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

villagers parted, giving him space

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

to the mountain.

suffered most from the recent misfortunes,

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

had experienced hardship and knew the value

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the forests, and with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods, passed down! from

would’ve thought his son would

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

title could have meant a windfall for

now, all was

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

coldly, silent until Cox finished and, half–fearing,

family will bear it.

plea, though not entirely

family’s fortune for years. If it all ended now, they had no right to complain.

couldn’t just

quick to resentment, focusing

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

the family’s roots were still in the village, and he had no desire to become its

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

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

all bowed to the Werewolf,

expected its protection, only that it would spare them

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

punishment or penalty, whatever it wished, but

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

dared not think of it.

on Winnie from the television crew