The Rich Cultivator
Chapter 233. Copper Ladle

Chapter 233: 233. Copper Ladle

"Alright, here’s the plan," Tyler began, leaning back in his chair, his expression sharp with focus. "Roel has Artifact. It is kind of an alert system that triggers whenever I get near him. So, I’ll stay outside the village, far enough not to set it off. The problem is, I don’t know which direction he’ll come from."

Isha, perched comfortably on his lap, toyed with one of her long ears before speaking. "He’ll come from the west, from the direction of the town."

"Then I’ll position myself farther east," Tyler said, his voice steady. He planted a quick kiss on her lips, earning a soft blush from her.

"I’ll stay here," Lily interjected, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "If the drug doesn’t work for some reason, I’ll handle him myself."

Tyler tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, thinking aloud. "Should we slip the drug into his food or drink? That might be risky. He could notice it."

"No," Isha said thoughtfully, her gaze shifting as an idea formed. "But if we mix it with another drug... like the one he already uses..."

Tyler and Lily turned to look at her, their eyes narrowing in interest.

"What?" Isha asked, blushing under their intense stares.

"You’re a genius," Tyler murmured, leaning closer. He whispered something inaudible against her long ear before biting it gently.

"Ahhh..." Isha let out a surprised moan, her face turning crimson.

"Alright, lovebirds, focus," Lily interrupted with a smirk.

"Lovebirds? We are just friends." Tyler said while touching Isha’s breast.

"Yeah... I am already married. Aan..." Isha moaned as her hand explored Tyler’s pants.

Lily rolled her eyes. "So, what’s the plan? How do we do this?"

"He’s addicted to smoking," Isha replied, regaining her composure. "We can lace his cigars. He won’t suspect anything."

Tyler grinned. "Perfect. Let’s prepare."

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Two Days Later

Tyler crouched near the edge of the forest, waiting. His communicator buzzed, and a message from Lily appeared:

[Target spotted.]

Moments later, another message popped up:

[Target trapped.]

Without wasting a second, Tyler launched himself into the nearby lake. With a powerful kick, he propelled himself forward, cutting through the water like an arrow. The force of his movements created a sonic boom that echoed across the tranquil waters.

He emerged near the village, droplets of water streaming down his face. His copper pot vibrated confirming the target’s presence.

Tyler smiled.

Tyler wasted no time and sprinted toward Isha’s house. Bursting through the door, he was greeted by a chaotic scene.

Roel, who bore an uncanny resemblance to his brother Ciel, was sprawled on the floor. He clawed at the ground, his face twisted in pain and fury. "Traitor!" he screamed, his voice hoarse.

Tyler’s eyes shifted to Isha. She stood tall, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. In her hands was a large object wrapped in cloth-the artifact they had been after.

Tyler walked toward her, his steps calm and deliberate. Reaching her, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Isha melted into the kiss, her grip on the artifact loosening as Tyler took it from her.

Lily, who had been silently observing from the roof, gracefully jumped down and landed beside Tyler.

"Isha, can you wait outside for a moment?" Tyler asked, his tone soft but firm.

Isha hesitated, casting a worried glance at her husband, who lay groaning on the ground. "Anything for you, darling," she said with a nod. She leaned in, kissing Tyler on the cheek before stepping out of the house.

As the door closed, she murmured, "Please don’t hurt him too much..."

Tyler sighed and nodded, turning to Lily.

"Even after everything—domestic violence, his constant verbal abuse—she still has a soft spot for him," Lily remarked with a hint of disdain in her voice.

"Well, according to her, he wasn’t always this way," Tyler replied, his voice heavy. "She said he used to be caring and attentive. But as soon as he started making money, his character changed. Happens a lot—money has a way of corrupting people."

Lily tilted her head, her sharp eyes focused on him. "What about you? "

Tyler chuckled. "I don’t know..."

Turning his attention back to Roel, Tyler pulled out two sets of handcuffs.

"Why two?" Lily asked curiously.

