Chapter 37: Predator

Looking at Raine's smiling expression, Old Henry's grayish-white eyebrows twisted tightly into a knot, but his gaze couldn't help sticking to that high-quality Razor Beast hide once again.

Although he still found it unbelievable in his heart, "Empty Sword Scabbard Jason" had always had a good reputation in town. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen as the sheriff. Coupled with the bone spikes mentioned in the conversation, everything pointed to the same fact: this seemingly frail, black-haired boy had probably really participated in that dangerous hunt.

"Let's just assume you did it for now."

Old Henry snorted a breath from his nostrils, muttering stubbornly. The absolute certainty in his tone had dissipated, replaced by an awkwardness of reluctantly accepting the truth.

He stretched out his withered, callus-covered hand and carefully stroked the shiny, pitch-black fur once again.