Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 317

The farmer gave Wilmore a pair of clothes that belonged to his son, then he took them to the forest but before driving to the thickness, he stopped and gazed at the green world, he could never remember seeing the forest like this. They could only see everything with the color that the witch preferred. All those men who went to kill her would have never come back.

“Did you change your mind?”

The farmer shook his head, he couldn’t describe his feelings but soon if he could find the wooden dolls, he would make sure that his people realized what these men had done.

“No, I can’t change my mind, I had never buried my young son.”

Ryan and Wilmore could understand what he felt instantly.

“Let’s see what that hovel looks like.”

Driving to the road, they arrived in the hovel at noon and searched over the place to see if anything harmful was set there.

“You two can go and bring the wooden dolls, I’ll guard here.”

Wilmore raised an eyebrow, Ryan was the last person he could trust after what he discovered about him.

“Be careful with every passing lady.”

“Shut up, get down!”

He turned his face and vigilantly glanced into the wood.

Wilmore headed to the barn and took the farmer with him.

Reaching underground, the farmer began to wail and it was tough for the prince. He had seen this so much but this time, it was way harsher.

“Please accept my condolences.”

“Why did I leave him alone, I should have come with him. Too late.”

He picked the wooden dolls and gazed at them.

“Their name is carved on these,  but I can’t find my son.” For a moment hope sparkled into his eyes, assuming that he was alive.

The prince did not want to ruin his mood but he was supposed to tell him and set him free.

“I am sorry,” he walked to the roots and took out the wooden doll, and offered the man. How embarrassing that was to declare that he killed the witch with that, actually his son!

“Your son is here,” he extended his hand and gave him the wooden doll.

“Oh, my son!” Sorrow rained down on his flourished face.

“This is the most horrible witch I’ve ever seen, she enjoyed carrying them like dolls.”

“There was a wizard who used to do the same with the beautiful girls but he was killed by another one.”

“How many of these dark magicians exactly exist?”

Wilmore was wishing to find another one who knew how to find the exit gate.

“Are you going to hunt them? But if you track them, you won’t be able to live your life, you will have to force yourself to kill more to survive.”

He paused and waited for him, but Wilmore wasn’t sure what to say.

“I have to go and find an answer from them but if they don’t answer my question therefore I have no other choice but to kill them.”

He pointed out to the stairs, “let us company you to the village, we must buy supplies and move.”

They got out and Ryan sneaked bedside them.

The path ended in silence and at the gates, the prince said, “Stop here.”

“You can get paid for what you did, so why don’t come with me?”

“Because we must go home.”

The old man understood this, as they got down, the men left.

“Where should we go, we did not but goods?”

Ryan asked.

“Look, the gate has red soil and was made of this land, so we must see where it will appear but it isn’t the problem. We must find out when it appears to be ready to face the beast near that gate.”

“Why are you here?”

Ryan asked.

“What do you mean, I’ve told you before?”

The prince excused.

“Do you think that I can be convinced, that you only yearn for that tattoo? There must be a strong reason that you came here, you could go to your court, kill all of those who stand against you, and cause chaos.”

“None of your business.”

“Tell me, is it about Luna? Something related, like you and her having…”

“Shut up, move, because I want to reach the next place at night.”

He began to walk, they needed to buy two horses.

“Fine, I’ll find out myself.”

They paced the walk, and it took them hours to go there, to the next village.

A bar was noisy and the light that was reaching out could show how messy and crowded the place was.

“Should we go to that bar?”

“Do you see any other place?”

Wilmore didn’t hesitate to think twice, the noisier place the better. In such places, many people were buzzing over various subjects.

“How do you assume this? What if they don’t like strangers?”

“Why am I even talking to you? Are you afraid of being kicked out?”

“Yes, I do! I don’t want to face another witch!”

Wilmore grinned, finding witches was his passion, his senses were saying that he came to this world for some reason, perhaps helping these people was his challenge.

“I thought you are as humble as your father but I see you are as selfish as your mother.”

He teased him.

“Happy?”

“I don’t feel you!”

Ryan despised that he used to compare him with Livia. What on the hell poked him to keep saying that?

They arrived at the door of the bar where a man was sitting, looking into the dark, he said, “I don’t like strangers!”

He drew his hat back and darted the men sharp glances. As his appearance said, he was not too far high drunk.

“We won’t stay much, please bear us for tonight.”

Wilmore didn’t wish for conflict so it was better to release himself right now before collapsing into one.

The prince stepped inside and Ryan strode after him, dangling with this bulky guy before the door wasn’t in his dish.

It was warm inside, while the wind outside was getting heavy. This village sounded richer than the previous one thus they could prepare horses.

Eyes turned on the strangers fiercely and,  huh, ridiculous! These people truly disliked strangers and unfortunately, they were quite drunk.

There was only a table, at the end of the bar, a quiet place to have food, to find a place to stay, and eventually, they could sort it out to have food for the road.

The waiter came along and gave them a menu that had only four options.

“Roasted chicken and two mugs of beer.”

Wilmore ordered and waited for the food to be prepared.

“Are you going to the Inn?” A man asked from the next table, he was skinny and crooked and had too much beer that reddened his cheeks.

“Yes, we need to buy two horses.”

“Hm, so you won’t stay much!”

“Henderson, do you know what I heard yesterday?” Another man stated and suspiciously began to peer at the strangers.

“I do! Ten missing men during the past week! They can be killers.”

After what Henderson the bearded man stated, all of the men turned their heads and for a moment forgot their mugs of beer.

“Did not you see any stray strangers?”

Another bulky man meant it.

Wilmore let the waiter bring the food and ignored all the buzzing words that used to shoot at them.

“Maybe they are now among us!”

When Wilmore put the spoon down, he closed his eyes. The bulky stink man was right near his hand, enduring it was brutal and the fist punched the table. The empty dishes flew up and rested, clanked on the table.

“What do you mean?”

Ryan nudged the prince, he was insane, truly insane. These people would itch their asses.

“Hm, what if I mean it?”

“We are not killers, we just arrived here tonight.”

“Wow, seems you are too smart!” The man laughed.

His fingers clawed Wilmore’s nape and forced him to stand. The prince cursed underneath, how awkward he looked among this folk. Smashing the man’s hand, he steadied himself.

“Woooo… See, strong and these hands carried swords.”

Wilmore didn’t want to fight but these men were testing them, challenging them to earn their trust.

“Well, we can go to the forest and look for your people, if you need any proof.”

The man sneered widely and exposed his teeth!

“You came here to take us there and trap us?…!”

A man yelled from the back of the place. The whispers rose and finally, the door ran wide and the man they saw outside chimed in.

“What is this noise for? You are disturbing me!”

“Hector! We think these strangers are fishy!”

The stern man scanned the strangers from top to toe.

“Kidding right? We found snake flake and as I see, the devils don’t like to have food in crowded places.”

“What if you are wrong and there is no devil out there?”

Wilmore and Ryan exchanged glances. They could go and hunt the beast they mentioned in exchange for horses, so they could save more money for the trip.

“Or perhaps they are the devils’ hunters! Or want to be!”

Hector had believed that they were innocent.