The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 306. The Silver Honey Heist

After Mathilda left in a dazed state, Tyler and the others resumed their work. The basket full of herbs was a sign of their successful gathering, so they decided to return to the village to store everything. After placing the herbs in Catherine’s house and taking a short rest, they set out once again, ready for another day of gathering.

It had been five days since the start of the Gathering Week, with only two days remaining. To maximize their chances of finding rare herbs, they decided to take a different route this time.

They collected some herbs. As they walked through the dense forest, Catherine suddenly gasped and pointed at a tree.

"Wow... Silver Honey!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Tyler followed her gaze and saw a honeycomb glowing with a pure silver sheen, hanging from the thick branches of an old tree. The air around it shimmered faintly, as if charged with energy.

"Silver Honey?" Tyler tilted his head, intrigued.

Gina nodded, her tone filled with reverence. "Yeah, it’s made by Silver Bees. The best thing about Silver Honey is that it strengthens the mind. I remember a story about a dumb kid in the village—after eating just a little of this honey, he became a genius. He could memorize anything instantly."

Catherine nodded eagerly. "It’s a priceless treasure. If we take even a small amount, it is worthy."

Tyler frowned as he observed the honeycomb. "That’s great and all... but how do we get it? Those Silver Bees look dangerous."

The girls exchanged glances before all turning to look at Tyler.

"...No. Absolutely not," Tyler said, stepping back. "I already know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no."

Catherine pouted. "But you’re the only one strong enough to—"

"Nope."

Gina suddenly leaned close, whispering something in his ear, "If you do this... you can use our other hole tonight."

The other girls turned bright red but nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

Tyler’s eyes widened slightly before he cleared his throat.

"...Alright. Say no more."

Without hesitation, he ran toward the tree, determination burning in his eyes. But before he could even get close, a single Silver Bee zipped through the air and stung his hand.

"Ahh! Damn it!" Tyler yelped, immediately retreating. He examined his hand carefully. "It’s not poisoned, right?"

Catherine shook her head, trying to hold back a laugh. "No, but it stings pretty bad, doesn’t it?"

She quickly pulled out some leaves from her basket, crushed them into a paste, and gently applied it to Tyler’s hand. A cooling sensation spread over his skin, soothing the pain instantly.

Tyler flexed his fingers. "Huh, that works fast."

Catherine smiled. "Now, are you ready to try again?"

Tyler sighed, glancing at the tree again. "Fine... but this time, I’m going in prepared."

Tyler glanced up at the shimmering silver honeycomb hanging from the tree, rubbing his still-stinging hand. The bees buzzed angrily around it, their sharp stingers glistening in the light.

"Is there any herb, powder, or something that can repel these bees?" Tyler asked, hoping for an easy solution.

Catherine hummed in thought before reaching into her pouch and pulling out a small wooden vial. "Well... there are some repellents, but right now, we only have something that does the opposite."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Opposite?"

"This one attracts bees." Catherine grinned sheepishly, shaking the vial.

Tyler’s expression darkened. "You trying to kill your husband?"

"Who’s your husband?!" Catherine blushed furiously, hugging the vial to her chest.

Gina, watching their exchange with amusement, interjected, "How about we bring other people to help?"

"No," Tyler rejected immediately. "If we bring more people, we’ll have to divide the honey. Less people, more rewards."

The girls nodded in understanding. Tyler sighed, mentally preparing himself.

"Alright... We’re taking a chunk," he finally declared.

"Huh?" The girls tilted their heads in confusion.

A few minutes later, Tyler had wrapped himself in multiple layers of clothing, covering every inch of exposed skin. A basket was strapped over his head like a helmet. His movements were slow and deliberate as he approached the tree.

A few bees started buzzing around him, curious but not aggressive—yet.

Tyler ignored them and carefully raised his knife, slicing off a small chunk of the honeycomb.

The second it hit the ground, the bees went berserk.

"RUN!"

