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

Chapter 1715 She Found the Reason

For an instance, Wynter wondered if she was caught in a dream or facing reality. It wasn't the first time she had such dreams, but none had felt so vivid.

She lifted her gaze and locked eyes with Dalton. His hair, slightly unkempt, added a touch of wickedness to his elegant bearing. Everything around her seemed unfamiliar, yet Wynter couldn't shake the feeling that she had experienced it before.

Several images flashed across her mind, too fleeting for her to capture even a glimpse. With her thoughts clouded, she now understood why even the strongest heroes faltered before a beautiful woman.

Dalton was acting differently than usual, and Wynter doubted anyone else could witness his unusual behavior. She could hardly think straight as the tantalizing scent of vanilla wafted toward her. Even in such moments, Dalton remained as irresistible as ever.

Wynter, ever the hedonist, might have taken the initiative had the moment been right. But a flood of images clouded her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they should be in a palace instead.

without thinking further, she halted Dalton's movements and demanded, "What's going on here?"

Dalton's gaze darkened when he recognized her reluctance. With a hand on her waist, he pulled her closer but stopped short of further intimacy. "It's exactly what you see. I'm the one marrying you."

Wynter found it hard to carry on with the conversation in such an intimate position. She could even feel their breaths growing warm against each other.

Desperate to regain her composure, she shifted her gaze to the hairpin. "It's because of the hairpin that. I was stuck in the formation, isn't it?"

Dalton only offered a vague response as he retrieved his arm. The intimate vibe between the two started to wane. Noticing the wedding dress on the ground, Wynter narrowed her eyes and asked, "What about the River God?" Despite recognizing Zhask as a dragon, she sensed no trace of him. To her surprise, the surrounding air was thick with heavenly energy-a situation she had never encountered before.

"He's dead," Dalton replied, clearly displeased that their lovely moment had been interrupted.

When Wynter frowned at his response, he added calmly, "I was abducted here. He was interested in my fortune and tried to steal it but got struck down by lightning,"

Dalton's expression remained impassive as he gave his explanation. Plus, there were burning traces of lightning, just like he said.

Logically speaking, his statement seemed plausible. After all, dragons were infamously known for stealing other's fortunes. Still, Wynter couldn't shake the feeling of loss over Zhask's death-there were so many questions she hoped to ask.

It was obvious that the rain ritual was flawed, but who was the one ordering him to perform it? What had brought him to the village? With Zhask gone, those answers seemed lost forever.

"I did ask him about it, but it turns out he had little involvement. That said, he's not entirely innocent, either," Dalton stated calmly.

Wynter arched an eyebrow, knowing that Dalton had been keeping secrets from her. Although she was skeptical about his earlier answer, she understood now wasn't the right time to discuss it.

"If the dragon has little to do with the polluted river, then there's something I've missed," Wynter mused and swiftly stood up from the waters.

Her beauty was undeniable, and her long hair and slender legs only enhanced her allure. The next second, she draped the wedding gown around her.

"That dragon has likely set up an Illusion Formation here. Come on, let's get out of this place and meet p with my

men," she urged, worrying that something might happen to Balmond, who was waiting outside.

Dalton hummed in response before glancing at the flower hairpin. Since olden days, he had never been the only one in her thoughts. Perhaps, the time had yet to come.

Dalton chuckled softly as the mist thickened, masking the surroundings into the perfect formation that Zhask might have crafted. For the crow, a mythical beast, conjuring such a disguise was child's play.

attire, there was no one in sight. The river returned to its normal

her view earlier, she hadn't noticed the river's strange alignment. Moreover, the once crystal-clear riverbed had now turned

narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze toward

a word, she noticed a monkey carcass by the riverbank and approached it. She poked a silver needle into the carcass, then drew it

for a sec, Blackie. Can you taste the water and check its

"What if I die after tasting the water, my lady? Not that I mind dying, but I need to land an official job first! I can't let my life end over

and dunked it into the water. "What are you

gurgled in the water a few times before Wynter pulled him back up. "So, how's the taste?"

villagers have been seriously ill. The ritual

the other villagers. Upon seeing Wynter standing there, Hamilton demanded angrily, "How are you awake? Where's

guess the River God is a coward, Mr. Clove.

be cured without him! It's all your fault!" Layla demanded in

it's not like you can't be cured. You put too much faith in this so-called River God and his powers, treating a mere dragon as

before you fell ill recently. But instead of questioning the water, you

"You're nothing but words. We've been drinking from the river for ages, so it's hard to believe there's anything wrong

we're left to wait for death! But

candies!" a child suddenly interjected amidst the crowd. She

child's worsening condition, Wynter walked over and ordered coldly, "Step aside. I'll

when faced with her intimidating

to check the child's pulse, while her other hand gently caressed the

acupuncture points.

orders, the villagers couldn't help exchanging uneasy glances. Eventually, Hamilton stepped forward and

was busy with the treatment

the villagers might not grasp the Special Unit's significance, they had at least

Wynter turned to Layla and

of what happened. However, Wynter caught a flicker of evasion in

no point in denying it. I wouldn't have kept

but

severity of penalties for water contamination? Especially with the river being upstream

time ago and claimed that our ritual was flawed. The Ritual of Devotion is a custom exclusive

medium claimed that sacrificing young girls wasn't enough and that we needed to place monkey carcasses by the riverbank to create a formation. We didn't trust him at first,

account and merely asked, "What

to obscure his face. Oh, but he was always accompanied

The medics will give you a thorough examination soon. And don't

nodded compliantly at her words, fearful

the mountain, she ordered Balmond to investigate nearby hospitals to see

his team for the task, Wynter turned to Dalton and said, "Come with me to

place could use a

in response. "As

already sent someone to discuss the acquisition. She intended to

your stall, Oscar? We've been here for years.

A vendor sighed.

young lady's advice. It's