Angor was speechless. What's wrong with this guy? Angor thought he was going to be a cold person like Angor when he stood up. But why did he suddenly lose his cool? His style was completely different from the people before him.
Most of the apprentices who spoke at the beginning were exchanging knowledge. Even if they were exchanging items, they would use euphemisms to express that the items they wanted to exchange were hard to find in the outside world, and could only be found in a private exchange like this.
While flattering the organizer, they also complimented the people who were willing to trade with them.
But this guy was like a rat's poop. He instantly turned the grand meeting into a lowly street stall.
Once wasn't enough. He repeated it again, "Honest trade, the biggest talent market in Cork Street. Whatever talent you want, you can find them here! Here's the code of my personal transmitter … "
This time, Angor understood the main point. "Talent market?
Was it a recruitment center? Or was it similar to headhunting companies back on Earth?
While Angor was pondering, Lantis, who was standing at the head of the table, showed a dark expression. He strode to the man's back and yanked off his hood.
As the hood fell, the originally skinny person became four to five times bigger like a balloon, turning into a tall and fat man.
"It's you, Pierre!" Lantis glared at Angor angrily. "I didn't think you'd sneak in again! Get out! You hear me?! "
In the end, Lantis was almost hysterical. While cursing, he also reached out and pushed the fat man named Pierre.
The others didn't find it strange at all. Some of them even showed strange smiles.
"Pierre's disguise is pretty good this time. He managed to fool the Rune Eye right from the start."
"I didn't recognize him either. His acting skills have improved again."
Angor got a general idea of Pierre's background as he listened to their conversation. A strange merchant from Cork Street said that he had opened a "human resource trading market". In fact, everyone knew that the so-called "human resource trading" was just a euphemism for slave trading.
He didn't know what this guy did, but he was very obsessed with the Deep Exchange. Every time there was an exchange, he would try to sneak in and sell his slave shop.
Pierre tried to cause trouble many times, but the Esoteric Alchemy Guild only kicked him out without doing anything else. They all assumed that Pierre either knew someone from Esoteric Alchemy Guild, or he had a powerful background. As for which one it was, they all had different guesses. For example, someone was arguing right now.
Pierre was only a level-2 apprentice, while Lantis was already a top-level apprentice. Pierre couldn't fight back against Lantis at all. Or rather, he didn't even try to fight back. Instead, he was captured without a fight.
They watched as Lantis dragged Pierre out of the meeting hall.
Pierre, who was being dragged away, did not feel insulted at all. He yelled at the people inside, "You really do have new goods! If you don't need talents, I have maids! They're all top-quality maids smuggled from Manda Plane! Little wild cat, cold and aloof, tsundere, gentle type, there were all kinds of them! Honest trade! "
"Please remember my transmitter code."
Pierre's figure finally disappeared behind the curtain.
The other people around the table shook their heads.
A newcomer who came here for the first time seemed to be interested in the maids. "Don't waste your time. If you really want beautiful maids, go to the slave auction at Moshi Street. Pierre's shop has too many weird rules. Most of the slaves have to sign a contract saying that they can't be forced to clap with the maids. So, young man, keep your eyes open. "
After hearing this explanation, the newcomer was enlightened. What's the point of buying maids if they can't clap?
"Pierre set a lot of rules, but the slaves we bought from him are all of high quality. They are all elites among the commoners. Too bad we can't teach them wizardry methods, so they can't help us with supernatural tasks. "
"Many wizards go to Pierre's shop to buy from him. But most of them are interested in art."
"Art is the only thing that can help mortals shine."
Their conversation was heard by Angor. His eyes suddenly lit up under the hood.
A moment later, Lantis lifted the red curtain and returned to the room.
An awkward expression appeared on Lantis' face as he forced a smile onto his face. "Something happened, but it's not a big deal. Let's continue with our trade …"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present couldn't help but laugh. Before Lantis could react, John Junior, who had a pair of big ears, whispered, "Boss, we're talking about an exchange, not a trade."
Only then did Lantis realize that he had misspoken. His expression changed, and he laughed dryly, "Communication, it's communication. Let's continue the exchange … Is there anyone else who wants to continue the exchange? "
A bronze-skinned man in a tight vest stood up and said, "I'm here to trade for a small toy …"
Lantis had just said "exchange", and now someone had said "deal". His face was a bit dark, but he couldn't get angry. After all, he was the one who had let it slip and exposed everyone's tacit understanding.
