Chapter 565 (1/2)

Since even the Wizards of extreme sects have come to ”identify”, it is basically impossible for him to find alien life in the red powder hall.

Therefore, he didn't stay much in the pink hall, so he turned and left.

After angel went out, the cat ear girl was still thinking about angel's identity. Suddenly, she remembered that she had used a sound magic technique at the door before she entered the store. Among the wizard apprentices, there are few who know magic. Because they have no magic talent, it is not easy to learn magic. We haven't even learned all the tricks in our department. Why cross department?

Even if it is a cross system, it is also a cross foot element side, not a mysterious side with great difficulty.

Therefore, most of the people who practice across mysterious lateral lines have accumulated the details of their own lines. Such people are generally over 40 or 50 years old. But the man just now, with a green and young voice, is estimated to be less than 30 years old.

It is certainly impossible for such a young man to practice cross lineage. In other words, his department may be the Department of mysterious lateral illusion.

In today's machinery City, the most popular apprentice of illusion Department

A shadow flashed in the cat's ear girl's mind. Even though it had been several days since the garden was purified, its topic heat remained unchanged. Many gossip magazines even began to dig into the life experiences of some core apprentices, and even spent money to interview those apprentices. Because these exclusive interviews have set off an upsurge.

Many new young idols began to brew an upsurge during this period. Although, they may not know the concept of ”Idol”.

The only person who didn't accept the interview, but the heat still lingered, and topped the topic list several times, was the cat ear girl who thought of that person.

-- disciple of your Excellency the phantom.

”Could it be him?” The cat eared girl whispered to herself.

At the same time, angel has come to a dark alley.

According to the information, the ”punk talent market” opened by Pierre is in this narrow and long lane.

At the entrance of the alley, there is a half way tin dustbin, which emits a bloody stench. You can vaguely see rotten hands in it.

If you want to enter the deep lane, you must pass through this trash can.

The trash can is not the focus of angel's attention. What Angel thinks of is... Looking around, every store is set up beautifully. Even if there is no neon flashing, the effect of magic patterns and tricks is even more gorgeous than the neon of the earth. In contrast, from the external conditions, Pierre's store lost a chip.

No wonder he would go everywhere to solicit business, even in-depth exchanges.

Angel turned and walked into the deep lane, the wet ground, I don't know whether it was blood or sewage. The corners on both sides were covered with moss and gave off an uncomfortable musty smell.

Angel walked slowly through most of the alley and didn't see anyone.

Inadvertently glanced at a pale corner, angel shook his head and sighed, ”I've seen a lot of bones.”

Just then, in the dark deep lane, a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up.

Angel looked up. In the dim light, he saw an owl standing on the wall and looking at him with cold eyes.

”Alchemical pet?” Although Angel did not see the appearance of the owl, he immediately remembered Flora's alchemical pet named Aisha, which was also the image of the owl.

The owl didn't answer, but looked at Angel until he disappeared at the end of the deep lane.

Just as angel estimated that he was going to the end, there was a fluttering sound on his head. The owl flew up and finally landed on the side of a man at the end of the alley in front of him.

”Someone is coming?” The man was wearing sunglasses, lying on a recliner, wearing underpants all over, looking like sunbathing on the beach. But in fact, the ”Sunlight” he enjoyed all over his face was an ordinary wall lamp hanging on the wall.

”Is it the group of rampant Wizards of extremist sects?” The man sat up and looked at the owl.

The owl thought and shook his head.

”Not a raging wizard?” The man's voice was even more surprised, ”is it a guest?”

”This is the punk talent market?” Angel also came at this time, glanced at the man in sunglasses, and finally stopped at a small open door.

There is no sign on the small door, but under the iron plate showing ”Kirk street number”, there is a row of tiny fancy words: Punk talent trading market.

Looking at this row of tiny words that are almost difficult to find, angel can't help frowning: is it too remote? Can such a place be called a 'market'?

The sunglassman looked up and down at angel. After confirming that he was not a rampant wizard, he hesitated for half a day and said, ”yes, this is the punk talent trading market... Who are you?”

Angel: ”if there is no accident, I am the guest in your mouth.”

The sunglasses man was stunned. He took off his sunglasses. His pretty face showed an expression of ”I can't believe it”. After a long time, he suddenly stood up, aimed at the small door next to him and shouted, ”Pierre, there are guests!”

His manner made Angel speechless. Shouldn't he be the first guest here today? From the wet single row of footprints on the ground, it may be true.

”You are our first guest this month. I'm a little excited. I'm really sorry.” The sunglasses man stood up, nodded and bowed and said, ”let the guests laugh.”