Since even the wizards of the extremist sect have come to "identify", it is basically impossible for him to find otherworldly life in the Red Powder Pavilion.

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

After Angel went out, the cat-eared girl was still thinking about Angel's identity, and suddenly, she remembered that before she entered the store, the other party had used a sound illusion at the door. Among the wizard apprentices, there are very few who can do illusion, because there is no talent for illusion, it is not easy to learn illusion, everyone hasn't even learned the tricks of their own department, why cross departments?

Even if it's cross-system, it's on the elemental side, not on the mysterious side of extreme difficulty.

Therefore, most of the people who practice across the mystical side line are almost the same as the foundation of their own lineage, and this kind of person is generally forty or fifty years old. But the person just now, his voice was young and young, and he was estimated to be less than thirty years old.

It is definitely impossible for such a young person to go to cross-line cultivation. In other words, his own system may be the mystical side illusion department.

And in today's Machine City, the hottest illusion apprentice ......

A shadow flashed through the cat-eared girl's mind, and even though it had been several days since the cleansing of the garden, its topic had not diminished. Many gossip magazines have even begun to dig into the life experiences of some core apprentices, and even paid to interview those apprentices. Because of these exclusive interviews, it has set off a wave of craze.

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

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

- Disciple of Lord Illusion.

"Could it be him?" muttered the cat-eared girl.

At the same time, Angel had come to the mouth of a dark alley.

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

At the entrance of the alley, there is a tin garbage can that occupies half of the road, and the stench of blood is emitted inside, and rotting human hands can be faintly seen in it.

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

The trash can is not the focus of Ingres' attention, Ingres thinks of ...... Looking around, each shop is beautifully decorated, and even though there are no neon flashes, the magic patterns and tricks are more gorgeous than the neon of the earth. Compared with the two, from the perspective of these external conditions, Pierre's shop loses.

It's no wonder that he goes everywhere to solicit business, even in deep exchange meetings.

Angel turned and walked into the deep alley, the wet ground, I don't know if it was blood or sewage. The corners of the walls on both sides were covered with moss and gave off an unpleasantly musty smell.

Ingres walked most of the alley, and he didn't see a single person.

Inadvertently catching a corner of the white, Angel shook his head and sighed, "I've seen a lot of bones. ”

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

Ingres looked up, and by the glimmer of light he saw an owl standing on the wall, looking at him with cold eyes.

"Alchemy pet?" Although Ingres didn't see the owl's appearance clearly, he immediately remembered Flora's alchemy pet named Aisha, who was also the image of an owl.

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

Just as Ingres was about to reach the end, there was a fluttering sound overhead, and the owl flew up at some point, and finally landed next to a man in the alley ahead.

"Someone's coming?" The man was wearing sunglasses, lying on a chaise longue and wearing pants all over his body, looking like he was sunbathing on the beach. But in fact, the "daylight" he enjoys on his face is an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.

"Is it the extremist sect's wreaking havoc wizards?" the man rolled over and sat up, looking at the owl.

The owl thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Isn't it a wreaking wizard?" the man's voice was even more suspicious, "Is it a guest?"

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

There is no signboard at this small door, but under the tin plate that shows the "Kirk Street number", there is a row of tiny lettering: Cyberpunk Talent Market.

Looking at this row of words so tiny that it was almost impossible to find, Ingres couldn't help but frown: is this too remote?

The man in sunglasses looked Angel up and down, and after making sure that it was not a wreaking wizard, he hesitated for a long time and said, "Yes, this is the punk talent trading market...... Who are you?"

Ingres: "If nothing happens, I'm your guest." ”

The man in sunglasses was stunned for a moment, took off his sunglasses, and showed an expression of "disbelief" on his rather handsome face, and after a long time he stood up suddenly, pointed at the small door next to him and shouted: "Pierre, a guest is here!"