Without hesitation, Tyler yanked the cork from the vial Catherine had given him and poured the bee-attracting liquid onto a cloth. He waved it wildly as he bolted away from the tree, drawing the swarm with him.

Meanwhile, the girls darted forward and grabbed the fallen chunk of honeycomb.

"Alright, Catherine, take it back to your house," Gina instructed. "We’ll meet Tyler at the agreed spot."

"Why me?" Catherine pouted, crossing her arms.

"Because it’s your house. Besides, don’t worry—we won’t eat him without you," Gina teased with a mischievous smirk before whispering under her breath, Probably...

Catherine rolled her eyes and hurried back to the village, carrying their prize.

Meanwhile, Tyler sprinted through the forest, the furious bees hot on his trail. His lungs burned, and his legs ached, but he knew stopping wasn’t an option.

As planned, he flung the soaked cloth onto a rock, tricking the bees into swarming around it. Without wasting another second, he leaped into a nearby river.

The cool water engulfed him, soothing his body as he swam effortlessly away from danger.

Huh... I’m a pretty good swimmer, he thought absentmindedly, slicing through the water with surprising ease. Feels natural.

Soon, he arrived at the rendezvous point. The girls were already there, waiting for him.

"It looks like Catherine will take some time to get here," Gina observed, watching Tyler emerge from the water.

She smirked and took a step closer, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "You’re soaking wet... How about we warm you up with our body heat?"

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Back in the village, Catherine had safely stored the honeycomb and was about to leave when she noticed something unusual—many villagers had returned early.

Several were wounded.

A cold sense of dread washed over her. "W-what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Mathilda - who is now Leon—who was now once again disguised as a man—stepped forward with a grim expression.

"A Silver Wolf," he said gravely. "A single one appeared, but that was enough. Many villagers were injured, and some..." He trailed off. "Some didn’t make it."

Catherine’s heart clenched.

"No... My friends are still out there!" she gasped, turning toward the forest in alarm.

Leon placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "Don’t worry. We’ve spread the word and told everyone to return immediately. They’ll come back. Also no one is allowed outside anymore."

Leon is ’husband’ of Village chief. So they have to obey ’his’ words.

Despite his reassurance, Catherine’s eyes remained locked on the outside, her heart pounding in fear.

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Back in the forest, Tyler was not dripping wet anymore. It was girls who are dripping wet...

Tyler is exploring each and every hole of the girls.

They were near a secluded area. They were leaning against the tree and got explored by Tyler, they tried their best to supress their moans.

"Catherine is gonna throw tantrums." Gina laughed. As she weakly walked near the river to wash herself.

The other girls are still going at it.

Just as Tyler enjoying each girls who are taking turns, they suddenly heard a howl in distance.

Everyone froze in shock. They hugged Tyler in fear.

"A Beast?" Tyler closed his eyes and tried to listen carefully.

Every instinct in Tyler body screamed that something was wrong.

The girls fell silent, glancing at each other nervously.

"What was that...?" one of them whispered.

Another howl.

This time, it was closer.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. Something’s coming.

Tyler’s heart pounded as he took cautious steps toward the river, his instincts screaming at him.

"You girls, quickly dress up and stay here," he ordered before moving ahead.

The moment he reached the clearing, his breath caught in his throat.

The naked Gina stood frozen beside the river, her face pale with terror. Just a few feet in front of her was a massive Silver Wolf, easily her height, its fur gleaming under the moonlight. A long scar marred its left eye, a testament to battles fought and survived.

Tyler clenched his fists. A Silver Wolf? Here? It’s not winter yet though.

Gina turned her head slightly and caught sight of Tyler. Relief flickered in her eyes, but it was quickly drowned by sheer fear.

She wanted to scream—to call out for help—but her throat tightened, trapping her voice.

Then, in that split second, Gina’s gaze met Tyler’s.

The Silver Wolf snarled and growled at her.

A icy mist appeared and froze her into ice statue.

It bit her head in one bite and lifted her. Then it shook left and right.

A crunch sound resonated.

Her headless Ice body flew and fell before Tyler’s feet.