Lord Protector Novel

Theodore asked immediately, “Please tell me what plant it is. I will have my people go search for it right away.”

“Rhodiola rosea,” answered Lennon.

Gasp!

Theodore couldn’t help but gasp.

“I’ve heard of that plant before. It is one of the ten rarest plants. Only four herb plantations produce them in small quantities. Moreover, every single one of them was kept by the military. To make matters worse, the Great Marshal recently took over the task of keeping all ten rarest plants safe. I cannot get one with my current level of influence.”

Lennon said, “Calm down. I’ve already looked around, and Tulle plans on selling one via the black market. The one who pays the most will get the plant. Do everything you can to get your hands on it if you don’t want to die.”

Theodore was ecstatic. “Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. I am eternally grateful.”

“Also, I’ve poisoned Zeke Williams, and he will need the plant to cure his poison too. He might go into the bidding war with you. If you can get your hands on that last available Rhodiola Rosea, you will live, and Zeke will die because this is a crucial ingredient for his medicine. You mustn’t lose to him,” added Lennon.

Theodore was thrilled to hear that. “Okay! I will spend all my money and sell off all my assets to get that plant. Emptying my estate to kill Zeke Williams. Hah! Now that is a bargain.”

Lennon’s lips curved into an undetectable, evil grin.

He planned on using that plant to cure his own poison.

As for Theodore... Well, he can die or whatever. I don’t care.

The auction would take place in a marketplace in Atheville.

Theodore and Lennon showed up early in the morning.

The poisonous worms inside their bodies would act up every afternoon. The sooner they get the plant, the sooner they’d be able to cure themselves. If they were lucky, they might actually avoid suffering the pain that very afternoon.

As predicted, Zeke showed up at the marketplace to bid for the plant too.

Lennon scoffed, “You’re strong, Williams. You didn’t even die of agonizing pain yesterday.”

Zeke chuckled playfully. “Sorry, but I have already cured myself of your puny poison. You... I poisoned you yesterday, and you didn’t die of pain, but it seems that you will not survive today.”

“Mr. Sullivan, you were poisoned as well?” blurted Theodore curiously.

“His impotent poison can’t do anything to me. I’ve already rid myself of that worm. Let’s head in. I don’t want to waste my time with him,” said Lennon.

Both men walked into the auction house.

Zeke spoke meaningfully, “Theodore, did a certain someone tell you to bid for the Rhodiola Rosea to cure your poison? Aw, you might end up spending all your effort to get the plant that will never be used on yourself.”

Theodore frowned.

What does Zeke mean by that? Is he hinting that Lennon wants me to bid on the plant to cure himself instead of helping me? Could it be that Lennon never rid himself of Zeke’s poison?

Theodore then thought about how Lennon had personally come to the auction house and seemed to value the plant a lot.

In other words, he acted as if he truly cared about Theodore’s life...

Why would a member of the Sullivan family care if a random representative lives or dies?