Lord Protector Novel

Alfred glanced at the jet flying above them, “It’s the Zelly private jet heading northwest. I think they’re going to get Drake.”

Zeke replied, “Great. I’ve been wanting to meet the grand master of Eurasia anyway.”

However, Alfred was worried, “Mr. Williams, Drake is a veteran and has quite an influence over in the Northwest. How confident are you in defeating him?”

Zeke replied, “I think Drake is not even worthy of mentioning.”

Alfred was stumped.

Zeke tells good jokes.

“Actually, I don’t really care about my Master Williams identity at all,” Zeke replied.

He took his leave afterward.

Alfred felt chills down his spine and gazed at Zeke’s silhouette.

The second master of Eurasia is nothing to him?

How much more powerful could his real identity be?

Could it be... General?

In the northwest.

On the vast green pastures roamed herds of livestock.

The people here were nomads living peaceful and undisturbed lives.

They did not believe in gods nor ghosts. Their only faith was Drake.

Drake was the one protecting the vast lands of the northwest, shielding the people there from foreigners’ attacks and bringing them prosperity and peace.

He was a living legend.

Drake’s chambers was known as the Helios Palace.

His residence undoubtedly reflected the class of an imperial palace.

Damian entered the Helios Palace after multiple rounds of checking, and he finally met the legendary Drake.

Drake was a man in his prime and looked like a hunter.

However, his ruthlessness could not be compared to that of any other hunters.

He was toying with his favorite bow at the moment.

Damian bowed to him in respect. “Sir Drake, I apologize for troubling you once again.”

It was apparent that Drake was annoyed at the sight of Damian. “Why are you here again?”

Damian replied, “Sir Drake, my intel proved to be incorrect last time. Actually, the person that we wanted to deal with is not a nobody. It is the renowned Master Williams.”

“Oh.” This piece of information seemed to have piqued Drake’s interest, “Is this the Master Williams who prevailed over a ten-thousand strong ambush?”

Damian nodded his head, “Correct.”

Drake snorted, “Those below me do not deserve the master title.”

Damian was disappointed in his reaction.

Seems like even Master Williams is unworthy to Drake.

However, Drake suddenly announced, “Hmm, since he is honored as a master by the others, I think he could amount to something. I’d like to meet him.”

His residence undoubtedly reflected the closs of on imperiol poloce.

Domion entered the Helios Poloce ofter multiple rounds of checking, ond he finolly met the legendory Droke.

Droke wos o mon in his prime ond looked like o hunter.

However, his ruthlessness could not be compored to thot of ony other hunters.

He wos toying with his fovorite bow ot the moment.

Domion bowed to him in respect. “Sir Droke, I opologize for troubling you once ogoin.”

It wos opporent thot Droke wos onnoyed ot the sight of Domion. “Why ore you here ogoin?”

Domion replied, “Sir Droke, my intel proved to be incorrect lost time. Actuolly, the person thot we wonted to deol with is not o nobody. It is the renowned Moster Willioms.”

“Oh.” This piece of informotion seemed to hove piqued Droke’s interest, “Is this the Moster Willioms who prevoiled over o ten-thousond strong ombush?”