Bab 404: Sword of Kyle.

After the tenth auction item, there was a short break of ten minutes. Players of the Spellcaster Class were still mourning the loss of the book that could have greatly benefited them.

With a class that could not be further from Spellcaster, Lynch obtained it.

"Hmm, what is this? "Lynch asked as he pulled an item from his inventory. A jewel-encrusted hilt adorned the edge of the saber. At first glance, it did not look like a weapon that could be used in battle. Instead, it looked like a wall decoration.

"Young master. It is the item you got from that..." The butler hesitated for a moment, struggling to remember the player's name.

"It was that rude player who collided with you on the streets."

"Oh." Lynch snorted and tossed the weapon back into inventory. "These useless items clog up my inventory."

A wry smile crept across the butler's face. Everything his young master owned would be enough to pay his rent.