Sequence game, starting from drawing props

Chapter 135 Talent Market!

The rest of the posts will be assigned as needed.

Everyone has something to do, and it's Ian's job to put people together.

"Talent Market"

Four words, clearly point out what is here.

The Poor City is Tavel's territory, and the cooperation between Ian and Tavel is very deep.

Out of reason, Tavel chose to send an envoy to lead Ian around.

As for who the messenger is...

Ian glanced at the unknown object around him.

【Name: Saya】

[Race: Black Goat Cub]

[Category: Mythical Creatures]

[Description: What did you see?Is it a girl with green hair, or a &￥*?

If it is the former, go to the hospital and report to the brain department, otherwise it will be too late.

What?You say the latter is garbled?That's right, you're healthy! 】

This is the messenger.

Ian didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, the etiquette in Tavel's eyes is slightly different from the etiquette understood by humans.

Can understand.

"&%￥F*%?"

What Saya beside him was saying, Ian calmly answered according to the translation of the sequence system.

Walking this way made his heart feel cold and cold, and he was afraid that he would be bitten.

After entering the talent market, when other players or aboriginals saw Saya, their expressions also changed suddenly.

"It's that gluttonous demon!" This is a normal person.

"Ah! A high-ranking nobleman from another plane! Welcome to us..." This is a lunatic.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

this?This is an alien with atrophied brain and dysplasia who cannot speak.

A girl with big eyes on her chest standing next to Ian suddenly took a few steps away from Ian.

"Uh... Keep your voice down, your voice is disturbing me."

Ian also felt a little chilly.

How can anyone still read minds?It's really impolite to read other people's voices without permission.

Talent market.

Arrived.

After Saya led Ian to the talent market, he grabbed a chicken with his tentacles and left.

"The gluttonous demon likes to eat raw food, which is usually quite harmless."

The owner said to Ian.

After Ian communicated with him, he understood the main components of the "talent market".

It is divided into two categories: people and materials. Of course... the distinction is not very clear.

This is where criminals are sold, and slaves, and shit subspecies, and whatnot.

Ian saw some computer cases and asked with some doubts:
"Is that also a talent?"

"Yes, customer." The store replied to him with a smile, "It is a "computer case" invented by an indigenous civilization, and it is loaded with the win11 system."

"You may not understand the concept of this, you can treat it as an antique."

"I bought it when I traded with that civilization. At that time, they said... win11 is rubbish."

……

Ian was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Win11 is indeed rubbish."

There are also their particularities in the talent market.

Slaves, happy and carefree people.

When the master bought the slaves, he could let them plow the land with nothing to do, plant some cotton when they were bored, cultivate their sentiments, and breathe the fragrant air of nature.

As for some slaves who don't want to be active and like to lie down, they can also join the cotton planting industry.

They can lie in the fields and bury some soil on their bodies, which can not only keep warm, but also enjoy the aroma of soil sweeter than fresh air.

When they are naturally decomposed into nature, they become fertilizer, which is the "material" part.

"Reasonably exploring the value of every life"

This is the definition of a talent market.

Very modern and understandable.

However, a problem arose, and Ian suddenly discovered that the highly knowledgeable employees he wanted did not exist.

Most of the talents in the talent market are combat units like trolls, or cyborgs.

Their combat effectiveness is very strong, but in terms of brains, they are either brain atrophy or cyber psychosis.

The level is a bit low.

Ian spent most of the day in the talent market, and he fell in love with a man who was similar to the "angel family".

The reason why I like it is because there are no angels on the planet White Hole 3, and there are a little few racial types.

The others... have no merit.

Could this trip be in vain?
Ian really had to ask Tavier if he didn't want to find a way. He is not blind, he is an explorer who is "proficient in long-distance travel".

"&%#￥?"

An incomprehensible voice sounded, and Saya, who had just left, returned to Ian's side.

Ian understood the meaning of that language through the translation of the sequence system.

Probably... Didn't find the talent you want?
Ian nodded: "No, I want to go around again."

Saya pointed in one direction with his tentacles, and Ian glanced and found that the sign at the intersection said "Here leads to [Black Market]".

