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?

his thoughts as a swift

him space to fall.

he could lash out, he felt a painful twist on his ear. It was Cox Lane,

to the mountain.

the recent misfortunes, and Cox

me. Look at the mess you’ve made. I

knew the value

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respect for the spirits of the woods, passed down! from the elders, they were always the main contributors

son

village for years, and it wouldn’t have been too much to build a shrine

could have meant a windfall for the Lanes and the

now, all was lost.

didn’t hesitate to discipline Aleck on the spot, with none of the villagers raising

until Cox finished and,

Lane family will bear it. Please don’t hold the village accountable. Just

plea, though not entirely selfless,

his family’s fortune for years. If it all ended now, they

couldn’t just say that.

resentment, focusing on losses

the village to share the consequences, it would only breed

their gratitude. After all, the family’s roots were still in the village, and he had no desire

stance, even earning the

village. We can’t let your family shoulder this alone. We’ve all

to the Werewolf, asking how they

that it would spare them further misery.

Werewolf watched Aleck get a thrashing from Cox, feeling some of the resentment

penalty, whatever it wished, but he was secretly

cunning Werewolf. If it truly sought vengeance, it could claim

dared not think

hopes on Winnie from the television