"It was no trouble." Xin Rong didn't refuse, and helped them bid on the items.
The short-haired woman and her companions hadn't come just for the items. They had bought nearly all the rare Potions the auction house offered. They even contacted their companions waiting outside to discuss their purchases. They were buying such a wide variety of things that they looked less like a group of friends shopping for equipment and more like merchants stocking up.
The total price of their purchases was also extremely high, enough to make even Xin Rong uneasy. He was mainly worried they wouldn't be able to pay, but fortunately, the baby-faced man had read the situation and paid half the cost in advance.
Seeing how well-off they were, Xin Rong said, "The items available at auction are all fairly conventional. If you have enough money, you could check out the Underground Market. There are plenty of items of unknown origin there, and some are highly destructive."
Most Artificers with a shred of integrity made items that played by the rules. Their goal was to create useful tools, not weapons for killing. For instance, items capable of indiscriminate attacks or covering a large area could be made more deadly by adding toxic substances during production. Contaminants, deadly poisons, and even radioactive materials could all be used, but most Artificers wouldn't do that. First, getting such items approved by the game was difficult, and making them posed certain risks. Second, using such methods was vicious in the extreme. Player battles could hardly avoid affecting bystanders, and using these things might lead to even worse consequences.
For people who entered the game, life-or-death struggles were commonplace, but many still felt compassion for the innocent. This, too, reflected the game's hold over its Players.
Perhaps the game's