"One suppresses prana, the other suppresses aura. Even though he’s primarily a mage, better to play it safe," Tyler explained as he secured Roel’s wrists.

Lily nodded in approval and watched as Tyler unwrapped the cloth bundle Roel had been so protective of.

"A... ladle?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yep, a copper ladle," Tyler said, pulling out his copper pot from his waist.

Lily crossed her arms, a small smile playing on her lips. She felt a flicker of happiness; it was rare for Tyler to openly share his secret without holding anything back.

Tyler held the large copper ladle "Alright, let’s test this thing. Small small."

Nothing happened.

Before they could investigate further, a cough broke the silence.

Both Tyler and Lily turned to see Roel stirring slightly. His eyes were closed, but his faint movements betrayed his consciousness.

"We know you’re awake, Professor Roel. Stop pretending," Tyler said, nudging him with his foot. Roel remained still.

"Fine. Mini Brain Freeze."

"Argh!" Roel yelped, clutching his head as a sharp, cold sensation shot through his brain.

"Finally awake, huh?" Tyler said, smirking.

"Who are you people? What do you want?" Roel demanded, glaring at them.

"Let’s not play games. You know exactly what we want," Tyler replied.

"I’ll never give you my ladle!" Roel shouted defiantly. "And I’ll never tell you how it works! My brother—he’s a Grandmaster Mage at Starfire Academy. You don’t know who you’re messing with!"

"Who?" Tyler raised an eyebrow.

"My brother, Cie—"

"Who asked?" Tyler cut him off, deadpan.

Roel’s mouth snapped shut, his face turning red with frustration.

"Use your divine sense to open this storage device," Lily ordered, holding up the ladle’s matching container.

Roel scowled. "I won’t—"

An electric spark danced on Lily’s fingertips, and she raised her hand menacingly. "Open it, or we’ll take the ladle and leave you with nothing."

But he didn’t say anything.

Lily placed her finger on his forehead.

"I can’t. You locked my divine sense too." Roel suddenly yelled.

"Opps..." Lily then slightly adjusted the runes in the handcuffs a little.

Grumbling under his breath, Roel complied, reluctantly activating the storage device.

"Looks like this ladle’s pretty important to you," Tyler observed, watching Roel closely.

Roel remained silent, glaring daggers at them.

Lily, who had been rifling through the storage, suddenly froze, deep in thought.

"I think I got it." Lily said.

"What’s on your mind?" Tyler asked.

Lily turned to Roel. "Let me guess... You could’ve made endless copies of those leather goods and sold them for a fortune. But you didn’t. Why?"

Roel stiffened, his eyes widening in surprise. How did they know about the copy function?

"You see," Lily continued, "the ladle’s copying ability isn’t limitless. It follows the law of conservation. Copying something requires fuel—specifically, aura stones or prana stones. Am I right?"

Roel’s jaw dropped. "How did you—?"

"It wasn’t hard to figure out," Lily said smugly, holding up a handful of aura and prana stones from his storage.

Roel was suprised by the fact that she figured out everything just by glancing at his storage device.

"Well, Our deductive is awesome as ever." Tyler said, grinning. He placed a cigar in the ladle and turned to Roel. "Where do I put the stones?"

"The handle," Roel grumbled, realizing there was no point in hiding the truth.

Tyler placed an aura stones into the ladle. It began to glow faintly as it absorbed the energy. He has to hold it because there is no slot.

"This is taking forever," Tyler complained.

"Hah! If you’ve got something that can copy items faster than this, bring it here, and I’ll write my name backward!" Roel sneered.

Tyler and Lily exchanged amused glances.

"Thank goodness your name isn’t Lana or something," Lily quipped.

"Yeah, or Elohssa," Tyler added with a grin.

"There’s no such name as Elohssa," Lily retorted.

"Well, what about Suna?"

"Is that even a name?"

Their playful banter left Roel utterly confused. "What is wrong with these people...?" he muttered.

Moments later, the glow from the ladle faded, and an identical cigar materialized before their eyes.

"Not bad," Tyler said. The ladle took 5 stones just to copy a cigar.

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