Chapter 200
Aleck has no clue about the old pact his forefathers made with you. All this demand does is stress him
out, and you get nothing from it. How about we work out a different deal?”
Winnie’s words hung in the air as the werewolf shot her a piercing re.
“So, you ask me to make a demand, and when I do, you turn it down? Are you just toying with me?” it
growled, its voice a mix of shrillness and anger that made everyone present shrink back.
Even Mervin, standing to the side, Instinctively assumed a defensive stance.
But Winnie remained unfazed, replying calmly, “You got me wrong. We’re just hoping to trade
something else with you.” She paused for effect, then added, “We could help you quickly regain the
strength you’ve lost,”
The werewolf, poised to threaten further, was visibly taken aback by her offer. Its ears twitched, clearly
intrigued.
It could tell Winnie had some tricks up her sleeve, or else the sea dragon wouldn’t heed her
commands.
As she pointed out, its demand was more about punishment than anything else, a way to vent its
frustration. But if it could get something in return that would help recover its lost power, then it couldn’t
care less about holding a grudge against Aleck.
Seeing the werewolf’s interest, Mervin quickly chimed in, “Sir, I’m a member of the Breeze Monastery. If
you would consider it, we will do our utmost to assist you.”
The werewolf nced at him with barely concealed disdain and then looked away, “You don’t seem to
have anything worthwhile.”
Clearly, it was more interested in what Winnie had to propose.
Mervin was speechless. Was the reputation of the Breeze Monastery not worth what it used to be?
On the side, Cox and the vigers, who had been close to despair, now watched Winnie with bated
breath.
She turned off her earpiece, signaling to the others that she didn’t need backup, and stepped forward
to negotiate the terms with the werewolf one–on–one.
The chief naturally entrusted her with the task.
After all, it seemed that she was the only one capable of bargaining with the werewolf.
So there they stood, a woman and a wolf, aside for their private parley.
Meanwhile, the crew finally rxed from the earlier tension, eager to check the viewer feedback from
the live stream. After all, the werewolf had just spoken in a human tongue.
On–site, they had been too shocked to even breathe too loudly, and they knew the online audience
must be
scared.
But when they turned to the live feed, their expressions dropped.
“Director, the live stream has been cut off.”Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
The words trailed off, and the technician monitoring the livestream looked like he was on the brink of
tears. He had no clue when the feed had dropped.
It wasn’t a ban, and it was just a loss of signal.
Bagot’s face fell at this news.
That moment had been their closest brush with the supernatural, the moment that could prove the
wxistence of mystical creatures to millions of viewers,
And now he was told the livestream had cut off? What kind of joke was this?
The rest of the crew scrambled to check their equipment, only to find that the signal had dropped for
everyone.
And it had happened right when the werewolf appeared, but they had all been too focused on the
creature to notice the stream.
If not for the watchful eyes of the wolves still around them, Bagot felt like copsing right there in
despair,
The other guests exchanged looks, unsure whether tofort Bagot.
Although the crew had an official pass, the majority of the public still viewed the supernatural with
skepticism.
The sudden revtion of a werewolf speaking like a human would have turned the world upside down
as it did for them just now.
While Winnie continued negotiating with the werewolf, the crew worked frantically on the signal
receivers.
The crew had brought top–notch equipment to ensure live streaming from the mountains, so a signal
drop that led to disconnection seemed unlikely.
But they couldn’t rule out the possibility that the werewolf’s presence caused the interference.
Some said that mountain spirits could disrupt maic fields, and perhaps this werewolf was capable
of
such feats.
Bagot had little hope but, against all odds, the technicians managed to restore the signal.
The live stream was back on.
Viewer numbers in the live stream room began to skyrocket, climbing from a mere handful to tens of
thousands in a matter of seconds, reaching millions within minutes.
And with their return came a flood of messages:
“Finally back on air, were you guys ying hide and seek with us?”
“Seriously, cutting off at the climax? Do you know how we felt?”
“Is this a joke from the crew? We demand werewolf action.”
“I feel like I’ve missed out on a fortune.”
“Was everyone okay surrounded by those wolves? We were so worried.”
Hearing the update from the crew, Ned hurriedly exined to the camera, “We apologize for the
inconvenience. Due to our mountain location, we lost signal on all our devices, but rest assured, our
guests and the vigers are all safe, and the wolves here mean us no harm.”
After Ned’s exnation, the other guests also reassured the viewers.
Just then, sharp–eyed viewers noticed something amiss.
“Where’s Winnie? Winnie’s missing?.”
“Yeah, where is Winnie? I can’t see her.”
Fortunately, the chaos was short–lived. Winnie had concluded her negotiations with the werewolf and
reemerged from the trees, with the werewolf following behind her. As the camera panned to her
approach,
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the live audience was reassured by the sight of her safe return.
It was the very one that everyone had seen just before the livestream cut out.
Winnie pald no attention to the buzz of the chatroom, striding towards the vigers who had gathered in
a tight–knit huddle. Her gaze settled on the tense and anxious faces of Cox and his son Aleck,
I’ve had a word with the werewolf up the mountain. Aleck doesn’t have to serve a three–year stint up
there. In exchange, the vige is to build a stone chapel on the mountain, dedicated to it. And Aleck
here,” she pointed, “has got toy the bricks himself. It’s the Lane family’s debt to nature, so to speak.
The locals can chip in, but no outsiders are to lift a finger.”
Cox’s face lit up with a mix of surprise and relief upon hearing it was just about building a chapel. Sure,
Aleck would have to do the heavy lifting, but it beat being cooped up on the mountain for three years,
keepingpany with wolves, and just facing a bit of backbreaking work.
“We’ll build it,” Cox said, “I’ll foot the bill. I’ll get the best materials and designers, and I’ll make sure this
rascal puts his back into it.”
But Winnie just shook her head at Cox’s eager offer,
“The cost of building the chapel should be shared by the vigers. It’s been sheltering the vige for
years, draining its energy to channel the mountain’s spirit into nurturing the mandrakes. You’ve all
benefited from its grace, so you’re all part of this give–and–take. Best make sure every household
contributes, no matter how little.”