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CHAPTER 126

AUTHOR'S POV

In Scotland, there lived a man named Wilson. He was a known hunter in the whole of Scotland, well respected and also feared.

He had a strong physique, with broad shoulders and a nice, sturdy build. His tanned skin, which was weathered-beaten by years of exposure to his line of work, piercing eyes that had seen many things.

Wilson had spent thirty years as a hunter and even now, as he is fifty years, he was yet to retire. He had made a proclamation that he would die as a hunter. Despite his age, he was still as strong but maybe not as much as before, but he was strong enough.

Rumors of his legendary prowess as a hunter, with tales of his skills and bravery were well known among the people of Scotland, even visitors and little of outsiders, who knew where his tales had reached.

Wilson lived in the picturesque countryside of Scotland, in an area that shared similarities with the Scottish Highlands but was not as remote.

Wilson loved wher