Chapter 192
Winnie caught the cameraman’s attention with a curious nce, prompting him to deftly swing his
camera in the direction she was looking.
Whoa, did y’all see the way Winnie was looking at that guy? He’s sketchy”
“That must be one of the Mandrake Guardians, right? Don’t ask me how I know.”
1 guess this would be an easy one again, it’s just all so easy for Winnie.
The viewers tuned into her livestream eagerly awaited her revtion.
Even if a few trolls tried to stir trouble in the chat, they were quickly drowned out by a wave of
supportivements.
Candace, always attentive, followed Winnie’s gaze and inquired softly, “Winnie, did you spot something
odd? Does he have something on him?”
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At that moment, Laird, the Mandrake Guardian, felt a surge of anxiety
The vige chief had mentioned that the crew of “Ghostly Guidance included some real–deal experts,
but Laird always doubted the authenticity of these shows. Especially when looking at two delicate–
looking young women who didn’t seem to have the air of seasoned professionals.
However, when the younger of the two nced his way, Laird felt an inexplicable
pressure
His anxiety peaked when he heard the other girl ask if he was carrying something strange. Fortunately,
Winnie just gave him a quick once–over and announced with confidence, “Rx, there’s nothing on
you. And no sign of the God of Nature either”
Laird’s family initially breathed a sigh of relief at her reassurance, but their feelings were mixed when
she mentioned the absence of the God of Nature Living in the shadow of the great mountains, they
held a mix of hope and reverence for such entities.
In their vige, it was tradition to offer sacrifices to the mountains during festivals as a token of
gratitude for nature’s bounty. This ritual was believed to ensure the God of Nature’s continued
protection.
When disturbances began in the vige, and Mandrake Guardians were inexplicably found at the
mountain’s base, some wondered if their offerings had been insufficient.
Despite increasing their tributes, the disturbances continued unabated, leaving the vigers baffled.
“Miss, can you see something we can’t? Do you have any idea what’s going on here?” Laird couldn’t
contain his curiosity but felt awkward addressing her as a master due to
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her youth, so he opted for the more familiar term, miss
Candace almost chuckled at the address, but Winnie remained unfazed. Noticing the Laird family’s
keen interest, she replied, “I do sense something unusual, but I can’t pinpoint it without further
investigation.”
Having just arrived, they knew resolving the mystery wouldn’t happen instantly. Despite some
disappointment, the family extended their warm hospitality, weing the guests into their home.
They were also impressed by the two girl’s stunning appearances.
The vige chief had said it didn’t matter if they couldn’t solve the vige’s problems. Good hospitality
might lead to their plight being broadcasted, attracting someone with the means to help.
Moreover, the show provided a generous stipend to each family hosting the guests, and for that alone,
the Lairds wouldn’t dream of neglecting their visitors.
After lunch at Laird’s house, Winnie casually inquired about the recent vige disturbances.
“The vige is mostly fine, except for the midnight door–knocking and the crops being ruined overnight.
Personal belongings left outside tend to get damaged. Justst year, our second cousin’s new car was
scratched up in his yard without any noise heard. And the youngster’s brand–new bike? The mirrors
were twisted off.”
Tate, Laird’s father, recounted the vige’s troubles over the past six months while taking deep drags
from his cigarette.
“As for our family, Laird was on night watchst month when he somehow woke up at the foot of the
mountain. He was lucky it was summer, in winter, he’d have frozen by the roadside. People first thought
he sleepwalked, but it happened again the next day, even with a different Mandrake Guardian on
watch.
The real issue is in the mountains–the Mandrake roots, not fully grown, were all mysteriously pulled
out. We’ve suffered significant losses over thest six months. Anyone in charge of harvestinges
back with some mishap: falls, collisions with trees, or falls ill after descending.
People are saying the God of Nature doesn’t want us disturbing the mountains, but what can we do?
We all depend on those mandrakes to make a living.”
After finishing his words, Tate took a hefty drag on his cigarette, appearing to exhale not just smoke but
the umted frustrations of the past months.
Like the Laird’s, many families in the vige faced simr troubles. They could tolerate the pranks and
property damage, but after half a year of this, it was taking its toll.
Winnie listened attentively to the old man’s story, offered someforting words, and
then left with Candace to explore the rest of the vige.
“Going by Tate’s story, it sounds like the God of Nature is upset at them,” Candace mused, though the
mystic details were lost on her. “But Winnie, you said it’s not the God of Nature, so what is it? If it can
wreak havoc both in the vige and mountains, could it be dangerous? Can we even handle it?”
Winnie noticed Candace’s anxious expression and said, “I think I’ve got a rough idea of what’s going
on, but we’ll have to wait until tonight when the real culprit shows up to know for sure.”
At Winnie’s words, Candace’s heart skipped a beat, and the tension was palpable even among the
viewers tuned into their live broadcast.
“Winnie, you’re saying… the real culprit coulde tonight?”
Tate had mentioned earlier that the disturbances only happened every now and then.
With so many members of their production crew in town today, wouldn’t any sensible criminal take
cover instead of showing up?
“Why would theye? There are so many of us here!” Candace struggled to grasp the logic.
“It’s exactly because there’s a sudden influx of strangers that they’ll be drawn here,” Winnie exined.
“They’ll probably guess that the vige has brought in outsiders to deal with them. But judging by how
they’ve been escting their antics, they clearly don’t fear what the vigers can do. In fact, to drive the
point home about how dangerous they are, they might even make a point of showing themselves.”
So Winnie was convinced they would reveal themselves that very night.
She continued to borate, seemingly oblivious to Candace’s quivering lips, which had been
noticeable from the moment the conversation started.
But at this moment, Candace wasn’t worried about whether the perpetrator would appear tonight. What
really disturbed her was Winnie’s use of the word “they.”
Not it, but they…
My God, could this actually be the work of a gang?