The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1701 The Mystery of the Farmers' Market

Wynter slipped her phone back into her pocket, her gaze shifting to Dalton. "I'm his savior. Back when he was abroad, I saved him when he nearly lost his life. Besides, he's highly capable and is the best choice for investigating this matter."

Dalton nodded thoughtfully. "His savior, huh? Mrs. Yarwood really does cover all bases. Looks like I'd better follow Grandpa's advice and marry you soon-maybe even move into your place. Otherwise, who knows how many more 'my lovely Ms. Quinnell's' will pop up in the future?"

Wynter shot him a glare but suddenly remembered something.

She immediately instructed her team pull surveillance footage from the farmers' market and look for anyone who had been visiting regularly to buy large quantities of groceries.

These tasks were originally meant for Wolf to handle. However, to expedite the search for anyone connected to the Winston family, Wynter decided to have him stick close to Logan instead. She had a lingering sense of unease that his troubles weren't over yet.

As for the farmers' market, it needed a thorough investigation. Wynter didn't believe a foreigner would casually spend their time wandering there. There had to be a reason.

She quickly issued another order. "Monitor the farmers' market closely. Report anything suspicious immediately." After giving her instructions, Wynter walked a few steps further into the market. Pretending to be a shopper, she approached a vendor and asked, "Miss, have you noticed any foreigners shopping here recently? Do you recall seeing anyone like that?"

The vendor, busy with customers, waved her off dismissively. "No, none at all."

Just then, Wynter froze-not because of the vendor she was speaking to, but because of a nearby stall. The items being sold there weren't the usual produce you'd find in other cities or on the market. These were unique to the area-all unmistakably wild animals. There were snakes, bamboo rats, otters, and civets.

The civets stood out in particular. In regions north of the Amberflow River, they were almost unheard of as food. All these animals were crammed together in cages, many of them weak and barely alive, emitting an unpleasant odor.

The snakes, at least, were spared this indignity, kept separately in buckets of water. Yet, one snake in particular caught Wynter's attention a sleek, jet-black serpent, flicking its tongue with an air of eerie resentment.

Wynter paused, her gaze lingering on the scene.

The stall owner, Oscar Noctis, noticed her interest and immediately grew wary, yanking a cloth down to cover the cages. "Don't stare if you're not buying!"

Wynter let out a light laugh. "At a farmers' market? Of course, I'm here to buy. What's the point of hiding it now? I've already seen everything."

Oscar eyed her suspiciously. She didn't seem like a government official, more like some scion. "Oh? I didn't know pretty young ladies these days are into eating this sort of thing too."

Wynter spoke only half of the truth. "It's not for me. My dad-he's the one with the taste for it."

Oscar still didn't relax entirely. "Your accent... You don't sound local," he remarked, his gaze shifting to Dalton." And him? He looks even less like one of us. Tall, in a sharp suit... He doesn't really fit in around here."

Dalton indeed didn't belong in a place like this, and for good reason-everyone knew he was a clean freak. And he couldn't stand the odor these wild animals were emanating.

Other men might keep a cat as a conversation starter. It would be the perfect excuse to say, "Why don't you come over and see my cat?"

But Dalton? Not a chance. He couldn't even stand a cat's scent.

Back in the day, even Wolf-an Ancient Beast-wasn't spared. He had grabbed him with a handkerchief and tossed him straight into the river, commanding him to properly wash his fur.

So, it wasn't hard to imagine his current mood as he stood amidst this scene. His face, while still undeniably handsome and refined, carried a trace of distaste that deepened every time he raised an eyebrow.

If not for Wynter, it was safe to say that Dalton wouldn't have set foot here in 100 lifetimes. The odors alone were unbearable to him. And there were also the caged animals...

Dalton absentmindedly twirled the bracelet with his fingers. To him, this was the result of humanity's resentful energy.

Wynter, herself a cultivator, could sense it as well. From the moment they entered the market, something had felt off to her.

Now, as her eyes swept over the wild animals' cages, she understood the source of the unease-this place reeked of resentment. It wasn't uncommon for slaughterhouses to be hotspots of such energy, but this level of intensity was unusual.

It definitely had something to do with the black serpent.

Wynter chuckled. "My boyfriend hasn't seen these before. He is just accompanying me. Again, I'm here to buy." Oscar, noticing their obvious closeness, hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously. "Miss, I won't hide it from you, I thought your boyfriend was here for an inspection. A while ago, the authorities came by."

He sighed before continuing, "What can we do? We're from the south. We live off the mountains and rivers, and we've had this food culture for generations. It's hard to change."

words were not

geography. The

eating, while deeply ingrained, also carried risks

hang in the air. She understood the natural world had its rules. However, humans had to survive, and

wild animals, particularly from an ecological and medical standpoint, could be very

including parasites. This was why doctors advised against eating raw

and freshwater creatures, if not cooked properly, could carry risks. It was the same logic as

stopped. In fact, Wynter had

falling once again on the black cloth that

sudden realization struck her. It couldn't be a coincidence

these farmers' markets. After all, it was common knowledge that many major pandemics in history had originated from animals-whether caused by natural

for example it originally spread from human contact with monkeys. Syphilis

that black serpent. How much is it?" Wynter

already made up her mind. The wild

that if there were any viruses, they might be lurking within these animals. She knew

wasn't

the authorities were regulating it, the vendors would continue selling them,

that Wynter wanted the black serpent. "Why this one? It's quite fierce. It almost bit me last time, but luckily, it wasn't

special," Wynter replied cryptically. "Maybe it's

wasn't mistaken, this was likely a serpent that had failed in its attempt to transform into a dragon.

impressed by such creatures. The previous one, after causing some trouble, had eventually settled down and was

had seen prosperous and stable weather ever since. Likely, it feared Wolf might swallow it whole again, so it had become more diligent than anyone else, even putting in

is pretty

"No need. I'll take

lift

the so-called overly aggressive serpent

body. Its forked tongue flicked menacingly, and its fangs could faintly be

locked eyes with Dalton. In an instant, it collapsed

kneel, its current posture

rubbing his eyes in disbelief. "Am I imagining things?

was indeed trembling. Even she was puzzled. She thought her cultivation had skyrocketed recently and was now so powerful that

at Dalton and quietly asked, "Is it scared of me? Am

curved into a smile. It was obvious he

"Who else could it be afraid of? Don't doubt yourself. After all,

"I also

in agreement. "That's why I

"Call me Master

high spirits. "Yes,

ready to pay. "Sir,

sell me to these two! I'd

serpent, Oscar couldn't understand Slithernis a language spoken

like a nice lady, I'll give it to you for

when you get home." Wynter instinctively reached out to touch the black serpent, but Dalton stopped

Let's have professionals handle it later." Lowering

decided to have this whole place thoroughly

nodded. "Yes, it needs a comprehensive inspection. I'm worried this could be a

pandemic."

catch their conversation, and neither of them would be

in public.

the black serpent. "We'll come back for it after

ourselves, too, especially since we're meeting with Mr.

Senior later."