When he arrived at the Eighth Alley, he could not believe that this was an "alley" because of the busy streets and wide streets.
Weren't alleys supposed to be narrow paths? Or did the people in the market have some kind of misunderstanding about "alleys"?
Angor walked into the spacious and lively eighth alley while complaining in his mind.
The alleyway was different from what he expected, but it still made it easier for him to find a house number in such a lively and well-defined street.
No. 816 was a shop selling live sandworms.
No. 817 was a shop with few customers. Angor could not tell what it was selling from the outside.
No. 819 was … Bliss Tavern. Angor knew that Bliss Taverns could be found all over the world. However, the ones here were all entangled sandworms, which gave him a strange feeling. Was this for people to entertain, or for the sandworms to entertain?
Angor shook his head and kept moving forward. No. 820 was a small shop selling sandworm skins.
He paused for a second and kept looking. 821, 822 … The order of each house was clear. However, he did not see No. 818.
He returned to No. 817 and No. 819. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to No. 817.
He could not tell what the shop was selling from the outside. Once inside, he saw all kinds of bottles and jars on the shelves. However, they did not contain potions. Instead, they contained sandworm powder and some sandworm carcasses preserved with preservatives.
"How may I help you, sir?" It was a middle-aged man with a mustache sitting behind the counter. He did not look like a waiter, but more like an elegant noble.
The man was only asking casually. However, when he saw Dankros lying obediently on Angor's shoulder and could not sense Angor's aura, his eyes brightened up.
He was a good judge of character. Someone who could tame an elemental creature without leaking his aura was more than 80% likely to be a wizard.
Anything that could catch the eye of an official Magus in their shop was definitely not cheap. In other words, this was a big fish!
Thinking of this, the mustached man immediately stood up and greeted them with a smile on his face. "We have Echino Sandworm powder that has been specially processed by alchemists. It is an excellent casting material for Earth Magic Tricks. Echino Sandworm is only an intermediate material. We have more advanced materials. As long as you're strong enough, you can cast spells with ease. "
The man paused and whispered in Angor's ear, "Also, we have a treasure here. It's worth enough to be auctioned in Mesopotamia."
The mustached man looked at Angor expectantly. If he heard that the treasure was hooked, he would earn a lot of money this time. Even if he did not buy the treasure, he could still buy other casting materials as long as they were spells.
However, after waiting for a long time, Angor asked a question that had nothing to do with what he was talking about.
"I'm not here to buy anything. I just want to know. Do you know where No. 818 is?"
The mustached middle-aged man instantly rolled his eyes in his heart … So it's actually possible! What a waste of his enthusiasm.
The man returned to his seat in a huff and lazily pointed to the side. "This is No. 817. No. 818 is over there."
"But No. 819 is next to it."
The man yawned. "That means he left for a while. His shop is a magic hut. You can take it with you whenever you want."
"Do you know where he went?"
"Who knows? I don't know him that well. The kid doesn't like to talk to strangers. When he opened his shop, I gave him a bottle of Sandworm Juice as a way to get to know him. But he just threw it up. Damn! "The man became more and more agitated as he spoke. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
Angor thought to himself. Sandworm Juice? What kind of dark cuisine is that?
"Leave if you're not going to buy anything. Don't talk about that bastard again. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."
Angor did not mind the man's attitude. "Excuse me."
He walked out of the shop.
After Angor left, the mustached man tapped the table with his knuckles and mumbled to himself, "He doesn't feel like any of the wizards I know … And he went to find Aesop's disciple. Maybe he has something to do with Aesop. Who could he be?"
Angor did not know that the shop owner was trying to figure out his identity. He had already arrived at the door of No. 819.
He could smell the strong fragrance of cosmetics just by standing in front of Elysium.
Unlike the empty door of No. 817, the door of No. 819 was filled with people. Those who went in were all eager, while those who came out were satisfied.
Angor did not step into the door of No. 819. Instead, he went to a waiter and asked him about No. 818.
The waiter was not interested at first. But after Angor tossed him half a magic crystal, the waiter became more attentive.
"No. 818? His shop is only open for a few days each month. When he's not open, no one knows where he goes."
After taking the money, the waiter told Angor everything. However, there was still nothing useful.
The shop was only open for a few days a month. He couldn't possibly wait here and see when he would open the shop again. If the shop was not open for a whole month, he would be wasting his time.
"Do you know anything else? Anything will do." Angor did not give up.
"I've told you most of what I know. There's nothing else …" The waiter suddenly paused.
"Did you think of something?" Angor quickly chased after Coco.
The waiter did not hide it. "I did think of something, but it's all daily stuff."
"It's fine. Tell me."
The waiter continued, "I've been working here, so I can see what's going on in No. 818."
What the waiter said was indeed a daily occurrence. He had seen it all with his own eyes. He felt that it was worthless because people came and went in every shop here. He had never entered No. 818, so there was nothing special about it.
The waiter did not notice it himself, but Angor managed to pick up something important from the waiter's words.
Wandering wizards often came in and out of No. 818!
Aesos was a wandering Sorcerer, and his disciples were naturally wandering Sorcerers as well.
Wandering wizards were also known as wasteland wizards or lone wizards. Their names did not sound like much, but they were wizards who did not belong to any wizard organization. Most of them did not have a specific level of inheritance, but they had more freedom compared to wizards in organizations.
There were quite a lot of wandering wizards. Many of them would disguise themselves as wandering wizards when they went out, which led to a large number of wandering wizards in the world.
Wandering wizards were not completely unorganized. As far as Angor knew, some of them formed groups. For example, the Rat Ant Underground Association, which could only target Angor because they did not dare to do anything to Sunders, was formed by wandering wizards.
Such groups were usually loose and did not restrict one's freedom, which was why many wandering wizards were willing to join them.
