The Rich Cultivator
Chapter 232. Finally Caught

Chapter 232: 232. Finally Caught

The next morning, a sharp knock echoed through the door. Isha opened it to find a disheveled Lily, a blanket draped over her head, her eyes half-closed with sleep.

"Tsk... that mofo inside totally forgot about me," Lily grumbled.

"Mofo?" Isha asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Motherf****," Lily clarified bluntly, her tone laced with irritation.

"Oh, she’s my friend. Let her in," Tyler called out from inside.

As Lily stepped in, her sharp eyes began scanning the room. She then went to cupboard and look at the drugs.

"Did you find anything?" Lily asked.

Tyler turned his head towards Isha.

Isha started explaining "Roel brings me drugs every time he visits. I sell them for him. Somehow, he manages to get plenty of rare ones..."

Lily raised an eyebrow, smirking "Wow, Tyler’s skills in bed must be amazing. You just snitched on your husband that easily."

"Why? You never tried it?" Isha retorted.

Lily froze.

"You really didn’t try it?" She looked at her ’Shock’.

Lily glared at Tyler like it was all his fault.

"Even a girl he met yesterday... " Lily gritted her teeth.

"Well there are some reason why she hate her husband." Tyler immediately changed the topic.

Isha’s expression hardened slightly, but her voice softened. "He’s my husband, but for the past few years, he..."

Before Isha could finish, Lily interrupted, spotting something beneath a cupboard. "Wait, what’s this?" She pulled out a piece of leather stored in a hidden compartment.

"These are some Leathers... I am not sure what type of leathers these are...," Isha admitted, frowning.

"That’s Abyss Vegan Leather," Tyler said, stepping closer to inspect it.

Lily added, "Even though it’s called ’vegan,’ it’s actually made from the petals of flower monsters found in the Abyss. Each petal is worth at least a hundred thousand Lydia."

Isha’s eyes widened in disbelief. "A hundred thousand? For just one?" She took a deep breath, trying to process the staggering value of the material.

Tyler picked up one petal, carefully examining it. Then, he picked up another. His brow furrowed slightly.

"You noticed it, right?" Lily asked through divine sense, her words echoing directly in his mind.

"Yeah," Tyler replied, also using divine sense. "There’s a scratch on this petal, and the same scratch is in the exact spot on the other one. These aren’t separate petals; they’re duplicates."

"That confirms it," Lily said. "Roel is our target. He’s the one who has the artifact that can copy items."

Tyler nodded, setting the petals down carefully. His mind raced.

The artifact Roel possessed wasn’t just valuable; it was dangerous in the wrong hands. The ability to duplicate rare and expensive items could destabilize entire economies if used recklessly. And some people would notice it and track them back.

This is why Tyler never recklessly uses his Copper pot.

"What’s the plan?" Lily asked, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed.

"We need to capture him," Tyler said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Isha, still trying to process everything, looked between them with wide eyes. "What are you talking about? Roel... capture my husband?"

"Yes, sweetie," Lily said with a teasing smirk.

To both their surprise, Isha straightened and said, "I’ll help."

"What?" Lily blinked, her astonishment evident. "You’ll help us capture your own husband?"

"In exchange..." Isha’s cheeks reddened, but her gaze remained steady. She looked at Tyler and said, "I want you to use the amnesia drug on me and... treat me as your pet."

Lily’s jaw dropped for a moment before she burst out laughing. "Wow... You’d pair perfectly with Mathilda."

Tyler, despite himself, nodded in agreement, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief.

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Knock knock knock.

Isha opened the door cautiously, only for Roel to shove her aside and stride into the house.

He carried something large, covered in cloth, and placed it carefully in the corner of the room. Isha didn’t dare approach it. The last time she had touched one of his mysterious items out of curiosity, he had beaten her severely.

Roel rummaged through the shelf, grabbing a small drug wrapped in leather, and lit it with a quick flick of his wrist. Taking a deep drag, he exhaled with a long sigh.

"Ahhh..." he muttered, his tension easing as the smoke filled the room.

Isha hesitated before sitting down beside him, hoping to speak. Before she could say a word, Roel’s foot shot out, kicking her hard.

"You filthy beast!" he snarled. "How many times have I told you not to touch me with your disgusting hands?"

Isha recoiled, backing away with trembling fingers. Her eyes darkened, but she remained silent.

"Huh? What’s that look for? Are you in heat or something?" Roel scoffed, taking another drag. "I don’t have time for your nonsense. I’m already drowning in enough problems as it is. Just stay away from me."

He checked his watch, and a holographic image of a woman appeared.

"Don’t worry, darling," Roel said, his voice softening. "I’ll deliver all the leathers today, just like I promised."

The woman on the screen smiled sweetly. "Good. Don’t keep me waiting."

After they exchanged a few more flowery words, the call disconnected.

Turning back to Isha, Roel sneered. "See that? Even though polygamy’s common, women like her don’t want to share their men with beasts. You should be thankful I haven’t thrown you out yet."

He leaned back, his tone dripping with bitterness. "Hmph. My brother lives it up at the academy, and I’m stuck here as an assistant professor. Tsk. But not for long... Everything will change soon."

Suddenly, his head spun. His vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness overtook him.

"Did I overdose?" he murmured, staring at the half-burned cigar in his hand.

Then, the object covered in cloth began to vibrate.

Roel’s eyes widened in panic. He turned to Isha, who now looked at him with a cold, detached expression.

"You... traitor—" he choked out, trying to rise, but his legs gave out beneath him.

As he slumped to the floor, he reached desperately toward the vibrating object, but Isha was faster. She stepped forward and seized it with both hands.

Roel’s fading vision caught the sight of her, holding his prized possession with a triumphant smirk.

The last thing he saw before succumbing to unconsciousness was a young man walking through the door, pulling his wife into a kiss and taking the treasure from her hands.

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