Angor walked out of Tempest Shop with a heart full of tiny arrows in his hand.
Listening to Eliza's tone, she seemed to want to use the fake Scarlet Crown he refined to make some arrangements. However, he didn't want to get involved at all. It wasn't that he didn't want to get involved. It was just that whenever he thought of the Crimson Crown, he would be reminded of his "unnecessary" action. He just wanted to find a hole and jump into it.
After this incident, he understood a principle.
From now on, no matter what the request was, he couldn't make a decision on his own. He had to communicate with them in detail before doing anything.
Half a month! He didn't have much time left, and he wasted it just like that. The runes and magic arrays he found were all part of his knowledge, so it wasn't a complete waste. But he still felt a little uneasy.
Ugh …
Angor sighed and disappeared at the end of the street.
…
Almost every mortal city had one or two so-called Black Streets. The Black Streets represented the unspeakable secrets between the black and white, and were filled with shady gray transactions. All evils would not be sanctioned by justice in the Black Streets.
Even Floating Mech City, which was controlled by wizards, had such a street.
It was called Kirk Street.
However, compared to mortals' black streets, wizards' "black streets" were much more disciplined. The stronger one was, the better one knew how to restrain oneself. When one was in a daze, one would go crazy over trivial matters. When one's sight was clear, and one knew how vast the sky was, one wouldn't care about trivial matters under one's feet. Therefore, the "black streets" in the wizarding world were not as scary as one might think.
Of course, "scary" here meant when one was faced with a life-or-death situation. It wasn't something that one could see with one's eyes.
Because from the outside, Kirk Street was really scary.
There were many mortals living in Floating Mech City. But here, not a single one could be seen.
Even Angor couldn't help but frown when he stepped into Kirk Street.
The gloomy streets, the pitch-black shops, the pale-faced shop assistants, the scarlet signs … Almost every shop was a perfect example of what a "haunted house" was.
Along the way, translucent dead souls floated by from time to time. If one was lucky enough, they might even see the strange dead bodies that the shop owner had abandoned outside.
In addition, there were some purplish black bubbles that were produced by forbidden drugs floating out of some illegal alchemy shops. If a mortal were here, they would probably die unknowingly just by smelling those bubbles filled with poisonous gas.
Therefore, this street was the most terrifying street in the hearts of mortals.
However, for an adept, this street was no different from any other street as long as you didn't break the unspoken rules.
According to the distribution and density of the shops, Kirk Street was divided into several large blocks.
They walked through a dark district filled with dead souls. Next, he entered a forbidden area filled with poisonous mist.
In the end, he walked out of the reeking of blood and stopped in front of a peaceful and crowded street — the Snake District.
This bustling street that stretched as far as the eye could see was actually the famous slave market in the entire Southern Region.
However, the Magi who came here were not only here to buy slaves, but also assistants.
For example, there were many shops that sold pets, puppets, and servants. In other words, you could find almost any living creature here, regardless of their species.
Even if there was a temporary shortage of goods, as long as you could pay enough in advance, bounty hunters would always be on standby.
Angor looked around the place. Before he could take a step forward, he saw the curtain of a shop filled with the smell of pink being lifted, and a woman wearing a light veil walked out. She had a pair of heavy cat-like ears on her head.
"Honorable customer, if you want to relieve some stress, you can come to Pink Shop and find a pretty slave who understands you." The woman reached out her slender arm that was filled with the scent of pheromones and tried to put it on Angor's shoulder.
Angor quickly dodged. "No need."
The cat-eared lady seemed to have realized something when she heard Angor's childish voice. She rested her chin on her hand and rolled her eyes. "Our Rosy Pavilion is a professional platform. We also provide friendships between apprentices. Pure, innocent love. It's not a waste to be young."
Angor refused again. "I'm here to find someone."
"Find someone? Sure. Pink Shop's information platform can also be opened to you. You just need to have this. "The woman rubbed her fingers together to indicate" magic crystal ".
Angor considered for a moment and took out a small piece of magic crystal that didn't contain much primal mana. He tossed it to the woman. "Do you know where Pierre's shop is?"
