The Decisive Werewolf Duke

The ancient Dolomites Mountain was scenic.

The river flowed from the foot of the mountain into the distance.

The windmills spun slowly.

The entire villa was filled with the joyful atmosphere of country style songs.

The Headless Horseman rode on his skeleton horse, strolling along the river.

The horse's hooves left a trail of shallow burning footprints.

Along the way, countless people looked at it.

But no one was afraid.

Because they were already used to it.

The Headless Horseman rode on his skeleton horse and walked to the depths of the manor.

There was already someone waiting for him.

"Honourable Duke Hill..." An old man who looked a little goofy came forward and held his skeletal horse. "Master ordered me to come and welcome you..."

The Headless Horseman's headless neck twisted slightly as he asked, "where is William?"