Three days later.
In a quiet small trading room on the second floor of the Adventurers Association.
Xia Nan sat alone on the small sofa in the room. On the center of the tea-table-like surface in front of him rested his Iron Stomach Flail, set there neatly, while on the side closer to him was a cup of steaming tea provided free of charge by the association.
He had not studied this sort of thing much, but compared with the tea leaves he had tasted in his previous life, the leaves in the cup before him were clearly much larger. They floated whole on the surface of the hot water like tree leaves, almost covering the entire mouth of the cup.
The taste was not bad, giving off the fresh fragrance of greenery while carrying a faintly sweet aftertaste.
He wondered where it was sold, and how much it cost.
If he got the chance, he could ask Molly about it later. When he went out adventuring and made camp at night, sitting by the campfire and brewing himself a fine cup would probably be quite enjoyable.
Right now, the reason Xia Nan was sitting here was naturally because of the Iron Stomach Flail he had consigned to the association.
To be honest, he had originally thought the Tidal Surge Lure Rod would be the first to catch a buyer's eye.
After all, he believed that so-called "fishing fanatics" would not be lacking even in this fantasy world with supernatural power.
As a divine artifact for baiting a fishing spot, even if its conditions of use were rather strict, that also meant its price would not be too high. And it was not completely impossible to work around, so it should have been very popular.
He had not expected it