The cat-eared girl took the magic crystal and her face softened. She thought for a moment and said, "Pierre? You mean Pierre from Punk's Talent Market? "
He wasn't sure if that was the case. Pierre was actually a fat man who suddenly changed his style during the meeting and became the one who promoted his shop.
Before Pierre was taken away, he yelled out the private code of his communicator.
Angor remembered that Pierre was using a crystal ball communicator from Brute Cavern, which was far inferior to the most advanced communicators in Floating Mech City. It also didn't have the ability to add someone's private code name.
This was why Angor asked about Pierre's whereabouts.
Angor considered for a moment and snapped his fingers. An illusion of a fat man appeared beside him. When the woman saw the man's face, Angor removed the illusion.
"I'm talking about Pierre. Do you know where he is?"
"The Sound Illusion Technique is almost instantaneous. Your Excellency's level of illusion has really broadened my horizons. " The cat-eared girl's eyes flashed. After complimenting him, she continued, "If you're looking for the big fatty in the illusion, then go to Punk's Talent Exchange. His shop is in front."
The cat-eared girl hesitated for a moment and said, "If you want to buy slaves, you don't have to go to Pierre. He has a lot of rules for buying slaves. He doesn't sell many slaves throughout the year. Why don't you come to our Pink Shop? "
Angor already heard someone say that Pierre had a lot of rules when it came to selling slaves. Now that someone else was telling him the same thing again, it seemed that the rumor was true.
Of course, Angor was here to buy slaves.
However, he didn't have any other intentions. He simply wanted to buy slaves so that he could learn how to help otherworldly creatures live safely in the wizarding world.
That was why he came here.
It didn't really matter whether he went to Pierre's shop or not.
Angor considered for a moment and nodded. He followed the woman into Pink Shop.
As soon as he lifted the pink curtain, he was greeted by the pungent smell of pheromone. Angor was already disgusted by the woman's smell, but this smell only made him more uncomfortable.
Pheromone could make one's brain release pleasant pheromones and improve one's mood.
If it was just a light pheromone scent, Angor wouldn't dislike it. It would help him wake up and wouldn't cause too many negative feelings. But if it was too strong, it would turn into something like a drug, which could get him addicted.
Angor hated the feeling of being unable to control his emotions.
As soon as he entered the shop, he quickly created a spirit barrier around himself to prevent the pheromone scent from entering.
The woman was surprised. "What's wrong? You don't like the smell of pheromone? "
Angor ignored her question. "Take me to see what you have here."
The cat-eared woman nodded and led the way. She showed Angor around a spacious shop with Expansive Runes.
There were many customers in the shop, but not many of them could remain as calm as Angor. Most of them were looking at the "goods" in the shop with a blush on their faces and a perverted look in their eyes.
Most of the "goods" here were female. Well, female.
Some of them were locked in cages, some were banished outside, and many of them were naked.
"The ones in the cages have never been trained. There are wild kittens or immature ones. You can take your pick if you like. As for the ones outside, most of them are already finished products. They all know how to fight. Some of them willingly submitted themselves to the shop, "the woman explained.
Angor looked around. It looked like he was using his eyes to see, but he was actually using his senses to sense the aura.
"Other than these, is there anything else?" Angor asked. He didn't sense any otherworldly aura from these goods. They were all natives of the wizarding world. Some of them were humans, while others were humanoids. There were also quite a few beast-eared girls like the cat-eared girl.
"If you have any special requests, please let us know. We'll try our best to fulfill them." The woman frowned in surprise.
Angor could tell that she was looking at him with a complicated expression. She almost said, "You're so young, yet you like to play hardcore games already?"
Angor frowned. He tried his best to calm down.
Before he could ask if there were any otherworldly slaves, the curtain in front of the shop was suddenly lifted. A group of swordsmen wearing tattered black robes rushed in.
As soon as this group of uninvited guests entered the shop, they emitted a strong magic power that swept through all the goods in the shop without any scruples.
Many customers in the shop were admiring their "sweetheart", only to see the "sweetheart" being scanned from head to toe. To them, it was a great humiliation. Most of them glared back at the intruders.
However, when they realized who the intruders were, they all felt helpless.
Even the cat-eared girl beside Angor looked at the black-robed figures with a pale face.
Angor narrowed his eyes. "Wizards of Devastation," he muttered.
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