At Qiu Mufan's question, the corner of Chen Lin's mouth twitched.
He had found his beloved, but he had found three at once. He had no idea whether the wine's effect had gone awry or reflected his true feelings.
"I found her."
Chen Lin gave a perfunctory answer.
After paying the dream silver, he turned to look around, then took an empty seat to wait for the final auction.
There were quite a few patrons in the tavern, but the session had already been nearing its end when Chen Lin arrived. He did not have to wait long. Half an hour later, the regular wine tasting ended, and Qiu Mufan brought out three unusually shaped wine pots.
She set them on the counter.
Looking at the patrons, she said, "The auction begins now. The usual rules apply. If you don't know them, read the introduction yourselves."
With that, she pointed at the sign on the wall.
Chen Lin looked over.
The sign listed the rules in detail, but they were much the same as Qiu Mufan's earlier explanation, so he paid it little further attention.
"The first pot starts at ten taels of dream silver. Who wants it?"
Without wasting words, Qiu Mufan announced the price, and the room grew lively.
"I bid fifteen taels!"
"Thirty taels!"
"Eighty taels! Nobody fight me for it!"
Before long, the price had climbed to a hundred taels.
Chen Lin did not bid.
Only Qiu Mufan knew what these wine-pot blind boxes contained. His perception could not penetrate them, and now that his talent ability had changed, he could no longer perform destiny correction. He would need ten attempts to select the most valuable pot.
There was no rush. He would wait.
Once the price reached a hundred taels, the bidding slowed.
Dream silver