Super Dimensional Wizard

Since even the wizards from the extreme sect have come to "appraise" it, it is basically impossible for him to find otherworldly life in Hongfen Pavilion.

Therefore, he did not stay in the Hongfen Pavilion for long, turned around and left.

After Angel went out, the cat-eared girl was still thinking about Angel's identity. Suddenly, she remembered that he had used a sound illusion technique 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. You haven’t even learned all the tricks of your own department, so why cross departments?

Even if it's a cross-system, it's on the elemental side, not the mysterious side with extraordinary difficulty.

Therefore, most of those who practice across mystical side systems have already accumulated enough foundation in their own side. Such people are generally in their forties or fifties. But the man just now had a youthful voice, probably not even thirty years old.

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

And in today's Mechanical City, the most popular illusion apprentice...

A shadow flashed in the cat-eared girl's mind. Even though several days had passed since the purification of the garden, its topic remained unabated. Many gossip magazines have even begun to delve into the life experiences of some core apprentices, and even spend money to find those apprentices for interviews. Because of these exclusive interviews, it created a wave of craze.

Many new youth idols began to gain popularity during this time. Although, they may not know the concept of "idol".

The only one who has not been interviewed, but whose popularity remains unabated and has topped the topic list several times, is the person the cat-eared girl thinks of.

——Disciple of Your Excellency Huan Mo.

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

At the same time, Angel had arrived at the entrance of a dark alley.

According to the information I heard, the "Punk Talent Trading Market" opened by Pierre is located in this long, narrow alley.

There was a tin trash can that took up half of the road at the entrance of the alley. It exuded a bloody stench, and rotten human hands could be faintly seen inside.

If you want to enter the deep alley, you will definitely pass by 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 though there is no neon flashing, the effect of magic patterns and magic is better than the neon on the earth. Be gorgeous. Comparing the two, from the perspective of external conditions, Pierre's shop is a loser.

No wonder he goes everywhere to solicit business, even attending profound exchange meetings.

Angel turned and walked into the deep alley. The ground was wet. It was unclear whether it was blood or sewage. The corners on both sides were covered with moss and exuded an unpleasant musty smell.

Angel walked for most of the alley and didn't see anyone.

Inadvertently glancing at a pale corner, Angel shook his head and sighed: "I have seen a lot of skeletons."

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 did not reply, but saluted Angel with his eyes until he disappeared at the end of the alley.

Just when Angel estimated that he was about to reach the end, there was a flapping sound above his head, and the owl flew up at some point, and finally landed next to a man at the end of the alley in front of him.

"Is someone here?" The man was wearing sunglasses and lying on a lounge chair, wearing only underpants. He looked like he was sunbathing on the beach. But in fact, the "sunlight" he was enjoying all over his face was an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.

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

The owl thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Isn't it a raging wizard?" The man's voice was even more surprised, "Is he a guest?"

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

There is no signboard on this small door, but under the iron plate showing the "Kirk Street house number", there is a row of tiny cursive characters: Punk Talent Market.

Looking at this row of words that were so small that it was almost difficult to find them, Angel couldn't help but frowned: Is this too remote? Can such a place be called a ‘market’?

The man in sunglasses looked Angel up and down. 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 unexpected happens, I will be your guest."

The man in sunglasses was stunned for a moment, then took off his sunglasses, with an expression of "disbelief" on his rather handsome face. After a long time, he suddenly stood up, pointed at the small door next to him and shouted: "Leather Yael, we have a guest!”

His behavior left Angel speechless. Could it be that he was the first guest here today? Judging from the single row of wet footprints on the ground, this might actually be the case.

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

Angel: "..." It turns out that he 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's 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. How do you think he is?"

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, but 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 be displeased. 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? Slave? The best maid smuggled from the Manluo plane, the little wild cat, the cold type, the arrogant ghost, the gentle type, I have them all here!"

"Can I take a look first?"

"No problem, guest, please come with 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 is larger than the Hongfen Pavilion. However, the popularity is very 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, I can’t find it on Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com.

"Guest, you can tell me what kind of slave you want. I can calculate it 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 plane of Manluo" that Pierre said, he had no interest at all.

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 probably won't be able to 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 that he saw at the Twilight Shootout last time: "Crystal Man, do you have a Crystal Man here?"