One of the biggest groups was called "Cross".
Angor did not know whether it was called "Cross" or not. Even some of the wandering wizards who joined them did not know either. They were called "Cross" because they all wore a black cross emblem on their robes.
Aesop, whom Angor saw in the Astral Pool Ruin, had the same emblem.
If Aesop was a member of "Cross", then his disciples must be related to the organization as well.
Cross must have a similar outpost or gathering place in the Wizard Bazaar. Maybe he could get information about Aesop's disciples if he could find them.
Wandering Sorcerers' strongholds were usually very secretive. The waiters in the Blissful Lounge might not know, but the people in the Blissful Lounge might not know.
With that in mind, Angor nodded to the waiter and strode into the building.
…
Angor went straight to the main topic without trying anything.
Blissful Lounge was a place for entertainment, but it was also a place where information was most widely circulated. Therefore, there were always people here who were in charge of buying and selling information.
Several minutes later, Angor arrived at a luxuriously decorated room.
A woman with a gentle and charming figure walked in leisurely. She was wearing a transparent gauze dress, which allowed Angor to vaguely see her curves. She was also wearing a corset and a short skirt decorated with all kinds of accessories.
Angor quickly realized that she was a level-3 apprentice who had been injected with some kind of siren blood. There was some water vapor on her body, as well as some mediocre spirit charm.
"Mediocre" was because Angor once experienced the charm of Panas' succubus in the Abyss Plane. Compared to Panas' succubus, this female apprentice's charm was like comparing a firefly to the sun.
"Stop it. I'm here to buy information," Angor said in a serious tone.
The female apprentice, who was about to sit down next to Angor, paused for a second and slowly walked to the opposite table.
This time, she did not use her charm on Angor. Without her charm, it made her look even more holy and pure.
"Unknown expert, what is your request?" A gentle voice floated out from the other party's mouth.
It was obvious that she knew Angor was a wizard. Angor didn't want to hide his strength anyway. He only concealed his aura so that he wouldn't cause trouble to other apprentices.
"I want to know about Number 818, and where is the owner of the shop?"
"Ten magic crystals. But I can only answer the first part of your question. We don't know about the second part either. "
The price was reasonable. Not cheap, but not too expensive either. It meant that Number 818 didn't have much to do, and Aesop's disciple was probably not a troublemaker.
Angor took out ten magic crystals and placed them in front of the woman using Hand of Spell.
The female apprentice put away the crystals and began to tell Angor about Number 818. The content was similar to what the waiter told him. There were just more details, and some of Number 818's functions.
Angor didn't know what Aesop's disciple sold in his shop. Now he knew that the shop sold single-use space capsules and space extension packages. Both of these items were not rare. Space capsules were single-use items, while space extension packages were used to add some space cantrips to increase the number of items inside. However, they were still heavy. Compared to real space storage, they were not very useful.
However, they were more than enough for ordinary apprentices.
The information provided by the female apprentice was not important. It only helped Angor to know more about Aesop's disciple. Other than that, there was nothing else.
However, Aesop's disciple was a normal wizard who didn't cause any trouble. Angor sighed in relief. He didn't want to deal with a troublemaker.
After that, Angor moved on to the second question.
"In the Sandworm Bazaar, where is the cross … that is, the wandering wizard's base?"
The female apprentice glanced at Angor. "I was going to use this chance to remind our guest, but I'm not going to let you off so easily. I didn't expect you to have already thought of it. "
"So, where's their base?"
"Fifty magic crystals."
Angor frowned. That was a bit expensive.
The female apprentice saw Angor's expression and explained, "Wandering wizards are always fighting with each other, and they don't care about rules. If they find out that the information came from us, our Blissful Parlor will have to bear the risk."
The other party's words sounded righteous and reasonable, but everyone in the wizarding world knew that the only person who dared to attack the Blissful House was the powerful figure who had returned after a thousand years of silence, as predicted on the Stargazing Day. There was no one else.
Even large-scale wizard organizations wouldn't do anything to Blissful Parlor. What could a bunch of wandering wizards do?
Angor didn't bother to argue. At least the woman gave him a reasonable reason.
The woman's smile grew wider after she gave Angor the 50 crystals.
"There are two bases of wandering wizards in the Sandworm Market. One is above, and the other is on Sandworm Street. They're both magic huts that can move around at any time. They don't have a fixed location. But it's not hard to find them. "
"As long as you have a token, you can use a simple divination spell called Guide to find them."
Angor frowned. "Token? Guide? "
"Don't worry. We have a token here." The female apprentice used a voice transmission spell and said something. Half a minute later, a man in a black robe came in, placed two items on the table, and left quietly.
The woman pointed at the table. "This one. A token, and a small item with a guide spell attached to it. "
Angor looked at the table. The token was a stone slab with the cross symbol of a wandering wizard engraved on it.
The item with the guide spell was a short black wooden wand. The Prophet used some method to attach the spell to it, and there was a limit to the number of times it could be used. As far as Angor was concerned, it was just a toy that couldn't even touch the threshold of alchemy.
"The token is 50 crystals. As for the wand, if you know how to use Guide, you don't have to buy it. But if you don't know how to use it, I'll give you 30 crystals, "the woman said with a smile.
Angor didn't know what to say. This woman was earning magic crystals so fast. She kept giving him one thing after another without giving him any time to breathe. Angor wanted to argue, but he couldn't find a good reason to do so. Angor even thought that their service was pretty good.
Blissful Parlor was indeed a powerful organization that spread across the entire Fey Continent.
Angor didn't know much about divination spells. He learned "Lucky Choice" from Bobota, or "Lucky Choice", but … he didn't learn it yet.
Seeing the female apprentice's smiling face, Angor knew that he would have to pay for it this time.
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