True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 199

The villagers stood in stunned silence, feeling the sting of an injustice they couldn’t fathom.

They hadn’t done a thing.

The chief had heard the creature before them, a Werewolf, no less, had been denied some mystical title because of someone’s blunder, and he’d called the culprit an absolute fool, nearly fainting in disbelief.

“My lord, who are you referring to? Who’s this person?” he asked, despite having a sneaking suspicion of the guilty party.

It was likely the descendant of the hunter who once brought wealth to their little hamlet.

Almost reflexively, the chief’s eye’s swept over the crowd of villagers, searching for a particular face among them.

He remembered that family had come to the gathering that day.

Some of the older folks seemed to grasp the situation as well, their gazes falling on a pale–faced young

man.

Aleck Lane, his family was among the wealthiest in the village.

After all, it was the Lane family whose fortunes had spurred the local economy, owning almost half of the mandrake farming contracts.

The Lanes were well–regarded in the village, and Aleck had lived a life of luxury since birth, moving to the city and only returning to his roots during the holidays, carrying with him the airs of a spoiled rich kid.

He was popular with the village youth, loved his liquor, and was known for his drunken rants.

Today, he’d come to the mountain seeking excitement and a glimpse of the rumored Werewolf, never imagining it would all come crashing down on him.

As the accusation sank in, Aleck vaguely remembered something absurd he’d once said, something he’d dismissed as a drunken dream.

He’d never connected it to the odd occurrences plaguing the village.

If only he’d known…

But how could he have confessed?

swift kick landed on his behind, sending him tumbling to the

him space to

a painful twist on his ear.

to the mountain.

the recent misfortunes, and Cox was determined to see things resolved.

the mess you’ve made. I told you to focus on your business, not waste your

knew the value of

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the spirits of the woods, passed

would’ve thought his son

years, and it wouldn’t have been

gain its title could have meant a

now, all was

hesitate to discipline Aleck on the spot, with none of the

until Cox finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed, bowed

the Lane family will bear it. Please don’t hold the village accountable. Just say the word, and we’ll

entirely

to the Werewolf, the village had benefited from his family’s fortune for years. If it all

just

to resentment, focusing on losses

demanded the village to share the consequences, it would only breed

to take the blame and earn their gratitude. After all, the family’s roots were still

villagers‘ stance,

let your family shoulder

bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could

that it would spare them further misery.

from Cox, feeling some of the resentment fade, yet

offered punishment or penalty, whatever it wished, but he was secretly

it truly sought vengeance, it could claim his

dared not think of it.

pinned his hopes on Winnie from