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?

from his thoughts as a swift kick landed on his behind, sending him tumbling to the ground.

him

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

to the mountain.

the recent misfortunes, and Cox was determined to see

to discover that the source of all this trouble was Aleck. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Look at the mess you’ve made. I told you to focus on your business, not waste your days drinking and gambling with your fair–weather friends. See the trouble you’ve

knew the value of hard–won

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involved the forests, and with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods, passed down! from the elders, they were always the

thought his son would ruin everything?

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

have meant a windfall for the Lanes and

now, all was

Aleck on the spot, with none of the villagers raising a voice in defense.

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

of Aleck that offended you. Whatever punishment you see fit, the Lane family will bear it. Please

plea, though not entirely selfless, was practical.

for years. If

just say that.

to resentment, focusing on

Cox demanded the village to share the consequences,

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

Cox’s words softened the villagers‘ stance,

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

to the Werewolf, asking how they could make

expected its protection, only that it

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

whatever it wished,

it truly sought vengeance, it

not think

his hopes on Winnie from the television