The Great Medical Saint

The other cameras didn't pick up anything unusual, but Camera 35 caught something odd. It was pointed at the north entrance of Silverbrook Village. A big truck had pulled over Silverbrook Village's north entrance. It was loaded with wooden crates, and bees buzzed like crazy there.

In front of the big truck was a table filled with honey jars. Behind it, a man opened one of the hive boxes and pulled out a frame filled with honeycomb. He gently brushed off the bees and sliced off some honey with a knife.

The man kept shouting, "Honey for sale! It's fresh from the hive. It's organic without any additives. This is pure honey. Come and see it for yourself."

Pedestrians slowed down to check it out, and the man could've called out a few times to keep them interested. But then, he suddenly went quiet.

On top of that, it was unusual for someone to bring a truckload of hives just to sell honey.

Back when Caleb racked up hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt due to gambling, he was constantly on the run, so he ended up hiding in the mountains with a beekeeper. After living with the beekeeper for three months, he learned all there was to know about beekeeping.

Driving a truckload of beehives into the city wasn't ideal. The bees could easily get lost, causing major losses. Plus, there weren't enough flowers in the city for the bees to gather nectar, so the bees would end up eating the honey. That was just burning through money.

So, now that a beekeeper had shown up in the city with a truck full of hives, he might be here for trouble. Therefore, Caleb's full attention was on watching the beekeeper's every move.noveldrama

Caleb played over a dozen rounds of cards, but he was distracted and kept losing.

In the card room, the older people clapped and cheered as Caleb kept losing money. They were delighted to finally get back at him for the losses from the past few days.

Caleb didn't seem bothered at all. He kept pulling out money like it was worthless to him.

Finally, he tossed his lost money onto the table and stood up. "Apologies. Something came up. I'll be back tomorrow."

The older people quickly asked him to stay.

"Hold on! You can't leave just because you lost. That's not how it works here."

"That's right. You need to have sportsmanship when you play cards."

"If you were a true sport, you wouldn't walk away whether you win or lose. Why are you bailing now?"

As a gambler, Caleb respected the rules of playing cards like they were the law and thought everyone. should play by them. But with things so urgent, he had no time forthat now.

He stepped outside and left the place. Then, he quickly dialed Matthew's phone

number. "I see you're about to enter the village, Mr. Grant."

Matthew stopped in his tracks. "Yeah. Did you notice something?"

Caleb walked as he said, "Did you see the honey seller? Don't look at him directly. Tune into the camera through your phone and watch him through that."

As Matthew approached the village entrance, he spotted the large truck with the beehives and the man selling honey. "I don't need to use the camera. He's just right there. What's up with him?"

Caleb thought for a moment before replying, "I can't put my finger on what's off,

but I'm certain he didn't come here just to sell honey. Isn't that fishy?"

Matthew caught on immediately. "Are you saying he's an assassin from The Misfortune's Veil? Is he here to stage an accident to kill me?"

Caleb responded, "Yes. He's no doubt an assassin from The Misfortune's Veil."

Baffled, Matthew said, "The honey seller didn't get into the driver's seat, so he can't exactly run me over. Since he's holding a knife, is he planning to use that to kill me? Still, Veil's

it doesn't fit The Misfortune

style of making deaths look like an accident. What kind of aécident do you think he'd set up to kill me?"

Caleb frowned. "I can't figure out what kind of accident he might create, but I'm

sure it'd be something we'd never expect."