The viewers in the livestream went completely silent when the spirit fox appeared.
Everyone held their breath and focused on the unusual spirit fox before them, not daring to exclaim or even type.
The Dashiell stopped two meters away from the crowd, glanced over them, then settled its gaze on the six spirit foxes being held by Scarlett.
The normally docile spirit foxes became visibly uneasy upon seeing its appearance. They looked eagerly at the Dashiell, wanting to break free from their ropes but were too wary of Scarlett to make a move.
Seeing this, Scarlett bent down and untied the ropes binding the six spirit foxes.
Freed, the spirit foxes first glanced at Scarlett. Seeing he had no intention of restraining them, they immediately darted behind the Dashiell, wagging their tails dejectedly.
The Dashiell, noticing Scarlett’s clear gesture of goodwill, softened its sharp gaze a bit, but still remained wary.
Scarlett simply raised her hand and made a respectful gesture.
"We mean no offense. Keeping them overnight was just to have them lead the way. The villagers hope to talk to you."
The Dashiell looked at Scarlett, then at the young man standing beside her. After some hesitation, it returned Scarlett’s gesture with a bow of its own.
The sudden sight of a saluting spirit fox surprised the villagers, one of whom seemed both astonished and confused, as if he had seen such a scene before.
Seeing the Dashiell return the gesture, the initially tense atmosphere slightly relaxed.
The willingness to return the gesture indicated a willingness to be reasonable.
This was good.
But Scarlett knew that the Dashiell’s willingness to show face was entirely for Dashiell’s sake.
It was clear that it wanted to avoid conflict with Dashiell.
In retrospect, having Dashiell accompany them had been the right decision.
Scarlett signaled for the village chief to step forward. Even though the chief was filled with dread for the Dashiell, he nervously stepped up as the village representative.
He mimicked Scarlett’s earlier gesture and respectfully bowed.
"Honorable one... I am the village chief of North Mountain Village. We mean no offense. In the past, we offered tributes to the mountains monthly. If there’s anything we’ve done wrong, please enlighten us, and we will change, we will absolutely change..."
The chief trembled as he spoke, maintaining a humble attitude.
The Dashiell, after hearing his words, scanned the villagers behind him with resentment visible in its eyes.
After a long pause, it finally opened its mouth, speaking human words.
"North Mountain Village, ungrateful! Unworthy of my protection!"
Its voice was sharp, unlike the high-pitched tone of a human, more akin to the sound a beast might make, sharp enough to be slightly jarring.
The sudden sound from the Dashiell left everyone in disbelief, needing a moment to process what it had just said.
The villagers of North Mountain Village were the first to show fear, anxiously explaining in a clamor,
"We, we didn’t do anything."
"Isn’t there some misunderstanding?"
"The village has seen a few spirit foxes like you before, but no one harmed them. We’ve always been honest."
Seeing the Dashiell showing some displeasure at the sudden clamor, the chief quickly raised his hand to silence everyone. Only then did he respectfully inquire about the reason.
"Honorable one, is there some misunderstanding here?"
The Dashiell continued staring at the villagers without immediately responding.
Instead, it was Scarlett who grew impatient. "If you have something to say, just say it! Don’t drag it out!"
The villagers and nearby staff were nearly scared out of their wits by Scarlett’s words, instinctively wanting to stop him from speaking again.
Yet, seeing that the Dashiell showed clear displeasure at Scarlett’s urging, it held back its anger without lashing out.
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