"Holy sh*t! Seriously? Brother, tell me more!"
"It's this jar shop right here. It's full of them. You just walk in, pay the Mora, and you can open one. There's all kinds of stuff inside, even Visions! I don't know the specifics, though. The Millelith have already cordoned off the area, so we can't get in. I heard all this from Zhang."
"What about Zhang?"
"Zhang got arrested by the Millelith for using Elemental energy in Liyue, causing property damage, and endangering the public."
"..."
"I really want to go in, but with the Millelith blocking the way, it's impossible. If I could just get inside, I'd find out more. They're in there talking to someone right now. Who knows what they're saying?"
"Well, obviously! With something this big happening, they had to lock it down. A small jar shop selling Visions? It's unbelievable. You know as well as I do that Visions aren't something you can just buy. Even if someone wanted to sell you one, it wouldn't work."
"Exactly. Who is this shopkeeper anyway? To let a Vision just walk out the door like that... isn't he taking a massive loss?"
"Maybe the owner didn't know it was in there?"
"Are you kidding me? The items in the jars had to be put there by the owner. How could a Vision get in there otherwise? He definitely knew."
"Setting aside how he did it, how big is this guy's heart? Selling a Vision like it's nothing... does he not know what it's worth?"
"Who knows? If he's capable of selling Visions, maybe this kind of thing isn't a big deal to him. I mean, even Lady Ningguang can't just sell a Vision."
"I wonder how much the jars cost. I want to open one too."
"No idea. We'll find out once we can ask. I'm actually jealous of Zhang. That gambling addict loves taking risks, and this time he really hit the jackpot with that dog-sh*t luck of his."
"Yeah, I'm envious too. When will the Millelith lift the blockade?"
...
Pedestrians crowded around the entrance of the jar shop, their eyes glued to the Millelith guards as they gossiped excitedly.
Disbelief, shock, surprise, and excitement were written on every face.
Many wanted to rush in and see for themselves, but the Millelith stood firm, blocking the entrance and preventing anyone from crossing the line.
They could only wait outside, counting the minutes until the guards left.
Meanwhile, inside the shop.
A handsome young man, appearing to be around seventeen or eighteen, stood in a simple long robe, looking at the Millelith officer before him with a speechless expression.
I'm just selling jars, he thought. Is it really necessary to lock down my shop?
So someone opened a Vision. What's all the fuss about?
Honestly.
"I say, when are you guys going to leave? I still have business to attend to," Felix said, his face expressionless as he looked from the guards at the door to the ones standing in his shop. "You can't just stop me from doing business, can you?"
"My apologies, but we are acting on orders from above to maintain order here," the Millelith officer replied, looking a bit awkward. "Sir, you must realize the commotion you've caused is too great. If a crowd were to rush in now, there could be a stampede. We need to wait for our superior to arrive and assess the situation. Please rest assured, we won't make things difficult for you."
He couldn't afford to offend a shopkeeper who sold Visions.
As he spoke, the officer glanced at the shelves behind Felix, where row upon row of jars were displayed.
According to Felix—and Zhang's testimony—you simply bought a jar, smashed it, and took what was inside.
The whole thing shattered his worldview.
Visions can be traded?
But when Zhang had released that burst of Pyro energy, he had been silenced.
He didn't understand any of it, so he had to wait for his superiors. Until then, he would treat Felix with the utmost politeness.
"Fine," Felix nodded. Seeing the officer's polite demeanor, he didn't want to make things difficult for him. He was just following orders, after all.
Thinking of Zhang, Felix was a little surprised himself. He hadn't expected that guy to actually pull a Vision. His luck was truly something else.
It was a pity that he'd been arrested immediately for misuse of property and destruction. Felix wondered how that would play out.
But he still had plenty of jars left.
A thought occurred to him, and he looked at the Millelith officer. "Brother, care to crack a jar? There's a chance to get a Vision inside."
Since there were no customers, he might as well pitch to the guards.
After all, his jars really did contain Visions.
The officer's heart skipped a beat. "How much is one of your jars, Boss?"
He knew he probably couldn't afford a jar that contained a Vision—how could such a thing be cheap?—but it didn't hurt to ask.
Earlier, his questions had been about the incident with Zhang, not the specifics of Felix's business.
"Ten thousand Mora for a common jar," Felix said with a light smile. "Common jars contain all sorts of things. Visions aren't even the most precious items in there; there are things far more valuable. The odds are just low. With good luck, you could get a Vision. With bad luck, you might just get a Qingxin flower or some other odd trinket."
"..." The officer stared at him.
Ten thousand Mora. As expected, it wasn't cheap.
He shook his head. "I can't afford that. Forget it."
An ordinary person's monthly wage was only a few thousand Mora. His entire life's savings didn't add up to ten thousand.
He had a wife and children to support. He could only save a tiny amount each month. Where would he get the money for a jar?
And Felix had said it himself: opening jars was pure luck. You could lose, or you could win big. He didn't believe he had the kind of luck needed to pull a Vision.
It was basically gambling, and that was something he absolutely could not touch.
If it were another merchant, he might have been interested. But for ordinary people like him, spending money on an unknown jar was a risk they wouldn't take. They simply didn't believe they would be the one to win the so-called Vision.
"A pity," Felix said, not pushing the issue.
The price of his jars was indeed high for the average person, and these were just the common ones.
However, for those chasing power and status, they would buy his jars without hesitation.
Ten thousand Mora was nothing to a wealthy merchant. For the chance to obtain a Vision and transcend the status of a commoner? That was a bargain of a lifetime.