Chapter 87:
“This…”
After hearing Murphy’s concern, Maxim’s expression also became unpleasant. As someone born in the Transia region, he had seen no shortage of ominous tales since childhood.
This closed and rugged land was never lacking in ghost stories of this kind.
Including but not limited to ghouls that would crawl out of graves at night to feast on the remains of the dead, resentful spirits that would possess the bodies of the unfortunate and shred their souls to devour them, and midnight vampire visitors that would quietly arrive on some ill-omened night, among others.
Compared to these horrifying beings, the werewolf bandits roaming the mountains and hills, robbing homes, and the dog-headed petty thieves always craving candles seemed so tame.
In other regions, werewolf and various beasts might be considered dangerous, but in the haunted land of Transia, they had no standing whatsoever.
They were at the very bottom of the dark creatures’ food chain, not even feared by children over ten years old.
This was not a bad thing.
At the very least, it tempered the notorious thick skin and ruggedness of the Transian people, allowing even farmers to dare wield pitchforks against ghouls stealing their livestock.