The Rich Cultivator

"Wow... Isn’t this Silver Honey that enhances memory power?" Mathilda exclaimed, her voice full of surprise and a hint of excitement. She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling as she examined the shimmering jar Tyler held in his hands.

This is very expensive item.

"Did you bring it for me?" She asked.

Tyler nodded.

Tyler, now inside Mathilda’s modest bedroom, watched as she eagerly stared at the jar. They had come to this secluded room after Tyler made a simple request to Village Chief Misra—asking her to leave so they could have some privacy. Misra, though reluctantly, had complied, giving Tyler a resentful look before exiting, clearly irritated by him monopolizing Mathilda. Her glare, however, was not enough to deter Tyler. There were far more important things to handle.

Mathilda’s playful grin returned as she studied the honey, the look of curiosity turning into an almost mischievous glint.

"So, are we going to...?" Mathilda raised one eyebrow and made a suggestive gesture with her hands, forming a circle with her thumb and index finger. Her other finger began to move in and out in exaggerated motions, clearly teasing Tyler with her playful manner.

Tyler groaned inwardly, but his face remained calm. "Not now... Drink the honey."

Mathilda tilted her head slightly in confusion but shrugged and took the jar from Tyler’s hands. Without further question, she accepted his instructions and poured a small amount of the glowing Silver Honey into the glass Tyler had prepared for her, mixing it with some milk.

She held the glass up to her lips and took a long sip, finishing it all in one go. The liquid, while sweet and refreshing, had an odd energy to it—like it was filling something deep inside her, something beyond just nourishment.

"Now drink as much as you can..." Tyler requested. Mathilda was curious so she obeyed Tyler and drank a lot. She was suprised when Tyler pulled more honey jars from a magical copper pot.