The moment the first customers stepped inside, Rowen's clear voice cut through the buzz.
"Same rule as yesterday—one batch per person. No exceptions."
Some groaned in disappointment, others nodded in understanding, but no one dared to argue. The crowd had grown too large, and everyone feared losing their chance if they caused trouble.
When their eyes fell on the neatly written signs, murmurs spread like wildfire.
"Two low-grade stones for three pieces?" a boy whispered, staring at the rare tomatoes as if they were treasure.
"That's… that's too much for me," an older woman sighed, shifting her coin pouch before glancing at the baskets of common+ vegetables. "These will do."
Rowen saw the same pattern again and again—those who came curious about the rare stock quickly backed away after hearing the price, settling for the common+ baskets. The glow was weaker but still far more potent.
