Since a Supreme Cult wizard already came to check the shop, Angor believed that it was impossible for him to find any otherworldly lifeforms in Pink Shop.
Angor did not linger in the shop for long. He quickly left the shop.
The cat-eared girl was still trying to figure out who Angor was when she suddenly remembered that Angor used an Acoustic Illusion spell at the entrance of the shop. Among the sorcerer-apprentices, there were very few who knew illusions. This was because without the talent for illusions, it was not easy to learn illusions. Most of them had not even learned all the tricks of their own school, so why would they want to learn illusions from other schools?
Even if they wanted to learn another field, it would be Elementalism, not Occult, which was extremely difficult.
Most Occultists who tried to learn other Occultists were usually in their forties or fifties when they already had a solid foundation in their field. But the man she just saw sounded so young. Angor guessed that he was not even 30 yet.
Such a young man would never try to learn another field. In other words, he was most likely an Occult Illusionist.
And the most popular Illusionist apprentice in Floating Mech City …
The cat-eared girl suddenly thought of something. It had been several days since the incident at the purification garden, but it was still a hot topic. Many gossip magazines even began to dig into the life stories of core apprentices, and some even spent money to interview them. Because of these exclusive interviews, they became even more popular.
Many new idols started to become popular during this period of time. Although they probably did not know what "idols" meant.
The only one who did not accept any interviews but still remained a hot topic was the person the cat-eared girl thought of.
Mister Phantom's student.
"Is it him?" The cat-eared girl mumbled to herself.
Meanwhile, Angor had arrived at the entrance of a dark alley.
According to the information he gathered, Pierre's "Punk's Talent Market" was located in this narrow alley.
There was a metal trash can at the entrance of the alley, which reeked of blood. Angor could even see a rotting human hand inside.
He had to pass by this trash can to get to the end of the alley.
He didn't pay much attention to the trash can. He looked around and noticed that every shop was beautifully decorated. There were no neon lights, but the runes and cantrips were even better than those on Earth. Pierre's shop seemed to be inferior to Roland's shop in terms of appearance.
It was no wonder that he would go around soliciting business. He was even present at the Abstruse Exchange.
He turned around and walked deeper into the alley. The ground was wet. He could not tell if it was blood or water. The walls on both sides were overgrown with moss and emitted an uncomfortable moldy smell.
Angor walked through most of the alleyway and still didn't see anyone.
Angor glanced at a corner and shook his head. "But I saw a lot of skeletons."
It was at this moment that a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up in the dark alley.
He looked up and saw an owl standing on the wall, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.
"Alchemy pet?" Angor didn't see the owl's face clearly, but he immediately remembered Flora's alchemy pet named Aisha, which also looked like an owl.
The owl didn't answer. It only looked at Angor until he disappeared at the end of the alley.
When Angor thought he was about to reach the end of the alley, he heard something flapping above his head. The owl flew up and landed beside a man at the end of the alley.
"Someone's here?" The man was lying on a deck chair with a pair of sunglasses on. He was only wearing a pair of underpants, which made him look like a sunbather on the beach. But in reality, the "sunlight" that he was enjoying was just an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.
"Are they the sorcerers from the Supreme Cult?" The man sat up and looked at the owl.
The owl thought for a moment and shook its head.
"Not a Sorcerer?" The man's voice sounded even more surprised. "Could it be a guest?"
"Is this Punk's Talent Market?" Angor slowly walked over. He glanced at the man and stopped at a small open door.
There was no sign on the door, but there was a line of tiny, cursive words under the iron plate that read "Kirk Street": "Punk's Talent Market".
Angor frowned when he saw the barely noticeable words. This place is way too secluded. How can a place like this be called a "market"?
The man looked at Angor up and down to make sure he wasn't a rogue wizard. "Yes, this is Punk's Talent Market. Who are you?"
"If I'm not mistaken, I'm the customer you mentioned," Angor replied.
The man in the sunglasses was stunned for a second. He took off his sunglasses, and a look of disbelief appeared on his handsome face. After a while, he stood up abruptly and shouted at the small door next to him, "Pierre, we have a guest!"
Angor did not know what to say. Was he the first customer of this place? Judging from the wet footprints on the floor, that might be the case.
