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 entirely

the region's geography. The subtropical climate, abundant

deeply

However, humans had to survive, and nature had its own logic. One couldn't ask a tiger not to eat the rabbit as it would starve to

animals, particularly from an ecological and medical standpoint,

against eating raw dishes like

creatures, if not cooked properly, could carry risks. It was the

easily stopped. In fact, Wynter had long heard stories about people in Colifernia consuming monkey

again on

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

came up, he would definitely investigate these farmers' markets. After all, it was common knowledge that many major pandemics in

human contact with monkeys. Syphilis also traced its roots to foreign

I'll take that black serpent. How much is it?"

The wild animals here

any viruses, they

a large market likely wasn't the only one selling wild

authorities were regulating it, the vendors would continue selling

black serpent. "Why this one? It's quite fierce. It almost

Wynter replied cryptically.

attempt to transform into a dragon. The intense resentment it harbored toward

and wasn't particularly impressed by such creatures. The previous one, after causing some trouble, had eventually settled down and was now

more diligent than anyone else, even putting in overtime occasionally. Oscar found it odd to hear Wynter mentioning fate. "Most people

it, are you?" he asked while working with his stuff. "But it is pretty fierce. If you don't have much experience in

need.

nodded. "Alright, then I'll lift the lid now. Be

so-called overly aggressive serpent immediately raised its head,

forked tongue flicked menacingly, and its fangs could faintly be

eyes with Dalton. In an instant, it collapsed

kneel, its current posture

eyes in disbelief. "Am I imagining

wanted to reassure him that the serpent was indeed trembling. Even she was puzzled. She thought her cultivation had skyrocketed recently and was now so powerful that this would-be dragon

glanced over at Dalton and quietly asked, "Is it scared of me? Am I really

into a smile. It was obvious

hint of mischief, he replied, "Who else could it be afraid of? Don't doubt yourself. After

interrupted him, "I also have a

agreement. "That's why I

was pleased. "Call me Master from now

high spirits.

Wynter was ready to pay. "Sir, I'll take

"No! Don't sell me to these two! I'd rather stay

serpent, Oscar couldn't understand Slithernis a language spoken

you seem like a nice lady, I'll give it to you for two thousand." Then, he continued,

Wynter instinctively reached out to touch the black serpent, but Dalton stopped her hand

Let's have professionals handle it later." Lowering his voice, he added, "Besides, haven't

decided to have this whole place thoroughly inspected

a comprehensive inspection. I'm worried

pandemic."

their conversation, and neither of them would be foolish enough to discuss such matters

in public.

"We'll come back for it after everything

"And we'll need to disinfect ourselves, too, especially since we're meeting with Mr.

Senior later."