"

Angel: "If nothing unexpected happens, I am the guest you mentioned."

The man in sunglasses was stunned for a moment, took off his sunglasses, and his handsome face showed an expression of "incredulity". After a long time, he stood up suddenly and shouted to the small door beside him: "Pierre, a guest is coming!"

His attitude made Angel speechless. Could he be the first guest here today? Judging from the single row of wet footprints on the ground, it might be true.

"You are our first guest this month. I am a little excited. I am really sorry." The man in sunglasses stood up, nodded and bowed, saying, "I am sorry to make you laugh."

Angel: "..." It turned out that he had overestimated the sales power of this store.

At this time, a big fat man with an excited face walked out of the door, carrying his untied trousers.

"Guest?" When he walked up to Angel, he had already straightened up his expression and appearance, and his gentleman overalls were squeezed into a weird effect by his big belly.

"Hello, Mr. Pierre." Angel said calmly: "I heard that the quality of the talents here is good, so I came to take a look."

Since the other party said it was in the name of a "talent" exchange market, Angel simply followed the Romans and changed the word "slave" on his lips to "talent".

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

"That's right! This is the largest talent trading market on Kirk Street. Whatever talents you want, you can find them here!" Pierre looked proud, "Look at what kind of talents the guests want. What do you think of him?"

Pierre said, pointing to the man in sunglasses wearing only trousers.

At this time, the man in sunglasses also pointed at himself with a smile: "I am also an outstanding talent. If the guests take me home, I can cooperate with anything."

This chorus made Angel stunned for a moment.

At first, he thought the man in sunglasses was a store clerk. 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 out in the Pink House, according to the cat-eared girl, most of them had been trained or had voluntarily committed themselves. 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, he has reached the peak of level two apprenticeship?

"You may not think of him as an exhibitionist, but he is actually pretty good. He went to the Purification Garden last time and escaped unscathed." Pierre seemed to realize that Angel was really interested in buying "talent", and he began to hesitate. Leave some room for promotion.

"No, he's not what I want." Angel stopped Pierre's rambling.

In the disappointed expression of the man in sunglasses, Angel asked curiously: "He has good strength, why would he sell his body?"

Pierre and the man in sunglasses looked at each other. After a while, Pierre said, "Maybe it's 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 it with this strength."

Angel raised his eyebrows: "I thought this was also a slave trade, but it turns out it's really a talent recruitment market."

Pierre was stunned, and it took him a while to realize what Angel meant: "I do have a business here that helps people find jobs, but it only accounts for a small part. The vast majority is slave trading, what do the customers want? Slaves? The best maids smuggled from the Manluo plane, the little wild cats, the cool ones, the arrogant ones, the gentle ones, I have them all here!"

"Can I take a look first?"

"No problem, guest, please follow me."

Under the leadership of Pierre, Angel walked into the small door.

Along a row of stairs winding down, Angel finally arrived at the hall of the Punk Talent Trading Market. Unlike the mess outside, it was actually quite big inside.

At first glance, it looks bigger than the Hongfen Pavilion. However, the popularity is far different.

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

Judging from the layout, Angel prefers the style here.

Several people in the hall looked over curiously, wanting to see what the first "guest" of the month looked like, but Angel was covered in a black robe, so he couldn't tell.

Angel looked around, and while looking around, he was also sensing whether there was any aura that did not fit into the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, no.

"Guest, you can tell me what kind of slave you want. I can do some calculations for you. Even if there is nothing the guest wants, we can still have a long-term relationship. Whatever you want, I can help you get it." Pierre He led Angel to a sofa filled with the warm light of a fireplace. After the two sat down, Pierre spoke hurriedly.

Angel has some understanding of life in other worlds. But he really doesn’t know what can be bought and what can’t be bought.

As for the "top-notch maid smuggled from the Manluo plane" that Pierre said, he had no interest in it.

Not to mention that he is still young, just bringing a maid back to Fanhua Manor, he doesn't know how to face Sanders... Sanders himself is very clean, if the student indulges in women, he will probably lose face. put.

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

Without understanding the alien life, Angel finally decided to use an alien race he saw at the Twilight Shootout last time: "Crystal Man, do you have a Crystal Man here?"