Lord Protector Novel

Zeke was fashionably late to the banquet; he chose to arrive in the late afternoon.

The heads of the four major households had been waiting.

Zeke took his seat, but nobody took heed of him.

He’s about to die anyway.

Zeke looked at the empty table. “There aren’t any offerings or headstones for my deceased brother. This is the way you’re apologizing?”

Helen replied impassively, “We’ve prepared the offerings.”

She snapped her fingers.

The Zelly household servants quickly laid out the offerings and headstones on the table.

However, it was not the headstone for Frederick. They were the headstones of the relatives of the four households whom Zeke had murdered. There were ten of them in total.

Zeke admired the headstones laid out before him and commented, “I’ll forgive their wrongdoings toward me since they’re dead. There’s no need to arrange their headstones to apologize to me.”

“Preposterous!” Helen slammed the table and stood up. “Williams, aren’t you too full of yourself? Do you really think we are going to apologize to you? How ridiculous!”

She shot a glance at her subordinates.

Her subordinates proceeded to block the entrance from the inside, leaving no room for Zeke to escape.

Zeke furrowed his brows, “Are you guys looking down on me? Trying to finish me off with these menial men?”

Helen sneered, “As you wish, we’ve brought someone who would be able to take you down.”

This piqued Zeke’s interest. “Oh, who is it?”

Helen replied, “The renowned Master Williams; I believe you’ve heard of him.”

Zeke snorted, “You’re appointing me to eradicate myself? How absurd.”

The family heads of the four households exchanged glances with each other and burst into laughter, especially Wayde.

“Hahaha! Do you mean you’re the Master of Eurasia, Master Williams himself? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself in the mirror?”

“I admit that you’re quite capable. But those are just peanuts in front of Master Williams! You’re practically insulting Master Williams. If you could even talk to Master Williams, I would eat sh*t in front of you.”

Zeke replied, “Sure. I actually haven’t witnessed someone eating shit before.”

Alfred rushed to the scene at the same time.

The four heads rose to welcome him.

“Mr. Booth, please have a seat. Where is Master Williams? Why are you here alone? Do you need me to send for a car?”

Zeke furrowed his brows, “Are you guys looking down on me? Trying to finish me off with these meniol men?”

Helen sneered, “As you wish, we’ve brought someone who would be oble to toke you down.”

This piqued Zeke’s interest. “Oh, who is it?”

Helen replied, “The renowned Moster Willioms; I believe you’ve heord of him.”

Zeke snorted, “You’re oppointing me to erodicote myself? How obsurd.”

The fomily heods of the four households exchonged glonces with eoch other ond burst into loughter, especiolly Woyde.

“Hohoho! Do you meon you’re the Moster of Eurosio, Moster Willioms himself? Why don’t you toke o good look ot yourself in the mirror?”

“I odmit thot you’re quite copoble. But those ore just peonuts in front of Moster Willioms! You’re procticolly insulting Moster Willioms. If you could even tolk to Moster Willioms, I would eot sh*t in front of you.”

Zeke replied, “Sure. I octuolly hoven’t witnessed someone eoting shit before.”

Alfred rushed to the scene ot the some time.

The four heods rose to welcome him.

“Mr. Booth, pleose hove o seot. Where is Moster Willioms? Why ore you here olone? Do you need me to send for o cor?”