"You're our first customer this month, so I'm a little excited. I'm really sorry." The man in sunglasses stood up, nodded and bowed. "We've made a fool of ourselves."
Angor didn't know what to say. So he overestimated the sales of this shop.
At this time, a big fat man with an excited face walked out of the door while holding the belt of his pants that had not been fastened properly.
"Customer?" When he reached Angor, he had already adjusted his expression and appearance. His gentleman's overalls were squeezed into a weird shape due to his big belly.
"Nice to meet you, Mister Pierre," Angor greeted him in a plain tone. "I heard you have some good talents here, so I came to check them out."
Since they used the name "talent exchange market", Angor decided to do as the Romans did. He changed the word "slaves" to "talents".
Pierre was obviously pleased by Angor's words. Even the man in the sunglasses beside him showed a happy look.
"That's right! This is the biggest talent market in Kirk Street. You can find any talents you want here! "Pierre said proudly." What kind of talents do you want? Take a look at him. "
Pierre pointed at the man in sunglasses who was only wearing underwear.
The man in sunglasses also pointed at himself with a smile. "I'm a talent too. Take me home, and I'll do anything you want."
Angor was a little surprised to hear this.
He thought the man in sunglasses was just a shop assistant. But he didn't expect him to be a "talent" in the shop.
Angor already saw some slaves being released outside the Rosy Parlor, but according to the cat-eared woman, most of them were either trained or willingly submitted to the shop. What about this man? Willingly submitted as well?
Angor looked at the man curiously. He didn't sense any otherworldly aura on him. But he was a talent?
And a level-2 apprentice already?
"Don't be fooled by his exhibitionism. He's quite strong. He went to the purification garden last time and came out unscathed." Pierre realized that Angor really wanted to buy a "talent", so he didn't hold back in his promotion.
"No, thanks. I'm not looking for someone like him." Angor stopped Pierre from continuing.
Angor saw the disappointed look on the man's face. "He's quite strong. Why would he sell his body?"
Pierre and the man in the sunglasses looked at each other. After a while, Pierre said, "Maybe it's his hobby."
"I'm not selling my body. I'm just running out of money. I need to find a way to make a living. I don't have any other skills. My strength is the only thing I can sell. "
Angor raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought you're also selling slaves. So you're really looking for talents."
Pierre hesitated for a moment before he realized what Angor meant. "Yes, I do help people find jobs, but it's only a small part of the business. Most of them are slaves. What kind of slaves do you want, sir? I have all the best maids smuggled from Manluo Plane, wild kittens, aloof, tsundere, and gentle types here! "
"May I take a look first?"
"No problem. Please follow me."
Following Pierre's lead, he stepped through the small door.
Angor walked down a series of winding stairs and arrived at the main hall of Punk's Talent Market. Compared to the mess outside, this place was actually quite spacious.
At a glance, it was even bigger than the Pink Restaurant. But it was not as popular as Angor's.
The circular hall was nicely decorated. There was a fireplace, a carpet, hot tea, and a warm light. Angor could also smell the scent of incense wood.
Judging from the decorations, Angor preferred the style of this place.
Several people in the hall looked at him curiously. They wanted to see what the first "guest" of the month looked like, but they couldn't see Angor's face because of his black robe.
Angor looked around and tried to sense for any aura that didn't belong to the wizarding world.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anything.
"What kind of slaves do you want, sir? Just tell me. I'll help you figure it out. Even if there's nothing you want, we can still form a long-term relationship. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. " Pierre led Angor to a sofa in front of a fireplace. They sat down and Pierre quickly asked, "Let's have a seat."
Angor knew a thing or two about otherworldly creatures. However, he didn't know which ones he could buy and which ones he couldn't.
As for the "top-grade maids smuggled from Manda Plane", Angor wasn't interested at all.
Besides, he was still young. He didn't even know how to face his professor if he brought a maid back to Flowery Manor. Professor Sunders was a man of integrity, and he wouldn't be able to show his face if his student indulged in a woman's lust.
Angor considered for a moment and ruled out "female" as an option. At least, he didn't want any humanoid females.
Since he didn't know much about otherworldly creatures, he decided to use an otherworldly creature he saw at Twilight Auction. "Crystal People. Do you have any of them?"
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