He only felt wronged in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything.
They exchanged information one by one, and the exchange of knowledge was still the main topic. This was an alchemy meeting, after all. Many questions related to alchemy were related to alchemy, and Angor already knew the answers to them. However, he was not satisfied with the reward. Of course, he would not sell his knowledge for cheap.
At this time, a blushing, bashful Apprentice Alchemist stood up.
The exchange she proposed was still a request for knowledge. She wanted to ask about a certain key to the refinement of the energy stabilizer.
Energy stabilizers were almost non-existent in Brute Cavern. Even if someone wanted to sell them, they would be quickly bought by others. In Floating Mech City, however, many alchemists knew how to make them, and some even produced them in large quantities. However, none of the alchemists who knew how to make energy stabilizers were willing to share their knowledge because they were a necessity for every supernatural.
The market price was stable, but there were too many people who wanted them. No wizard or apprentice would say no to an Energy Stabilizer. Also, the cost and the final product's cost-performance ratio were dozens of times higher, which was quite impressive. In other words, as long as one knew how to make an Energy Stabilizer, he or she would have a stable and generous income.
Under such circumstances, many apprentice alchemists would try their best to learn how to make an Energy Stabilizer. However, they had no one to teach them, and they could only do the reverse engineering from the finished product, which was very difficult.
This apprentice bought several Energy Stabilizers and tried to do the reverse engineering. She finally reached the core area with great difficulty, but the inside was too complicated, and she was completely dumbfounded.
She knew there was no way an Energy Stabilizer could have such a complicated core. It must be an anti-theft measure set up by the maker.
She didn't want to be stuck at the last step, so she came to the meeting to ask for help.
However, she also knew that her hope was too slim. Energy Stabilizers were too popular in the market, and very few alchemists were willing to share their cores. Still, she came with a glimmer of hope.
When the shy apprentice alchemist asked the question, almost everyone in the room shook their heads. No one said anything, but everyone's attitude spoke for itself.
She sat down dejectedly and was filled with disappointment.
Then, she saw a string of messages flashing on her communicator.
[I can talk to you about Energy Stabilizers. See you at Nail's Alchemy Shop after the meeting. ]
Surprised, she looked up to see who sent her the message. However, not only did she fail to find the sender, but the other alchemists also guessed that she was dealing with someone else, and they all showed a jealous look.
What kind of idiot would reveal the key to making an Energy Stabilizer? Everyone was puzzled.
The "idiot" was none other than Angor.
He knew most of the alchemists who wanted to exchange their knowledge. However, he didn't accept the deal because the price was not good enough, not because he wanted to keep it to himself.
However, this apprentice's offer was quite interesting.
It was a demonic insect that she had accidentally obtained, the Dream Weaver Ant, which was rumored to be extinct.
It was a very strange ant. Angor had never heard of it before today. As its name suggested, the ant's only function was to weave dreams for others. Sweet dreams or nightmares.
Angor couldn't tell what kind of dream it would weave, but he could talk to it before sleeping.
It had two antennae, one black and the other white. If you touched the white one before sleeping, it would weave a sweet dream for you. If you touched the black one, it would weave nightmares for you.
It sounded useless, and it was. Both dreams and nightmares didn't contain any energy attacks. They simply weaved ordinary dreams for you.
However, the Dream Weaver Ant was said to have gone extinct thousands of years ago. It was quite a novelty in modern times.
It could be used as a collection item.
When Angor mentioned that the Dream Weaver Ant could be used to exchange information, many people wanted to do so. However, when she mentioned her problem, they all gave up because they didn't think it was worth it.
But Angor did not think it was a bad idea. One's honey was another's poison. He thought the ant was very interesting. It reminded him of a story that Jon had told him when he was young.
A Dream of Nanke.
The story was about a man who had a great dream, but it turned out to be a waste of joy. The final puzzle of the story was that the person who created this beautiful dream was drunk. He slept on an ant nest, and a group of Nanke ants weaved this dream for him.
It was very similar to the Dream Weaver Ant.
When Angor was young, he only thought of it as a story. When the real Nanke Ant appeared in front of him, Angor felt an indescribable feeling.
Because of this subtle feeling, Angor decided to talk to the old man.
The Energy Stabilizer wasn't a top-secret item, so he didn't mind giving it away. As for the Dream Weaver Ant, he would give it to Jon when he returned to the Old Earth, which would definitely surprise him.
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