Chapter 40
As Clayton stared in one direction, he unconsciously rubbed his eyes, as if trying to confirm whether what he was seeing was real. After blinking several times and checking again, he was finally convinced—he wasn’t hallucinating.
"Damn! Is this what happens when your farming skill levels up?" he exclaimed in disbelief, a grin spreading across his face.
In front of him was a stack of mysterious ice stones, nearly identical in appearance. The differences were subtle—probably due to slight inconsistencies in the freezing process. Normally, no one could tell which ones held something valuable and which were empty—at least, not with the naked eye.
But thanks to his Observation and Farmer’s Intuition entrys, Clayton could faintly sense that a few of these ordinary-looking stones contained something worthwhile.
As he stood lost in thought, a cheerful voice called out to him.
"Good afternoon, brother! Interested in trying your luck with a mystery ice stone? Give it a shot! With a fresh and handsome face like yours, I bet fortune’s smiling on you!"
The shopkeeper—a rotund man with a silver tongue—praised Clayton in a warm and persuasive tone.
Clayton raised an eyebrow but replied casually,
"No thanks, brother. Just browsing for now."
The shopkeeper nodded, unbothered, and swiftly turned to other customers, showering them with even more colorful praise.
Clayton was mildly impressed by the man’s eloquence. His flattery was smooth, bordering on theatrical.