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 kick landed on his behind, sending him

villagers parted, giving him space to fall.

painful twist on his ear. It was

to the mountain.

misfortunes,

at the mess you’ve made. I told you to focus on your

and knew the value

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forests, and with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods, passed down! from the elders, they were always the main contributors to the village offerings.

his son would ruin everything?

have

it gain its title could have meant a windfall for the

now, all

of rage, Cox didn’t hesitate to discipline Aleck on the spot, with none

finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed,

Whatever punishment you see fit, the Lane family will bear it. Please don’t hold

plea, though not entirely selfless, was

to the Werewolf, the village had benefited from his family’s fortune for

just

were quick to resentment, focusing on losses

share the consequences, it would

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

softened the villagers‘ stance, even earning

for the whole village. We can’t let your family shoulder this alone. We’ve

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

that it would spare them

feeling some of the resentment fade,

punishment or penalty, whatever it

a cunning Werewolf. If it truly

not think of

his hopes on Winnie from the