Chapter 562 Don't Overthink <TOC> Chapter 564 Contradiction
Translator: SumTLMan
Holding a heart pierced with small arrows, Angel walked out of the Storm Shop.
From Eliza’s tone, it seemed that she wanted to use the counterfeit Scarlet Sovereignty he had crafted for some sort of formation. However, Angel didn’t want to get involved in the aftermath of this matter at all. It wasn’t because he was afraid of getting involved, but because the thought of the Scarlet Sovereignty reminded him of his “unnecessary” actions, and he couldn’t help but want to find a hole to jump into.
After this incident, he understood one principle.
In the future, no matter what the request from others, he must never make decisions on his own. He must communicate in detail before taking action.
Half a month had passed! His already limited time had been wasted like this… Although the runes he found and the finished spell formation had become part of his foundation, and it wasn’t a complete waste, Angel still felt uneasy.
Sigh…
With a sigh, Angel’s figure disappeared at the end of the long street.
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Almost every mortal city has one or two so-called dark alleys, which represent the unspeakable secrets between the black and white, filled with gray deals that can’t see the light of day. All the evil here is beyond the reach of justice.
Even Sky Mechanical City, controlled by wizards, had such a street.
Its name: Kirk Street.
However, compared to mortal dark alleys, the wizards’ “dark alley” was actually more orderly. Because the more powerful one is, the more self-restrained they are. When ignorance prevails, one can go mad over trivial matters. When the world is clear and the sky is vast, one won’t care about the trivial details beneath their feet. Therefore, the wizards’ “dark alley” wasn’t as terrifying as imagined.
Of course, the “terror” referred to here was the great terror of facing life and death, not the bizarre terror seen with the naked eye.
Because, from the appearance, Kirk Street was indeed quite terrifying.
Originally, many mortals lived in Mechanical City, but here, there was hardly a mortal to be seen.
Even when Angel entered Kirk Street, he couldn’t help but frown.
The gloomy streets, the pitch-black shops, the pale-faced shopkeepers, and the bloody signs… Almost every shop perfectly demonstrated what a “haunted house” was.
Semi-transparent dead souls occasionally floated down the street, and if you were lucky, you might even see the bizarre corpses that had been transformed while alive, discarded by the shopkeepers outside.
Moreover, the purple-black bubbles produced by the forbidden potions drifting out of some illegal alchemy shops, if ordinary people were here, just smelling those toxic bubbles, they would probably die unknowingly.
Therefore, this street is the most terrifying street in the hearts of ordinary people.
However, for wizards, as long as you don’t violate the unwritten rules of this black market street, there is no difference between this street and other streets.
Kirk Street has several large blocks according to the distribution and concentration of shops.
Stepping through a pitch-black, death-filled black lamp district, Angel entered a forbidden potion area filled with poisonous mist.
Finally, when Angel walked out of a blood-soaked modification transplant area, he stopped, facing a seemingly peaceful and bustling snake district.
This endless bustling area is the famous slave market in the entire Southern Region.
However, the wizards who come here are not only buying slaves, but also buying assistants.
For example, there are many shops trading magical pets, magical puppets, and magical servants. It can be said that as long as it is a living thing, no matter what kind, you can almost find it here.
Even if it is temporarily out of stock, as long as you can provide enough deposit, there are bounty wizards on standby.
After arriving here, Angel looked around. Before he could take a step, he saw a pinkish shop next door opened its curtains, and a cat-eared lady in a veil came out.
“Dear guest, if you want to relieve stress, you can come to Rouge House and choose a tender little slave who understands you~” While speaking, the cat-eared lady extended her jade arm filled with Salomon’s aura, trying to put it on Angel’s shoulder.
Angel dodged quickly: “No need.”
Hearing Angel’s clear but slightly immature voice, the cat-eared lady seemed to understand something, dragging her chin and turning her eyes: “Our Rouge House is a professional platform and also provides networking among apprentices. Pure and innocent love, it’s worth being young once.”
Angel still refused, saying indifferently: “I am here to find someone.”
“Looking for someone? You can do that too. The information platform of Rouge House can be opened to you, as long as you have this.” The cat-eared lady gently stroked her finger, indicating “magic crystal.”
Angel thought for a moment, took out a small piece of magic crystal with low original magical power from his pocket, and threw it to the cat-eared lady: “Do you know where Pierre’s shop is?”
The cat-eared lady took the magic crystal, and her expression immediately softened. She pondered for a moment: “Pierre? Are you referring to Pierre from the Punk Talent Market?”
