Dream Weaver

Angor frowned at the man's strange character. For a second, he almost believed that this one was just another untalkative lone wolf like him.

It seemed that he was very wrong.

Even if they knew their items might not attract any buyers, most of the apprentices here would act as politely as possible because this private trading was the only place they could find things that were nonexistent in the other parts of the city.

Yet this man in black just broke that rule by treating the meeting as some kind of underground fair where thugs and alcoholics gathered.

As if to further prove his attitude, the man repeated his catchphrase, "I represent the biggest employment market in Cork Street. Any helpers, slaves, or other talents you seek, I have them all! Here's my transmitter code…"

Employment market?

Angor wondered if this was similar to the human resource companies he saw from certain movies.