Chapter 564: Punk Talent Market

Chapter 564 Punk Talent Trading Market
Since even the sects of the extreme sects have come to "identify" and want to come, it is basically impossible for him to find a different life in the Red Powder Pavilion.
Therefore, he did not stay in the Red Powder Pavilion and turned away.
After Angel went out, the cat ear girl was still thinking about Angel's identity. Suddenly, she remembered that she had used a sound and fantasy technique at the door when she had not entered the store. Among the wizard apprentices, there are very few illusions. Because there is no illusion talent, it is not an easy task to learn illusion. Everyone has not even learned the tricks of this department. Why do you cross the department?
Even if it is a cross-system, it is also the side of the element, not the mysterious side of the difficulty.
Therefore, in general, the practice of trans-mysterious sidelines is mostly the accumulation of the own system, which is generally four or fifty years old. But the person just now, the voice is young and young, and it is estimated that even 30 years old will not arrive.
It is impossible for such a young person to go through cross-system practice. In other words, his department may be the mysterious side illusion system.
And in today's Machinery City, the most popular illusionist apprentice...
The cat's ear girl's mind flashed a shadow, even though it has been a few days since the purification of the garden, its topic heat has not weakened. Many gossip magazines even began to understand 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 rush.
Many new youth idols began to brew during this time. Although, they may not know the concept of "idol".
The only one who did not receive an interview, but the heat is still not retreating, but also several times on the top of the topic list, that is, the cat ear girl thinks of that person.
- The disciple of the Lord of the Magic.
"Is it going to be him?" The cat-haired girl whispered.
At the same time, Angel has arrived at a dark alley.
According to the information I heard, the "Punk Talent Trading Market" opened by Pier is in this narrow and long lane.
There is a metal trash can in the middle of the road that occupies half of the road. The inside is full of blood and stench, and it is faint to see the rotten man in it.
If you want to enter the deep lane, you will definitely pass this trash can.
The trash can is not the focus of Anger's attention. What Angel thinks is... Looking around, every store is beautiful, even if there is no neon flashing, but the effect of magic and tricks is better than the neon of the earth. To be gorgeous. In contrast, from this external condition, Pier's shop lost.
No wonder he will go around to solicit business, and even his squat exchange will have him.
Anger turned and walked into the deep alley, the wet ground, I do not know whether it is blood or sewage. The corners on both sides are covered with moss, giving off an uncomfortable musty smell.
Anger smashed most of the alley and did not see a person.
Inadvertently hit a corner, Anger shook his head and sighed: "I have seen a lot of bones."
Just then, in the dark alley, suddenly a pair of green eyes were lit up.
Anger looked up, and by the glimmer, he saw an owl standing on the wall and looking at him with a cold look.
"Alchemy magic pet?" Although Angel did not see the appearance of the owl, but his mind immediately remembered that Flora's alchemy, named Aisha, is also the image of an owl.
The owl didn't answer, just staring at Angel with his eyes until he disappeared at the end of the deep lane.
Just as Anger estimated that he was about to go to the end, there was a thump in his head. The owl didn't know when it flew up, and finally fell to the side of a man in front of the front lane.
"Someone is coming?" The man was wearing sunglasses, lying on a lounge chair, wearing a pair of pants around, looking like he was sunbathing on the beach. But in reality, the "daylight" he enjoyed with his face was an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.

Is it the sectarian sorcerer of the extreme sect?
The man turned to sit up and look at the owl.
The owl thought about shaking his head.
"Isn't it a sorcerer?" The man's voice was even more alarming. "Is it a guest?"