Angel wasn’t sure if that was the case, because the Pierre he was looking for was actually a fat man who suddenly changed his style at the Profound Exchange Meeting and promoted his own shop.
Before Pierre was taken away, he shouted out his private communication code.
Although Angel remembered it, the communicator he used was a crystal ball communicator from the Savage Grottoes, which was far inferior to the cutting-edge communicators in Mechanical City, and had no function to add other people’s private codes.
That’s why he asked others about Pierre’s whereabouts.
Angel thought for a moment and snapped his fingers. An illusion of a fat man appeared beside him, and when the cat-eared lady saw the fat man’s face clearly, Angel dismissed the illusion.
“I’m talking about this Pierre, do you know where he is?”
“Sound illusion technique, almost instant. Your level of illusion skills is truly eye-opening,” the cat-eared lady’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and after complimenting him, she continued: “If you’re looking for the fat man in the illusion, then go to the Punk Talent Exchange Market. His shop is up ahead.”
After pointing out the location of the Punk Talent Exchange Market, the cat-eared lady hesitated for a moment and then said: “If you’re looking to buy slaves, you don’t really need to go to Pierre. There are so many rules to buy slaves from him, and he doesn’t sell many throughout the year. Why not come to our Rouge House instead?”
Last time at the Profound Exchange Meeting, Angel had heard people say that Pierre had many rules for selling slaves, and now someone was saying the same thing again, it seemed that this was indeed true.
Angel came here this time, of course, to buy slaves.
But he had no other thoughts about buying slaves, he simply wanted to exchange the act of buying slaves for information on how to safely live in the wizarding world for otherworldly creatures.
This was his purpose in coming here.
As for whether or not to go to Pierre’s shop, it wasn’t important.
Angel thought for a moment and nodded, following the cat-eared lady into Rouge House.
As the pink curtain was lifted, a strong, pungent scent of Salomon filled the air. Angel was already somewhat disgusted by the scent of the cat-eared lady, and the scent inside was even more uncomfortable.
The scent of Salomon could make the brain continuously release pleasure pheromones, enhancing happy emotions.
If it was a faint scent of Salomon, Angel wouldn’t dislike it, as it would refresh the senses and not have too many negative feelings. But if it was too strong, it would become something similar to a drug, making people addicted.
Angel really disliked the feeling of not being able to control his emotions.
So, as soon as he entered, he immediately surrounded himself with a mental barrier to block the influence of Salomon’s aura.
The cat-eared lady, seeing this, paused for a moment: “What? You don’t like the taste of Salomon?”
Angel ignored her question and said directly: “Show me what you have here.”
The cat-eared lady nodded and led Angel around the spacious store, filled with runes that expanded the space.
There were quite a few customers in the store, but not many maintained their composure like Angel. Most of them had flushed faces, wicked eyes, and lewd gazes surrounding the “merchandise.”
The “merchandise” here was mostly female… well, female.
Some were locked in cages, some were outside, and a few were even naked.
“Those in the cages haven’t been trained. There are wild kittens and inexperienced ones for you to choose from. As for those outside, they’re almost all finished products with refined spells. Some even willingly came here,” the cat-eared lady explained.
Angel looked around the room, seemingly using his eyes, but in reality, he was sensing the auras.
“Is there anything else besides these?” Angel inquired. He didn’t sense any otherworldly aura among these products. They were all natives of the Wizarding World, some humans and some humanoid, like cat-eared ladys, not in the minority.
Surprise flashed in the cat-eared lady’s eyes, and she secretly guessed Angel’s thoughts: “If you have any special requirements, you can mention them. We’ll do our best to meet your needs.”
Angel could feel that her gaze was complicated, as if she wanted to say: so young, yet you like heavy tastes?
Angel felt his brow twitch and barely held back his irritation.
Just as he was about to ask if there were any slaves from other worlds, the curtain at the entrance was suddenly lifted, and a group of ragged black-robed swordsmen burst in.
As soon as these uninvited guests entered, they emitted a strong magical power, brazenly scanning all the goods in the store.
Many customers were admiring their “favorites,” only to have them rudely inspected by the intruders’ magic. To them, it was an insult, as if their heads might sprout a green prairie, so most of them glared back.
However, when they realized the identity of the newcomers, they all backed down.
Even the cat-eared lady standing next to Angel changed her expression and looked pale at the sight of the black-robed people.
Angel’s pupils contracted, and he muttered their identity under his breath: “Rampant Wizards.”