True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 198

The chat room fell silent the moment the wolf appeared on screen.

Everyone held their breath, watching the unusual creature with rapt attention, too captivated to even type

The werewolf stopped two meters away from the crowd, its gaze sweeping over the onlookers before settling on the six wolves led by Sean.

The usually docile wolves became visibly restless at the sight of the werewolf, gazing longingly at it, straining against their leads, but too wary of Sean to make a move.

Winnie, sensing the tension, bent down and unfastened the ropes that restrained the six wolves.

Freed, the wolves glanced at Seah, and seeing he had no intention of detaining them, they quickly darted behind the werewolf, their tails wagging submissively.

The werewolf’s sharp eyes softened slightly at Winnie’s obviously conciliatory gesture, but its wariness remained intact.

In response, Winnie simply raised her hand in a polite gesture.

“We mean no offense,” she said smoothly, “We only kept them overnight to ask for guidance. The villagers would like to speak with you.”

The werewolf considered Winnie, then Sean, and after a moment’s hesitation, it returned the gesture.

The villagers behind her gasped in amazement at the sight of a werewolf showing such civility. One man’s surprise was mixed with a flicker of recognition as if he had seen this scene before.

The tension among the villagers eased a little at the werewolf’s reciprocation. A returned gesture was a sign of a willingness to communicate, a good sign.

Winnie knew, however, that this werewolf was only showing them this courtesy because of Sean’s presence. Clearly, it wanted to avoid conflict with him.

Having Sean there was the right move.

Winnie gestured for the village chief to step forward. Despite his fear, the chief approached the werewolf, mimicking Winnie’s earlier gesture.

Is there something we’ve done to displease you? Our village means no disrespect. We used to make monthly offerings to the forest, and if we’ve

attitude one of utmost humility.

werewolf surveyed the villagers, a flicker of resentment in its

moment, it spoke, its voice unnaturally high–pitched, not like a

no longer deserve my

they absorbed its words, fear spread among them, and they began to protest in

haven’t done anything

there be some misunderstanding

encountered wolves before, but no one in the village has ever harmed

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werewolf’s displeasure at the sudden noise, quickly signaled for silence before respectfully asking

there be some misunderstanding?”

at the villagers

“Spit it out. What do

nearly jumped out of their skins at Sean’s brusque words, instinctively wanting to stop him from speaking

restraining its annoyance at Sean’s prodding, did not react negatively Finally, after a

seventy years ago, a hunter from Cloverfield Cottage

its story, the villagers learned of

tale from seven decades past when the village was mired in poverty and the werewolf was just a wolf that had begun to awaken its

had lost his way. In gratitude, the wolf guided the hunter out of the forest and even led him to a century–old wild mandrake,

praised the wolf for

great werewolf who will one day seek a human patron to help you transform. When you’re ready, find me,

offhand remark to the hunter was a promise taken to heart by the wolf, planting the seeds of

the mandrake he had found with the wolf’s help, he focused on enriching his fellow villagers. Under the hunter’s guidance,

not only helped them find aged mandrakes but also drew

Cottage became famous nationwide, as prosperous as the hunter