Rolling dice is always more thrilling as the game goes on; temptation like this is found in everyone's character, yet the result of the second roll was far less exciting than the first.
A group of dice rollers, lucky as they may be, watched Professor Chen score a perfect 100, ending the competition instantly.
With a hearty laugh, Old Chen, under the wide-eyed stares of the youngsters around him, opened Sir Morphy's treasure chest and pulled out the luxurious and powerful Cold Tooth Blade.
Before Old Chen had a chance to properly admire this masterwork of slaughter from Nordtof, his private messages exploded.
At least twenty-five people were trying to negotiate a private deal with Professor Chen.
Everyone knew Old Chen was an admin player who didn't partake in combat, so such a good weapon in his hands would surely be...
"Hmph"
Old Chen snorted and dismissively waved his hand at the crowd, then strapped the elegant noble's sword to his waist in full view of everyone.
