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

villagers parted, giving him

his ear. It was Cox

to the mountain.

suffered most from the recent misfortunes, and Cox was determined to

the mess you’ve

knew the value of hard–won

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woods, passed down! from

would’ve thought his son would ruin everything?

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

title could have meant a windfall for the Lanes and the

now, all

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

Cox finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed, bowed deeply before the creature.

the ignorance of Aleck that offended you. Whatever punishment you see fit, the Lane family will bear it. Please don’t hold the village accountable. Just

though not entirely

fortune for

couldn’t just

resentment, focusing on

the

all, the family’s roots were still in the village, and he

words softened the villagers‘ stance, even earning the chief’s

is a matter for the whole village. We can’t let your family

agreed, and together they all bowed to the Werewolf, asking how

no longer expected its protection, only that it would spare them further misery.

thrashing from Cox, feeling some of the resentment fade, yet it wasn’t ready to let bygones be

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

this was a cunning Werewolf. If it truly sought vengeance, it could

think

Winnie