Chapter 66

Dry Village

Kain might be crazy, but he knows he was again in someone else's memory.

Outside, the villager was still in conference. When they saw him, they all gathered at a distance and sent a small boy to him. The boy came near and informed him of a rewarding fortune that was kept for anyone who killed the feline on the loose. The one who rakes havoc in the Winterberg Village. It would be transferred to the individual immediately by the village chief, who was informed.

Kain followed them all, dismissing all their glances and comments at his body, and entered the cottage of the chief, silly human, how could they not know about him being a predator? Pathetic, he thought as he felt a flicker of irritation for the foolish villager.

The chief's cottage was more comfortable than the rest of the shacks. The chief came out and interviewed him. He was middle-aged and sported only a lazy white fabric below his waist, like the rest of the folks, except that he looked more sl