His demeanor made Ingres speechless, could he be the first guest here today? Judging from the wet single row of footprints on the ground, maybe this is really the case.

"You're our first guest of the month, and I'm a little excited, I'm really embarrassed. The man in sunglasses stood up, nodded and said, "Let the guests smile." ”

Angels: "......" It turned out that he also overestimated the sales power of this store.

At this time, a big fat man with an excited face, carrying a trouser belt that had not yet been tied, walked out of the door.

"Guest?" when he walked up to Angels, he had already collected his expression and dress, and the gentleman's bib was squeezed into a strange effect by his big belly.

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

Since the other party said that it was in the name of the "talent" exchange market, Angel simply followed the local customs, and changed the word "slave" that had come to his lips to "talent".

Angels' words clearly pleased Pierre, and even the man in sunglasses next to him was happy.

"That's right, that's right, I'm the biggest talent market on Kirk Street, you can find whatever talent you want!" Pierre looked proud, "What kind of talent does the guest want, how about you look at him?"

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

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

This singing and harmony made Angel stunned for a moment.

At first, he thought that this man in sunglasses was a clerk, and 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 had been trained or actively committed. And what about this person?

Angel looked at him curiously, he didn't feel any otherworldly aura on him, but he found that this young man was actually a gift?

Moreover, it has reached the peak of the second-level apprenticeship?

"Don't look at him as exhibitionist, but in fact, his strength is good, he also went to the purification garden last time, and he retreated. Pierre seemed to see that Ingres was really interested in buying "talent" and began to sell it without sparing.

"No, that's not what I want. Ingres stopped Pierre's rambling.

In the disappointed expression of the man in sunglasses, Angel asked curiously: "His strength is good, why do you want to sell your body?"

Pierre and the man in sunglasses looked at each other, and after a while, Pierre said, "Probably his love, right?"

The man in sunglasses said angrily: "I didn't sell my body, but I have no money, and I need to find a way to live." I don't have any other skills, so I can sell them with this 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 Ingres meant: "I do have a business here to help people find jobs, but it only accounts for a small part. The vast majority of them are still slaves, what slaves do the guests want? the best maids smuggled from the Manro plane, little wild cats, cold fans, tsunderese ghosts, gentle types, I have them all here!"

"Can I take a look first?"

"No problem, please come with me. ”

Led by Pier, Ingres walked through the small door.

Along a row of winding down the staircase, Ingres finally came to the hall of the Punk Talent Market, which was actually quite large inside, unlike the mess outside.

At first glance, it's a little bigger than the pink shop. However, the popularity is far from the same.

The circular hall is warmly furnished, with a fireplace, a carpet, hot tea, a warm light, and a faint smell of fragrant wood that is not disgusting.

Judging by the setting, Ingres prefers the style here.

A few people in the hall looked over curiously, wanting to see what the first "guest" of the month looked like, but Angels was covered in a black robe, but he couldn't see it.

Ingres looked around, and as he looked around, he was also sensing whether he was not in the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, no.

"Guest, what slave you want, you can say. I'll give you a plan, even if there is no guest wanting, we can reach a long-term relationship, what you want, I will help you get it. Pierre led Ingres to a couch filled with the warm light of the fireplace, and after the two sat down, Pierre hurriedly spoke.

Ingres has some understanding of otherworldly life. But if he really wants to say what can and can't be bought, he really doesn't know.

As for the "best maid smuggled from the Manro plane" in Pierre's mouth, he had no interest in it.

Not to mention that he was still young, just taking a maid back to Blossom Manor, he didn't know how to face Sanders...... Sanders himself is clean and self-conscious, and if the student indulges in women, it is estimated that he will have no place to put face.

So Ingres thought about it for a moment and ruled out the option of "female", at least the humanoid female he ruled out.

Without knowing about otherworldly life, in the end, Ingres decided to paraphrase an otherworldly race he saw last time at the twilight auction: "Crystall, you have Crystallizer here." ”