In the blink of an eye, night fell.
Holding a card in his hand, Angor returned to Moshi Street.
The front of the card was pure black, with a misty light circle in the center. Inside the circle, there was nothing but darkness, just like a "total solar eclipse". On the back of the card, there was a line of universal characters that read: "Esoteric Alchemy Guild".
What was even more interesting was that there was an invisible embossment on this row of characters. Touching the engraving gently, one would sense another language.
However, these words were not the Universal Language. Instead, they were an even stranger language. They even carried an obscure energy fluctuation.
Angor didn't know what the language was, but he still asked. After asking Sunders, he learned that the language was Abyss Language.
However, this language wasn't exclusive to Abyss Demons. It was used by intelligent creatures in the Abyss, such as some demons.
The engraving still read: "Esoteric Alchemy Guild".
Judging from this, Angor didn't care about people knowing that their guild was related to the Abyss Plane. They probably knew that they wouldn't care even if people found out that their guild was related to the Abyss Lord.
Although the Sorcerers were all afraid of the Demon Gods, the nature of worshipping the strong in their hearts made them revere and yearn for the Demon Gods. Therefore, they openly advertised and won over some Alchemy Warlocks who were blinded by power.
Moshi Street was even more lively at night than during the day.
For example, Angor did not notice a piano at the fork in the road when he came here today. Right now, there was an apprentice sorcerer wearing a white robe sitting in front of a piano, playing and singing at the same time.
The music was melodious, and the singing was beautiful. People couldn't help but stop to listen.
Angor noticed that whenever someone stopped to listen, the runes on the ground would glow and absorb a strand of energy from them. The energy would then be channeled into a mechanical alchemy device to provide energy to a blank magic crystal.
It seemed this was a "paid concert".
The energy wasn't much, but there were a lot of people.
Angor learned more about how low-level apprentices worked. Every one of them would do everything they could to earn money. Even if they had to beg for money, they would not hesitate to do so.
Angor was not interested in it. Many people agreed to the rune, but who knew if there were other hidden clauses in it?
For safety's sake, he even walked away quickly when he walked past the musician.
They traveled through the busy streets and stopped in front of an attic that was slightly out of the way.
According to the records on the card, this was the base of the Abstruse Alchemy Guild.
He didn't go in right away. Instead, he observed from afar.
The door of the attic was wide open, but there were several Mystic Eyes floating in front of the door. Whenever someone entered, they would either show their invitation card or be sent to the other side by the Mystic Eyes to identify the treasures.
There weren't many people coming in and out of this place, but there weren't few either. In just ten minutes, he saw about a hundred people entering the building. There were not only people from Abstruse Alchemy Guild but also apprentices who had nothing to do with alchemy. He even saw a familiar face — Viking.
It was the apprentice who had broken all four of his limbs but still managed to break out of the purification garden on his own.
As the rumors said, Viking's hands seemed to have been transplanted. However, Angor couldn't tell if it was a Duon since he was wearing a pair of gloves. Still, Viking's lower body was empty. He was being carried by a windmill-like vehicle.
A while later, when the meeting was getting closer, Angor slowly walked to the door.
"Sir, please show us your invitation card," the Rune Monitor spoke in its mechanical voice while blocking Angor's path.
Angor didn't show his card right away. Instead, he asked, "I heard there's a meeting today?"
"That's right. If you don't have an invitation card and still want to join the meeting, you can go to the Identification Room and ask for the items you want."
Angor nodded. Granny Fingernail was right. He could still enter without an invitation card, but he had to go through the "exchange" first.
He had valuable items on him, but he didn't plan to "exchange" them. He took out his invitation card, showed it to the Mystic Eye, and walked into the attic.
Not long after he entered the attic, he saw Lantis walking toward him.
"Welcome to the meeting, Mister Padt." Lantis held Angor's hand and bowed.
Angor was still wearing his hood, and he did not take it off. Since Lantis was able to recognize him without hesitation, he must have another way to do so. Or perhaps there was something else about the invitation card.
Lantis saw through Angor's hesitation and took out a rectangular screen from his pocket. "This is the communicator provided by Astute Alchemy Guild, and it's bound to your invitation card. You're the only one who used your invitation card today, Mister Padt. "
"And I've been waiting here for you, Mister Padt." Lantis chuckled.
