The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 310. A Familiar Voice

Tyler sat comfortably in Catherine’s house, his fingers idly tracing the wooden surface of the table. It had been a strange couple of days, and Catherine, to his relief, hadn’t pressed him for details about what had happened at the Village Chief’s house.

A day had passed, and today, something much more important occupied his mind—the jar of Silver Honey he had obtained from the Silver Honey Bees.

With a sense of anticipation, he carefully pried open the jar. The thick, silver-colored honey gleamed under the light, its consistency smooth and rich. A sweet, intoxicating aroma wafted into the air, immediately making his mouth water.

Catherine, who was sitting beside him, had her own wooden spoon ready. She had been just as curious about the honey as he was.

Tyler dipped his spoon into the shimmering substance, scooping out a small amount. Catherine did the same.

They exchanged a brief glance before placing the honey into their mouths.

The moment the honey touched his tongue, Tyler’s eyes fluttered shut. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted. It wasn’t just sweet—it was the perfect kind of sweetness. Not overwhelming, not cloying, but utterly natural and pure. It carried subtle floral undertones, a hint of something earthy and warm.

Beside him, Catherine let out a small, satisfied hum.

The sensation wasn’t just limited to taste—it spread through his entire being. His mind, which had been clouded with exhaustion, suddenly felt clear. It was as if every heavy thought had been washed away, leaving behind a refreshing sharpness. His limbs felt lighter, his body more awake and energized.

It was revitalizing.

Tyler opened his eyes, blinking in mild astonishment. "This... this is incredible."

Catherine nodded slowly, still savoring the taste. "I feel like my entire body just woke up. And my mind feel lightened."

Tyler stretched his fingers, flexing them as if testing his newfound energy. "It’s like... a full-body refresh. I feel more alive than ever."

Catherine giggled, setting down her spoon. "If we sold this, We could even buy a house."

Tyler immediately frowned, shaking his head. "No way. We’re keeping it."

Catherine tilted her head at him. "You don’t even want to sell a little? This stuff could change our lives."

Tyler crossed his arms. "And if we sell it, people are going to come after us for more. It’s not something we can just trade freely. This kind of thing... it’s best if we keep it for ourselves."

Catherine sighed but smiled. "You’re right. It is too good to share. And honestly... I’d rather have it for us."

Tyler smirked. "See? You do agree with me."

Catherine rolled her eyes but then gasped slightly. "Ah! I almost forgot! I have to deliver some herbs to old man Wilfred’s house. I promised I’d bring them today."

She quickly stood up, dusting off her skirt.

Tyler watched her, amused. "In a hurry, huh?"

Catherine leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Don’t eat without me, okay?"

Tyler chuckled and nodded. "I won’t."

Satisfied, Catherine grabbed a small bag of herbs and rushed out the door.

The moment she left, silence filled the house.

Tyler glanced at the jar of Silver Honey.

His fingers twitched.

She did say not to eat without her...

But technically, she wasn’t here right now.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his lips.

He grabbed the spoon, scooped up a generous amount of the honey, and placed it in his mouth.

The instant it hit his tongue, a wave of sheer bliss overtook him.

His body shuddered slightly as he leaned back against the chair, his breath hitching.

A deep, satisfied moan escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

"Oh... gods..."

This was divine.

Every nerve in his body tingled with pleasure, his muscles relaxed, and for a moment, it felt like he was floating.

Catherine arrived at Wilfred’s house, where the old man sat outside playing with his granddaughter. The little girl giggled as she ran in circles, her tiny feet kicking up small clouds of dust.

Wilfred looked up, surprised to see Catherine standing there with the bag of herbs in hand. His wrinkled face broke into a teasing grin.

"You usually forget about my orders, girl. What’s gotten into you today?" He let out a hearty chuckle. "Could it be that now that you’ve got yourself a man, you’ve suddenly become diligent?"

Catherine’s face turned red instantly. "I—I just happened to remember, that’s all," she stammered, avoiding his amused gaze.

Wilfred laughed louder, but Catherine quickly realized why she had remembered so clearly. It was the Silver Honey.