The black market is probably a better place than the talent market.

Buy something more complete?
Ian thanked Saya and entered the interior of the talent market, the black market passage hidden in the corner.

Saya followed obediently, and for a moment, Ian seemed to hallucinate that it was really a green-haired girl.

it is good.

Some mental problems are too serious.

I hope that Tavel will not send any more envoys next time, otherwise Ian doesn't know if he can walk out of the poor city normally.

The items sold in the black market are indeed countless times more than those in the talent market outside.

Ian turned his head, and in a shop that mainly sells "humanoids", he found some murlocs soaking in water tanks, or Argonians with dragon horns on their heads.

Races with advanced intelligence can take up research positions, so that the "nuclear bomb project" can be accelerated.

However, researchers cannot be on the mysterious side. After all, nuclear bomb research is a project on the technology side.

The mysterious side researchers may come at a very slow speed.

And the research on the mysterious side does not need them. Ian is originally a mysterious side civilization, and there are quite a lot of scholars in his civilization.

Some women with black veils on their faces and graceful bodies have jointly established a shop.

It's the mysterious side again...

Ian took a look and planned to leave.

But suddenly, he saw the star map displayed in the store, as well as some golden falling stars and star rings.

"Is this... astrology?"

Hearing Ian's voice, the women in the store smiled and said:
"That's right! We're selling star beasts, and there are some astrologers who committed a taboo, an unforgivable taboo."

Astrologers, star beasts...

Ian looked at what was obviously other civilization in the cage.

Needless to say, astrologers, people, astrology, it's as simple as that.

The "star beast" is a kind of thing with a blue body, similar to a wolf, but with sharp horns on its head.

What is this, starry sky unicorn wolf?

Ian used the hunting mark to obtain information about the star beast first.

【Name: Star Beast】

[Source: Neutron Star Eruption]

[Description: Certain special neutron stars in the universe will undergo a "big eruption" every 33 days, and habitable planets in nearby galaxies will give birth to existences called "star beasts".

Star beasts are monsters that are good at transporting. They swallow the light of the sun and the moon to survive. They will conceive when they become adults, and give birth to three pieces of 3 kilograms of "star gold" every year.

Star gold can be used to forge equipment for use by astrologers.Those who maliciously kill star beasts will be marked as criminals and trafficked. 】

Now Ian understood.

Star Beast: Moving work.Star beasts cannot give birth to offspring, but give birth to star gold.

Star gold: a very special material, which is needed for astrologer equipment.

Buy some astrologers and go back, maybe you can continue the almost lost astrology.

The inheritance of astrology on White Hole No. 3 planet already belongs to the dynasties, otherwise it would not be called "evil" by the former Aurora Cult.

When these astrologers go back, they will probably bring a very big surprise to the people on the mainland.

"No." Ian shook his head, "I want the star beast, but forget about the human beings, aren't they criminals?"

Ian can see that these people are all criminals, completely unstable factors.

He bought slaves for emancipation, but why buy a bunch of criminals?

right?
The shopkeepers were a little embarrassed and looked at each other.

Sure enough, there is still a difference between criminals and slaves.

"We can give you half off..."

"No." Ian shook his head, "Whoever has nothing to do to buy a criminal will find it hard for himself."

Although the astrologer in the cage is somewhat similar to the witch in the story.

They are all women, and the civilization of astrologers is probably not a country of daughters.

But what does this have to do with Ian?

"Well, if I want to buy books on astrology, I must make sure that the mysterious side can be learned."

Ian said that it gave the store a chance.

It is impossible for him to want people, but knowledge must be taken away, which is something that the civilization on the mysterious side lacks.

"This..." The shopkeeper originally wanted to say that this was a bit against the rules.

But another witch next to her shook her head slightly, signaling her agreement.

Knowledge is sometimes very valuable, but sometimes it is worthless, mainly depending on the degree of popularity.

The popularity of astrology is considered to be below average, and the cosmic civilization simply cannot understand celestial bodies too well.

As a result, the gold content of astrology is very low, and it can sell as much as it can.

