Warlock Apprentice

The night soon arrived.

Angor returned to Moshi Street with a small card in his hand. There was the picture of an eclipsed sun on it, while the back had “Astute Alchemy Guild” written in the universal language.

Above the characters was another engraved line of words, which could be felt by stroking it with a hand. Even then, Angor could not understand these letters that seemed to hold a special energy signature.

According to Sunders, the characters were “Abyssal Tongue” used by certain intelligent monsters from Abyss Plane. What Angor was looking at also referred to “Astute Alchemy Guild”. This told Angor that the guild members did not care whether outsiders knew about their business with abyssal creatures or the Astute King.

Most wizards respected great strength, which meant they both feared and admired Grand Demons. Revealing their names in broad daylight helped the guild members attract a lot of alchemists who desperately sought for power.

The Moshi Street at night looked ever more prosperous compared to the daytime. Angor saw a piano placed at a fork road, which wasn’t there before. An apprentice in a white robe was singing and playing at the same time, and it attracted many bystanders who stopped to enjoy the pleasant music.

Also, Angor saw several runes on the ground that suggested a magic contract. The runes would shine and draw some energy from the audience. It would then fill the energy into some empty crystals placed inside a strange alchemy machine nearby.

It seemed the small concert wasn’t free to watch. The contract did not take too much energy from people, but there were a lot of them.

Every participant had a transmitter placed in front of them for them to contact the other traders during the meeting. Anyone interested in John Junior’s offer could use their transmitters to talk to him later, either in one of the private chambers where the guild could guarantee their safety or somewhere else if they preferred outside the building, which might not be as safe.

Angor saw John Junior waiting for a while but without finding anyone willing to talk.

Next, the others stood up one by one and described their knowledge or items for exchange. If someone’s offer had more than one potential “buyers”, he or she was free to choose a customer.

There was an apprentice who wished to buy an amphibious vehicle by offering a vial of Redmoon Potion. Together with three participants who wished to negotiate, they went inside a chamber and came back out, satisfied.

This seemed to be a rare case as most of the offers didn’t even get an answer.

In Floating Mech City, people could buy anything they liked as long as they had enough money, so most of the people came here looking for knowledge.

And in the wizarding world, everyone considered their knowledge to be extremely precious and would not trade them out easily.

After several more people stood up, a man wearing a stylish black robe stood up and bowed to everyone in a polite nobleman’s manner.

“Fair trade! I’ve gotten my hands on some new sh*t. Not the common garbage you find normally, mind you. Get my transmitter if you want’em! My PERSONAL transmitter, not the junk provided by this freaking guild!”