It wasn’t just refreshing—it had enhanced her mind. No wonder the memory had surfaced so naturally.

She decided not to explain, simply smiling as she crouched down to play with Wilfred’s granddaughter for a few minutes before handing him the herbs.

After chatting for a short while, she bid them farewell and started heading home.

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Meanwhile, at Catherine’s house...

Tyler, still savoring the lingering taste of Silver Honey on his tongue, leaned back in his chair, his mind sharper than ever. The clarity was overwhelming, yet exhilarating.

But then—something happened.

A flood of memories crashed into his mind, raw and vivid.

Scenes of the past, erased from his consciousness, suddenly resurfaced.

He saw himself, Catherine, Gina, and three other herb-gathering girls in the forest, laughing, talking, growing closer. They had been more than friends, sharing intimate moments during their journeys into the wilderness.

Then came the attack.

A monstrous Silver Winter Wolf, its icy breath chilling the air, had ambushed them.

The memory shook him to his core as he relived the terror. He saw Gina and the other three girls perish in front of him, they turned into ice Statues and shattered into pieces.

Then, just as suddenly, the memory shifted.

He saw himself waking up in the village, disoriented, confused.

Something was wrong.

Catherine , the villagers acted as if they had always been there. As if nothing had happened.

And worse—Tyler realized that their memories, including his - had been altered.

He saw Gina and the other three girls alive again. But he acted like nothing happened.

His eyes shot open, his body covered in sweat. He wasn’t in his chair anymore—he had collapsed onto the floor.

His breathing was ragged, his heart hammering in his chest.

He glanced at the jar of Silver Honey, now half-empty.

"Oh no..." he muttered, realization dawning on him. Catherine is going to kill me.

As if that wasn’t enough to panic over, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Don’t worry. She won’t. We can fill it back up."

Tyler stiffened, his eyes darting around the room.

"Who’s there?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

Silence.

Then—

"Shh... don’t shout. Talk inside your mind, okay?"

The voice resonated directly in his head.

"If it realizes that you restored some memories, it will try to erase them again."

Tyler’s breath hitched.

"It?" he asked hesitantly, his thoughts now directed inward.

"The village," the voice replied.

A chill ran down Tyler’s spine.

The village itself?

He struggled to make sense of it. How could an entire village manipulate memories? How could it make people forget their past and replace it with false truths?

And more importantly—

Why?

His fists clenched as he whispered in his mind, "Who are you? Where are you?"

The voice giggled.

"Mana’s name is Mana..."

A pause.

"Mana is inside you."

Tyler froze.

His eyes widened, and—

He immediately slapped his hands over his backside.

"Wait—inside me?! What the hell—"

The voice giggled harder.

"Huh? Stop touching your butt... Not that inside..."

Tyler groaned, his face burning.

Whoever—or whatever—this Mana was, they clearly had a sense of humor.

But despite the ridiculous exchange, he couldn’t ignore the bigger picture.

Something was seriously wrong with this village.

And if Mana was telling the truth, then the danger was far greater than he could have ever imagined.

Tyler took a deep breath, his mind still racing from the revelations Mana had just dropped on him.

A village that could erase memories? A mysterious voice inside his head claiming to know the truth?

And now... he had to refill the Silver Honey?

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to focus.

"First, let’s fill up the honey again," Mana’s voice chimed in his mind, sounding completely at ease.

Tyler blinked. "Huh? How?"

"It’s simple," Mana said with a teasing lilt. "Take out your copper pot and your copper ladle."

Tyler frowned. "What does that have to do with honey?"

"Just trust Mana~" the voice sang. "And hurry before Catherine comes back and catches you red-handed."

Tyler’s stomach twisted. Right. If Catherine saw the half-empty jar, she’d probably wring his neck.

Without wasting more time, he scrambled to the storage box in the corner of the room and dug through the items. It didn’t take long before he pulled out the copper pot—one that belongs to him. Then, he found the copper ladle resting beside it.

"Okay, I got them. Now what?"

"Simple... Pour the white liquid in the hole..."

"huh?"

"huh?"