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 landed on his

giving him space

felt a painful twist on his ear. It was Cox Lane, his father, who’d come with

to the mountain.

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

the death of me. Look at the mess you’ve

hardship and knew the value of hard–won

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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?

and it wouldn’t have been too much to

it gain its title could have meant a windfall for the Lanes and the village.

now, all was

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

Werewolf watched coldly, silent until Cox finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed, bowed deeply before

you. Whatever punishment you see fit, the Lane family will bear it.

not entirely

family’s fortune for

he couldn’t just say

resentment, focusing

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

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

villagers‘ stance, even earning the chief’s approval, who added,

whole village. We can’t let your family shoulder this alone. We’ve all prospered thanks to you.”

bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could make

longer expected its protection, only that it would spare

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

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

If it truly sought vengeance,

not think of

Winnie from the television