A tiny blade fell out of the first large jar, while the other jar contained a mechanical glove.
"Oh my god! What a freaking loss!"
The player's hand holding the wooden mallet trembled as he wailed on the spot.
Unwilling to accept it, he bent down and picked up both items, then suddenly shuddered.
"M-Mysterious Objects?!"
The player let out a whoop and held up the blade, showing it off to his friends.
One of his companions took it and examined it, a strange expression appearing on his face.
"[D-grade Mysterious Object-Happy Blade]? Deals double damage to the weak points of male creatures, with a high chance of triggering the 'herb harvesting' effect, which cuts biological tissue from their weak points and automatically turns it into medicinal ingredients... The price is, ahem, a little steep. Who'd dare use this?"
"Don't be so rigid. Just give it to a female player. That's basically getting around the price for free."
"Damn! You're a real genius!"
This group of players left happily, and another group arrived.
More and more players recognized "Silver Flask Knight Frun," and some were even starting to call their friends over. Chen Lun was delighted by this. At an unhurried pace, he took two new jars out of the Blood-Poem Ring and replenished the stock on the rug.
"Come on over! Spend money to make money! Pick one and see! None of them are empty, guaranteed!"
Chen Lun began hawking his wares again.
This time, the players interacting with him were a group of five from the Lost Name Guild. Their leader studied the jars on the ground, then crouched down, looked Chen Lun straight in the eye, and grinned.
"Knight Furen, did these jars of yours go to college?"
"..."
Chen Lun stared at the fellow for a