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.

you? Our village means no disrespect. We used to make monthly offerings to

off, his attitude one of utmost humility.

werewolf surveyed the villagers, a flicker of resentment in

moment, it spoke, its voice unnaturally high–pitched, not like a human’s but

You no longer

Once they absorbed its

haven’t done anything

there be some misunderstanding

in the village has ever harmed them. We’ve always been

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sudden noise, quickly signaled for silence

there be some misunderstanding?”

werewolf stared at the villagers without responding immediately.

impatient, snapped, “Spit it out. What do you want? No need

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

visibly restraining its annoyance at Sean’s prodding, did not react negatively Finally, after a tense wait, it spoke again.

years ago, a hunter from Cloverfield

the villagers learned

past when the village was mired in poverty and the

the mountains, it was saved by a hunter who 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 its

day seek a

was a promise taken to heart by the wolf, planting the seeds of karma between them,

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

for one man extended to the whole village. The werewolf not only helped them find aged mandrakes but also drew on the mountain’s spiritual energy

as prosperous as the hunter had hoped.