Here is the Punk talent trading market?
Anger also stepped forward, his eyes swept over the sunglasses man, and finally stopped at a small open door.
This small door does not have any signboards, but under the tinplate showing the "Kirk Street House", there is a row of tiny swashes: the Punk Talent Market.
Looking at the tiny lines of text that are almost impossible to find, Angel can't help but frown: Is this too remote? Can such a place be called a 'market'?
The sunglasses men looked up and down Anger, determined that they were not ravaging the wizard, hesitated for a long time: "Yes, here is the punk talent market... Who are you?"
Angel: "If there is no accident, I am a guest in your mouth."
The sunglasses man squatted and took off the sunglasses. The pretty face showed a "disbelief" expression. After a long time, he stood up and yelled at the small door next to him: "Leather Yell, come to the guest!"
His style makes Angel's face speechless. Shouldn't he be the first guest here today? From the single row of footprints on the ground, perhaps this is true.
"You are our first guest this month, some excitement, I am really embarrassed." The sunglasses man stood up and nodded and said: "Let the guests laugh."
Anger: "..." It turned out that he also overestimated the sales force of this store.
At this time, a big fat man with an excited face, taking advantage of the belt that had not been licked, came out from the door.
"Guest?" When he walked up to Angel, he had already packed his face and dressed up, and the gentleman's bib was squeezed into a weird effect by his big belly.
"Hello, Mr. Pier, hello." Angel said faintly: "I heard that the quality of your talents here is good, so come and see."
Since the other party said that it is using the "talent" exchange market as its name, Angel's is also in the country, and the word "slave" has been changed to "talent".
Angel's words clearly plucked Pier, and even the sunglasses man next to him, also showed joy.
"Yes, that's right! I am the biggest talent trading market in Kirk Street. What talents do you want, you can find them here!" Pierre looked proud. "What kind of talent do you want, you see How about watching him?"
Pierle said, pointing to the sunglasses man wearing only the pants.
At this time, the sunglasses man also smiled and pointed at himself: "I am also a good talent, the guests take me home, I can cooperate with anything."
This sings a sum, so that Angel also stunned.
At first, he thought that this sunglasses man was a shop assistant. He was so enthusiastic to greet him. He did not expect to be a "talent" in the store.
Although he has seen slaves being released from the wind in the Red Powder Pavilion, according to the cat ear girl, most of them are trained or actively committed. What about this person? Also active commitment?
Angel glanced at him curiously. He didn't feel any strangeness in him, but found that this young man is actually a talented person?
Moreover, has reached the peak of the second-level apprentice?
"Don't look at his exposure, but in fact his strength is good. He also went to the last purification garden, and he still retired." Pierre seems to see that Angel is really interested in buying "talent" and starting not. Let's spare the promotion.
"No, I don't want him to be like this." Angel stopped the temptation of Pier.
In the disappointed expression of the sunglasses man, Angel asked curiously: "His strength is good, why should he sell the body?"
Pier and the sunglasses men face each other, after a long while, Pier said: "Probably his hobby?"
The sunglasses man did not have a good air: "I did not sell the body, but I have no money, I need to find a way to live. I have no other technology, this power can be sold out."
Anger raised his eyebrows: "I thought that this is also a slave trade. It turned out to be a talent recruitment market."
Pierle groaned, and it took a while to reflect on the meaning of Anger: "I do have a business to help people to look for work, but only a small part. The vast majority are still slave trade, what the guests want Slave? The best maid from the Manro plane, the little wild cat, the high cold fan, the proud ghost, the gentle type, I have it here!"
"Can I have a look first?"
"No problem, please come with me."
Under the leadership of Pier, Angel entered the small door.
Along the row of winding stairs, Anger finally came to the lobby of the Punk talent market, which is quite different from the outside.
At first glance, it is bigger than the Red Powder Pavilion. However, the popularity is far from the same.
The circular hall is very warmly furnished, with fireplaces, carpets, hot tea and warm light, and a touch of unappealing fragrant wood.
From the point of view of layout, Angel prefers the style here.
There are a few people in the hall who are curious to see it. I want to see how the first "guest" looks like this month. But Anger is covered in a black robe, but he can't see it.
Angel looked around for a week, while looking around, he also sensed whether there was any disintegration into the wizarding world.
Unfortunately, no.
"Guest, what slave you want, you can talk about it. I can give you a calculation. Even if there is no customer, we can reach a long-term relationship. What do you want, I will help you." Pier With Anger coming to a sofa full of warmth in the fireplace, after the two sat down, Pier was busy with the opening.
Anger has some understanding of the life of the outside world. But I really don't know what to buy and what to buy.
As for the "the best maid who was smuggled by Manro" in the mouth of Pier, he had no interest.
Not to mention that he is still young, just bring a maid back to the flower garden, he does not know how to face Sanders... Sanders himself is self-sufficient, if the student is a woman, it is estimated that there is no place for him. put.
So Angel thought about it and ruled out the "female" option, at least the humanoid female he ruled out.
Without knowing the life of the outside world, in the end, Anger decided to apply the kind of alien race that he saw last time on the big twilight shot: "Crystal, you can have crystal people here."
(End of this chapter)