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

Chapter 1706 Rituals for the Gods

Wynter took a few steps closer to the river, intending to inspect further.

However, Dalton, who was standing beside her, grabbed her arm firmly. "There's something there."

Wynter followed his gaze. She had to admit, Dalton had incredible vision. Even from this distance, he had spotted a piece of golden parchment pinned under a stone near the water's edge.

Wynter frowned. "Has someone been burning parchment here?"

The golden parchment was commonly used in funerary rites or ancestral worship, and it certainly wasn't something one would expect to find in a place like this. And, judging by the parchment's condition, it didn't seem like it originated here.

She bent down to pick up the parchment and inspected it before turning to the others. "Balmond, did anyone check the mountains?"

The mountains?

Balmond shook his head. "This river doesn't flow down from the mountains."

But it might as well be a mountain stream during heavy

spot. "Do you see these marks? This area was clearly scoured by water. Look into the weather records was there

remember it vividly. The rain that day was torrential, and the wind was howling! I couldn't control it—it wasn't my doing! That stall owner came

now that I think about it... the river changed after that rainstorm! Could this be what

black serpent. Despite its awakened intelligence, it was obvious it hadn't

nod, Wynter instructed,

water's problem. The golden parchment didn't seem like it had been burned here but instead looked like it had been carried downstream. Wynter was almost certain that the water's issue came from

although the mountain wasn't particularly tall, its proximity

stares. It was unusual for outsiders to come to this area, especially during the

the more uneasy she felt. It was an instinctual discomfort, like something primal warning

pinpoint the source of the feeling, a man, Martin Clove, stepped out to block their path. "This is not a tourist spot. If you're here for fun,

Martin. "We're

his chest puffed up. "This mountain may not be tall, but

have cash on me. How about this? If you let

his shoulder. "I'll think about bringing you guys in