“Mr. Constantine must be tired too. Enjoy yourself tonight.”
Enjoy myself?
What does that mean?
Rod looked at the boss, who was full of suggestive looks, with a puzzled expression.
Not long after, the room door was knocked on.
“Mr. Constantine, can we come in?”
The door opened, and Rod, who was maintaining his guns, looked up and was stunned.
A voluptuous blonde woman walked in carrying a tray.
She was wearing a red dress with a very low neckline, her full breasts were pressed together, exposed to the air without any concealment.
If he remembered correctly, this woman should have some connection with the innkeeper.
The blonde woman put down the food and didn't leave.
Instead, she walked towards Rod with a fiery gait.
“Please enjoy your dinner tonight.”
The woman looked up and gave a charming smile.
Hiss!
What is this?
The situation was turning in a strange direction unexpectedly.
However, life is full of surprises.
Her golden hair slipped down unintentionally.
Rod rested his head on his hands, enjoying the rare leisure time.
When everything quieted down.
The blonde woman was about to leave, but a nightmare-like voice came from behind her.
“Don't rush, it's just the beginning.”
The woman widened her eyes, her expression slightly panicked.
“Young people are so good.”
The innkeeper, who was passing by outside, looked through the gap in the door.
He shook his head and turned to leave.
It seemed like he was used to this scene.
...
“Hunter, are you satisfied with the hospitality yesterday?”
The next morning, after washing up, Rod just went downstairs and saw the innkeeper with a suggestive look.
He looked at Rod with a shocked expression.
After all, the earthquake on the second floor of the entire inn had lasted for almost half the night.
This made the experienced innkeeper feel incredible.
In addition to his admiration, he had no doubts about Rod's identity as a hunter.
It can only be said that he is indeed a legendary hunter.
He can do what others can't.
“I want to know about the situation of this village.”
Rod looked calm, as if he hadn't understood what the boss was talking about.
He turned and asked about the town.
“I want to know, when did the werewolves around this village start to appear?”
The boss sighed when he heard this.
“It all started three years ago.”
“This Red Leaf Village was originally the territory of a certain baron, but everything changed one day three years ago.”
“In just a few days, seven or eight villagers disappeared. The lord sent knights to the forest to search for the missing villagers, but all the knights who entered the forest disappeared.”
“Not long after, the lord's manor was attacked by wild beasts, and everyone, including the baron, was killed.”
“This village used to be very prosperous, and merchants passing by would often rest here. But since the werewolves appeared, the village became deserted and increasingly dilapidated.”
Rod looked at the sorrowful boss and slightly frowned.
“Didn't you think about leaving here and developing elsewhere?”
“Some people have tried to leave the village and seek help outside, but none of those who left the village have returned. They probably became food for the werewolves.”
The boss shook his head.
“Occasionally, some lost travelers will enter the village and bring news from the outside.”
A village that can only be entered but not exited.
Rod stroked his chin, with a strange expression.
“Where are those travelers who entered here now?”
“I don't know. Every time someone enters the village, they will disappear inexplicably after a while.”
After a few inquiries, Rod left the inn.
Unconsciously, he came to the center of the village, outside a church.
Inside the church, the sound of devout prayers echoed.
Rod narrowed his eyes slightly.
According to the innkeeper, he had roughly summarized several key points.
The werewolves started appearing three years ago.
After the werewolves appeared, outsiders had entered the village, but they would disappear soon after.
The werewolves would hunt down villagers who wanted to leave the village.
The food and supplies in the village were mostly obtained from the village chief.
The village chief is the best hunter in the village, and no one knows where he got so much food.
According to the village chief's explanation, these food and supplies were stored in advance to prevent famine, but there are loopholes in this statement.
The villagers' method of dealing with werewolves was obtained from the pastor of the church.
Werewolves fear flames, weapons soaked in holy water, and silver can cause them harm.
As for the old man in the forest, he asked several villagers, but no one had heard of him.
Within these few pieces of information.
You can see many problems.
First, where did the village chief's supplies come from?
According to the village chief, these supplies were stored in advance to prevent famine.
However, there are hundreds of people in the entire village, and they have not used up these supplies for three consecutive years.