Chapter 151: Blood-Sucking Monster (4)
The two girls spent a little more time by the window. By late morning, a group of villagers returned from the entrance of the reservation, their hands empty.
Seeing this through the window, Everly and Misha hurried downstairs and waited in the living room at Karl’s house.
Soon, Karl and his family of four—the group that had led the procession—came back.
Compared with their tense, serious expressions when they left, they now looked far more relaxed. Everly guessed their trip had gone smoothly, so she casually brought up the livestock deaths at the western farms, reminding Karl to keep an eye on the animals.
Karl wasn’t very surprised to hear that another farm had been attacked last night. He listened patiently to Everly, then nodded. “Thank you for the reminder. I’ll speak to the villagers.”
Whether Karl actually told the villagers about the blood-sucking monster, Everly didn’t know.
But she was certain that later that night, when she lifted the curtain and looked outside before going to sleep, all the nearby Indigenous farms—including Karl’s—were completely dark, with no sign of anyone standing guard.
The farm produce was the main source of income for the Indigenous people here. Everly didn’t think the farm owners could be unaware of attacks on farms just a few kilometers away; after all, this was the information age, and young Winton villagers also used phones and social media, so news couldn’t be that isolated.
Knowing the monster was wandering nearby yet not posting anyone for patrol—did the Indigenous people have some hidden advantage or protection?