"Okay then." The shopkeeper understood, "We can help you make a "Book of Astrology". It will cost 30 talents, and this is the price you need to pay."

As she spoke, she took out a dagger from the drawer.

Ian immediately raised his hand: "Don't do it yet."

The shopkeeper was a little confused, and smiled after a while:
"Do you want the talent itself? It will be more expensive."

Sure enough, she really didn't believe that human beings with "humanoid" sexual orientation would ignore the beauty of astrologer civilization.

Ian didn't know what the shopkeeper's smile meant.

He took a few steps back and walked to the door of the store:

"Don't splash the blood on me, you take your time, I have paid for the main city points, wait to get the book."

After speaking, he frowned again: "It can't be a book made of human skin, I'm a little panicked."

The witch shopkeeper stared blankly at Ian outside.

Suddenly, there is a kind of intimate feeling of meeting Satan in the [-]th hell, as if going home.

"Uh... it's not human skin, it's star animal skin."

"That's all right, you guys come on."

Ian waved his hand and continued his shopping.

First, one thing must be made clear.

Slaves and criminals, although they are both locked in cages, are not the same thing.

"Slaves" are unlucky ones, who come from humble backgrounds or were caught because of the war.

His family background is innocent, but his personal status is low.

But the "criminal" is a real crime, no matter what kind of crime it is, it is a crime.

Unless they were the ones who were maliciously smeared, the question is... Does Ian need to spend time to determine whether they are innocent?
No need...he doesn't have that time.

A heartfelt piece of advice, don't buy criminals with pocket money.

Criminals aren't a good choice unless you're using them for something less human-friendly.

Slave trading area.

The slaves from various civilizations were hung with an electronic lock around their necks, and they stayed in the cage with a gloomy complexion.

They either stand or sit.Anyway, it was very decadent.

Isn't that right, life in the future will be dark, and even freedom will no longer exist.

This is, a buyer came and said that he wanted to buy a batch of "employees".

The word "employee" made some slaves look up, and hope appeared in their eyes.

Not slaves, employees!This represents the staff on the tech side.

"Is there any requirement for knowledge reserve?" the shopkeeper asked.

Ian thought about it.

Most of the slaves present were of the industrial age, very few of the space age, and none of the taller ones.

"Industrial will do, space age...needs 7."

Seven people can form a standard team to do things like spacecraft maintenance.

And the remaining people of the industrial age can develop technology on the moon base and complete the industrial facilities first.

Don't look at the current moon is barren.

But with Ian's mysterious side planet blessing resources, a large amount of resource reserves, and what you want, you can get what you want, and a luxurious working environment.

The moon will soon reach the standard line of the industrial age, and then the manpower can be expanded.

Mysterious side: provide advanced combat power and precious resources.

Technology side: the main field in the future, building spaceships and space stations, implementing military preparation plans, and rapidly hoarding torrents of steel.

cool!

With a happy mood, Ian walked to the center of the black market's talent market.

It is said that it is a talent market, but in fact there are very few purebred people in it, and there are as many races in the universe as there are sand in the sea.

The so-called people are more "alien people", that is, mutated human beings.

Or "sub-human", who is not human at all, but looks like a human being.

Even the criminals of the astrologer civilization, their eyes are the blue of the starry sky, which is not a characteristic that humans can have.

It is somewhat difficult to develop human civilization in the universe.

Human beings have no shortcomings and no advantages.

Perhaps the title worthy of a human being is "Mediocrity".

It's not a derogatory term, but it's not a derogatory term either.

Mediocrity, there is no way to enter the space age, and most of the human beings who can enter the space age have mutated.

In the trading field that eventually led to cosmic civilization, purebred people are as rare as rare.

But if you ignore this point and look at it with the naked eye, you won't feel too much repulsion.

Whether it is "alien" or "subhuman", some people look like ordinary humans from the outside.

They are well camouflaged.

Maybe in this way, they will be regarded as weak?
Ian now knows what kind of embarrassing stage human civilization is in.

He's human, and he's going to change that.

　Ask for follow-up, ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)