Chapter 67

“Do you also live in the forest?” asked the middle-aged man carrying a motorized pedicab. Yes, Delbert and Dawson had to hitch a ride on the motorized pedicab of the person who went to the forest to fetch wood. His name was Mr. Dolve, a man who lived with his grandson in the forest northwards.

Delbert grunted, actually he never told anyone that he lived in the forest because he didn’t want to be bothered by people who pretended to care.

“No, we’re just here to see something in the forest. Do you live here?” Delbert asked, investigating.

Mr. Dolve smiled and nodded to confirm Delbert’s statement. Delbert sighed softly, they were the only neighbors in that forest and it made Delbert have to adapt to the man.

“Yes, I just moved here because of something that piqued my curiosity. Do you know about the legend of werewolves? I’m really curious about them,” the man said with a meaningful smile on his face.

Dawson coughed when he heard the question from Mr. Dol