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Over in the village, a standoff was still underway. Meanwhile, Bagot, Candace and Kane, along with a group of villagers, had finally arrived in a rush.

The sight of no casualties brought a collective sigh of relief, and Joseph, previously unconscious, was now coming to with the aid of the bystanders.

Bagot couldn’t help but approach Winnie, who was still conversing with a young man.

“Winnie, who’s this?” he asked.

Winnie couldn’t risk exposing the sea dragon’s true identity, especially with the cameraman inching closer. She stuck to her earlier story.

“He’s a junior fellow apprentice I know. He was just nearby and came over when he saw my live broadcast.”

Bagot glanced at the young man, then at the wolves he was holding with ease, and whispered to Winnie, understanding dawning on him, “Is he also a mystic like you?”

Winnie was recognized as a grandmaster, and that fact had already sunk in for Bagot. Now, this young man who had appeared out of nowhere and effortlessly captured six wolves was clearly no ordinary individual.

Instinctively, Bagot thought he must be from the Mystical Sects. After all, it wasn’t normal for a kid to be out in the dead of night.

Winnie, caught off guard by Bagot’s guess, simply conceded with a nod.

“Yeah.”

Though Bagot’s question was whispered, the mic picked it up, and the live audience, upon hearing that the handsome young man was Winnie’s apprentice, forgot their prior fear and panic, affectionately spamming the chat with shouts for the “junior fellow apprentice.”

Winnie, seeing that the whole village had been disturbed by the earlier commotion, decided to take the young man with her.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the wolves he was holding. Not just the strength but the skill of holding three In one hand was extraordinary.

Mervin looked concerned, and the villagers were incredulous.

“Could it be all these incidents in the village lately were caused by these wolves?”

The barrage of comments flooded in.

“Werewolves?”

“They looked like ordinary wolves, but Winnie said they were spirits.”

If they’re causing trouble in the village on purpose, they must have awakened their intelligence. Can’t just go by looks.”

“Could it be that these are just the lesser spirits?”

“Oh man, so there really are Werewolves behind this?““”

“Wolves are known for holding grudges. Surely the village must have done something to offend them.”

“Yes, you can’t just kill wolves on a whim. These six have to be released.”

The audience was abuzz with speculation, but Winnie was already responding to the village chief’s question.

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For the replied

ve didn’t mention the possibilty of some spirits orchestrating these events it was better for the to believe it was summily wolves seeking revenge

The een tragon added, “Not just these six, several more ran off!

He just didn’t feel like catching them all

The villege thiet, seeing him will the wolves and not knowing where he was from, was sure he was no ordinary youth and spoke to him with added respect.

What should we do with these wolves? If we let them go, won’t they come back to cause more trouble?”

Yet, if they didn’t release the wolves, the chief feared more retribution.

Wolves, if unable to avenge themselves, would often pass the vendetta down to the next generation.

The village relied on the mountain for its livelihood, and to offend the creatures that dwelled within meant endless troubles,

If possible, the villagers preferred to coexist peacefully with them.

“Lock them up for now,” said Winnie, “I’ll take them back up the mountain in the morning.”

Her main goal was to find the culprit behind these wolves.

Considering several of their young were trapped, she doubted the creature would continue hiding.

After a night of turmoil, and with Gentry and Joseph shaken, Bagot made would continue hiding.

back to rest,

arrangements for them to be sent

The others escorted Winnie back to the Laird’s house, where the six wolves needed to be locked up. With the young man’s prowess, they decided he should stay nearby.

“By the way, Winnie, what’s young man’s name?” Bagot inquired,

Winnie hesitated but didn’t answer immediately, instead turning to the young man holding the wolves, signaling him to speak for himself.

The young man lifted his chin proudly and declared his name with gravity, “I am Sean.”

The name resonated with strength, echoing through the air.

Winnie’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Bagot, hearing the young man’s name, simply complimented, “Sean, a fine name.”

Once the six wolves were secured and the villagers sent home, the production crew ended the live broadcast, advising everyone to wash up and rest.

Sean’s room was arranged on the ground floor, right next to the storage where the wolves were locked up.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Winnie saw him looking around the room and said, “Leave on your own in the morning. I can’t let you get close to him, and it’s useless for you to linger.”

Sean felt discontent and a little hurt by her threat to send him away. To avoid alarming anyone, he had taken great pains to hide his dragon scales and covered the horns on his head with a hat.

A sea dragon had descended from the mountain and searched for days.

Finally, he had seen Winnie’s message on his phone and traveled a great distance overnight to find her.

And he had even helped her.

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mad was to said him away

While he was tempted to let his sonies bristle in anger, for the sake of

mself and said to Winnie,

Are you really kicking me out? There’s a fierce wolf in these woods, and you as that other hitle tand a chance against it. If you keep me around, I can help you out Sean insisted, his brows brat with

meet conviction

Winnic eyed him, her skepticism clear as day, “You planning on showing your true colors and brawling with

Sean bristled at her words, “it’s rude and violent. Is that all you think we’re good for? I’ve told you, I’m one of the good ones, a benevolent sea dragon. I don’t harm folks, and I don’t just throw down for no reason?

Winnie’s gaze lingered on him, her internal debate visible. Having encountered him twice, she had already figured that he wasn’t malicious. Her reluctance stemmed from a desire to avoid entangling karmic ties.

Creatures like hirm, who absorbed the essence of nature to transform and cultivate, tended to weave complex karmic threads with those they interacted with. Once involved, it was tough to disentangle oneself.

But thinking it over, his appearance that night, his act of saving Gentry and the others from the wolf’s clutches wasn’t that karma in itself?

She already owed him one. Turning him away now seemed pointless.

“Fine,” Winnie conceded, her voice softening. “You can stay. Help us deal with those wolves in the hills

tomorrow and then I’ll figure out what to do with you.”

At her words, Sean visibly perked up, his entire demeanor lifting with pride and joy.

“You got it.” he exclaimed, and couldn’t resist adding smugly, “Just you wait and see. I’ll prove my worth.”