"Am I really worth your time, Mister Lantis?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
"Of course it's worth it. The president of our Alchemist Union just went to Fairy Tale World. You're quite famous in Midworld, Mister Padt. " Lantis pointed at a corridor not far away. "The meeting is over there. This way, please."
"The president of Astute Alchemy Guild is also from Floating Mech City?" Angor asked.
Lantis only smiled. "If you're interested, Mister Padt, why don't you join our guild? With your talent, I'm sure the president will want to see you as soon as possible. "
Since Lantis didn't want to answer his question directly, Angor decided to beat around the bush.
"Mister Padt, I heard you just entered the wizarding world two years ago, and you're already a level-3 apprentice now. I see Mister Phantom is a great teacher … "Lantis kept trying to find out more information about Angor as they walked.
Lantis only talked about two important things: "Alchemy Legacy" and "Sunders".
Lantis didn't even try to hide his curiosity from Angor.
Angor's only response to such shameless people was to smile and keep quiet.
Ask whatever you want, and there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, Angor had someone to rely on. What was there to be afraid of?
Lantis didn't know what to do. He didn't get any useful information when Angor entered the meeting hall, so he could only look at Angor with a gloomy expression.
The meeting hall was spacious, and the floor was covered with the faint glow of Expansion Runes.
At the edge of the hall, there were rows of numbered cubicles. At the center of the hall was a large round table, which was already occupied by about a hundred people.
Most of them were dressed like Angor, with their faces covered.
Angor didn't attract too much attention when he walked in. He picked a random seat and sat down.
A while later, several more people entered the hall, and the round table was almost fully occupied. Lantis walked in from the other side of the hall. "I don't think anyone else is here. Shall we begin now?"
Lantis didn't mind the dull response. He continued, "Since no one is against it, let's begin. There are a lot of newcomers in this meeting, so why don't we, the inner members of the guild, start first? "
Still, no one answered. Lantis looked around and finally fixed his eyes on a short man with protruding ears.
"Little John, shall we start with you?"
John Jr., who had big ears, was surprised. He quickly stood up.
"I, I … What I want to know is about the knowledge of the Star Cold Dragon Bone in the reformist's pharmaceutics. Why do you need to use different processing methods when processing the White Mountain Potion and the Highlight Potion even though they both use the Juniper Triple Formula and the reaction materials are the same?" John Jr. stuttered a little at first, but he quickly regained his confidence when it came to his professional knowledge. His eyes shone brightly.
Next, John Jr. listed a list of things he could do. Apart from providing some potions, he could also make potions for others.
John Jr. told everyone the code of his transmitter.
Everyone in the meeting had a transmitter in front of them. However, it could only be used to contact other people.
If someone wanted to talk to John Jr., they would use the transmitter to contact John Jr.. Whether they talked in the cubicles behind them or somewhere else was up to them.
The Abstruse Alchemy Guild could guarantee their safety if they talked in the cubicles, but they couldn't be sure about other places.
He noticed that John Junior quickly picked up his transmitter to see if anyone wanted to talk to him.
After a long while, no one contacted him on the communicator in front of him. John Junior looked a little disappointed.
After John Jr. left, other people stood up and asked for knowledge or items they wanted. Then they could choose whether they wanted to "talk" or not. If more than one person wanted to talk, it would depend on the person who asked for it.
For example, an apprentice took out a bottle of Crimson Moon Potion and wanted to trade it for an amphibious vehicle. In the end, there were three people who wanted to exchange. In the end, the apprentice brought the people who were willing to exchange to the cubicle next door and returned with a full load.
However, there weren't many chances to talk to more people. There was only one chance for more than a dozen people to talk to more than one person.
Like John Jr., most of them came up empty-handed.
After all, most of these exchanges were purely for the exchange of knowledge, and there were very few barters. If they needed magic crystals, they could just go to an auction or Marketplace Street. They were in Floating Mech City. What couldn't they buy here? There was no need to specially come here to participate in the exchange.
In a situation where everyone cherished their own knowledge, there were not many people who were willing to exchange knowledge.
After the apprentice who got the Crimson Moon Potion, five people stood up in a row. None of them got anything. A cool-looking man in a black robe suddenly stood up.
He glanced at everyone coldly and suddenly changed his aura.
"A fair trade! I have a new batch of goods here. If you want, you can add my transmitter. It's not something you can find on the street. It's my personal transmitter! "
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