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Chapter 9 - The Strange Village!

Chapter 9: The Strange Village!

“Mr. Constantine, you must be tired. Please enjoy yourself tonight.”

Enjoy himself? What did that mean?

Rhodes looked puzzled as the innkeeper left, his face full of suggestive smiles. Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Constantine, may we come in?”

As Rhodes, who was cleaning his firearm, opened the door, he was stunned. A voluptuous blonde woman stepped in with a tray in her hand. She wore a red dress with an extremely low neckline, her full bosom nearly spilling out, completely exposed.

If I remember correctly, this woman was somehow related to the innkeeper.

After placing the food down, she didn’t leave. Instead, she walked slowly and seductively over to Rhodes.

“Please enjoy your dinner tonight to the fullest,” she said with a sultry smile.

Huh?! What’s going on here?

Things always had a way of taking strange turns. But that was what made life so full of surprises.

A golden strand of hair slipped down as Rhodes leaned back, resting his head in his hands, savoring the rare stillness that followed the chaos.

The woman turned to leave, convinced the worst was over. But just as she stepped toward the door, a nightmarish voice rumbled behind her, “Don’t be in a rush… the night’s only just begun.”

The woman’s eyes widened in panic. “Young people… so full of energy,” murmured the innkeeper as he passed by the door, peeking in through the slight crack. He shook his head and turned away, as if this scene was nothing unusual.

The next morning, Rhodes came downstairs, freshly washed and groomed. He was greeted by the innkeeper, who wore a knowing smirk.

“Mr. Constantine, I hope last night’s hospitality was to your satisfaction?”

He looked at Rhodes with wide-eyed amazement. After all, the earthquake on the inn’s second floor had lasted almost half the night. Even someone as worldly as the innkeeper found it incredible. His admiration for Rhodes’ demon hunter identity now held no doubt. A legendary hunter indeed capable of anything.

“I’d like to learn more about this village,” Rhodes said calmly, acting as though he hadn’t understood the innkeeper’s implication. Then, he changed the topic.

“When did the werewolves first start appearing around here?”

The innkeeper sighed.

“It all began three years ago. This village, Redleaf, used to belong to a baron. But one day, everything changed. In just a few days, seven or eight villagers disappeared. The baron sent knights into the forest to search for the missing, but none returned. Soon after, the baron’s estate was attacked by beasts. Everyone inside, including the baron himself, was killed. This place used to be prosperous, merchants would often stop by. But ever since the werewolves came, the village fell into ruin and decline.”

Rhodes frowned as he listened to the grieving innkeeper.

“Didn’t anyone think of leaving? Starting afresh elsewhere?”

“Some tried. They went out to seek help… But none of them ever came back. They likely became food for the werewolves,” the innkeeper shook his head.

“Occasionally, a lost traveler wanders in and brings news from the outside…”

A village that people can enter but not leave.

Rhodes stroked his chin, his expression turning grim.

“And where are those travelers now?”

“No one knows. They always vanish soon after arriving.”

After some questioning, Rhodes left the inn. Unconsciously, he found himself at the village center, outside a church. Inside, pious voices echoed in prayer. Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly.

Based on what the innkeeper told him, he’d pieced together several key points:

The werewolves started appearing three years ago. The outsiders who entered the village always mysteriously vanished. The villagers trying to leave were hunted by werewolves. All food and supplies were controlled by the village chief. The chief was said to be the village’s best hunter, and no one knew where he got so many supplies. His explanation was that it was a long-term emergency stockpiling, but it didn’t fully hold up.

The villagers learned how to fight werewolves from the priest at the church. The werewolves feared fire and weapons soaked in holy water and silver items could harm them. As for the old man in the forest, none of the villagers had heard of such a person.

Even from just these few bits of information, Rhodes could already see that something was wrong.

First of all, where did the village chief’s supplies come from? He claimed they were stored for famine preparation. But the village had hundreds of people, and they had survived for three full years without exhausting the stash.

How is it not suspicious?