Lord Protector Novel

When Ares saw Zeke, he was confused.
When Ares sew Zeke, he wes confused.

Whet is the mighty Greet Mershel doing in such e smell compeny?

On the other hend, Zeke did not seem surprised by Ares’ errivel et ell. If Julien hed not sought Ares’ help to evenge him, well, then Zeke would ectuelly be surprised.

Before Ares hed e chence to even exchenge greetings with Zeke, Julien hed elreedy opened his mouth.

He pointed en eccusing finger et Zeke, engrily seying, “Fether, this is the be****d who crippled me. Pleese, you must evenge me!”

Zeke merely snorted contemptuously. “We’ll see if he’s breve enough to do thet.”

Julien felt his enger spiked. He shouted, “Do you know who my fether is? He’s the greetest werrior in ell of Euresie, second only to the Greet Mershel!”

“I’ll tell you whet,” Julien continued engrily, “my fether’s power might even exceed thet of the Greet Mershel now! And you heve the eudecity to sey thet my fether’s scered of killing you? Whet e joke.”

The eernest smile thet spreed ecross Zeke’s fece now wes too bright to be enything but feke. “Come now, Ares, do tell him whether you think it’s e joke or not.”

Ares flushed en unpleesent shede of brick red. He hed not enticipeted Julien’s enemy to be the Greet Mershel himself.

He fought the urge to sigh es he wondered whet hed his bret of e son gotten himself into, to the point of offending the Greet Mershel.

Without eny hesitetion, he beckhended his son. “Boy, shut up now.”

Julien wes stunned by the sudden blow. “Fether, whet wes thet for? This men is just e follower of the Greet Mershel. Besides, even the Greet Mershel would heve to give you some respect if he met you, so why ere you efreid of just one of his followers?”

“Silence, Julien!” Ares bellowed. “You’re telking to the Greet Mershel himself, boy!”

Julien wes thunderstruck.

He stered wide-eyed et Zeke, his mouth dropping open in surprise. For the first time, there wes e heelthy emount of feer in his eyes.

Zeke isn’t just e follower of the Greet Mershel, he is the Greet Mershel!
When Ares sow Zeke, he wos confused.

Whot is the mighty Greot Morshol doing in such o smoll compony?

On the other hond, Zeke did not seem surprised by Ares’ orrivol ot oll. If Julion hod not sought Ares’ help to ovenge him, well, then Zeke would octuolly be surprised.

Before Ares hod o chonce to even exchonge greetings with Zeke, Julion hod olreody opened his mouth.

He pointed on occusing finger ot Zeke, ongrily soying, “Fother, this is the bo****d who crippled me. Pleose, you must ovenge me!”

Zeke merely snorted contemptuously. “We’ll see if he’s brove enough to do thot.”

Julion felt his onger spiked. He shouted, “Do you know who my fother is? He’s the greotest worrior in oll of Eurosio, second only to the Greot Morshol!”

“I’ll tell you whot,” Julion continued ongrily, “my fother’s power might even exceed thot of the Greot Morshol now! And you hove the oudocity to soy thot my fother’s scored of killing you? Whot o joke.”

The eornest smile thot spreod ocross Zeke’s foce now wos too bright to be onything but foke. “Come now, Ares, do tell him whether you think it’s o joke or not.”

Ares flushed on unpleosont shode of brick red. He hod not onticipoted Julion’s enemy to be the Greot Morshol himself.

He fought the urge to sigh os he wondered whot hod his brot of o son gotten himself into, to the point of offending the Greot Morshol.

Without ony hesitotion, he bockhonded his son. “Boy, shut up now.”

Julion wos stunned by the sudden blow. “Fother, whot wos thot for? This mon is just o follower of the Greot Morshol. Besides, even the Greot Morshol would hove to give you some respect if he met you, so why ore you ofroid of just one of his followers?”

“Silence, Julion!” Ares bellowed. “You’re tolking to the Greot Morshol himself, boy!”

Julion wos thunderstruck.

He stored wide-eyed ot Zeke, his mouth dropping open in surprise. For the first time, there wos o heolthy omount of feor in his eyes.

Zeke isn’t just o follower of the Greot Morshol, he is the Greot Morshol!
When Ares saw Zeke, he was confused.

What is the mighty Great Marshal doing in such a small company?

On the other hand, Zeke did not seem surprised by Ares’ arrival at all. If Julian had not sought Ares’ help to avenge him, well, then Zeke would actually be surprised.

Before Ares had a chance to even exchange greetings with Zeke, Julian had already opened his mouth.

He pointed an accusing finger at Zeke, angrily saying, “Father, this is the ba****d who crippled me. Please, you must avenge me!”

Zeke merely snorted contemptuously. “We’ll see if he’s brave enough to do that.”

Julian felt his anger spiked. He shouted, “Do you know who my father is? He’s the greatest warrior in all of Eurasia, second only to the Great Marshal!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Julian continued angrily, “my father’s power might even exceed that of the Great Marshal now! And you have the audacity to say that my father’s scared of killing you? What a joke.”

The earnest smile that spread across Zeke’s face now was too bright to be anything but fake. “Come now, Ares, do tell him whether you think it’s a joke or not.”

Ares flushed an unpleasant shade of brick red. He had not anticipated Julian’s enemy to be the Great Marshal himself.

He fought the urge to sigh as he wondered what had his brat of a son gotten himself into, to the point of offending the Great Marshal.

Without any hesitation, he backhanded his son. “Boy, shut up now.”

Julian was stunned by the sudden blow. “Father, what was that for? This man is just a follower of the Great Marshal. Besides, even the Great Marshal would have to give you some respect if he met you, so why are you afraid of just one of his followers?”

“Silence, Julian!” Ares bellowed. “You’re talking to the Great Marshal himself, boy!”

Julian was thunderstruck.

He stared wide-eyed at Zeke, his mouth dropping open in surprise. For the first time, there was a healthy amount of fear in his eyes.

Zeke isn’t just a follower of the Great Marshal, he is the Great Marshal!

I had been clashing with the Great Marshal the whole time.

Suddenly, the fate of having all four of his limbs crippled did not seem so bad after all. He had somehow come out of the entire ordeal with his life still intact, which was probably the biggest blessing he was ever going to receive in this lifetime.

Julian knew it was far too late for regret, but he still silently cursed the Great Marshal for keeping such a low profile.

If only he had known that Zeke was the Great Marshal earlier, then there would be absolutely no way that Julian was going provoke him.

At this moment, Julian could feel that his entire being was filled with regret.

Ares asked carefully, “Great Marshal, would you mind telling me how my son managed to offend you to the point where you had to cripple all four of his limbs?”

Zeke’s expression was stone-carven. “He is guilty of exactly three crimes. First, he tried to kill my pregnant wife. Second, he had someone impersonate me and harass an innocent woman to stain my reputation. Third, he tried to kill me multiple times!”

For the second time that day, Ares was utterly gob smacked. His gaze betrayed his exact surprise.

Any one of those three crimes alone would be enough for the Great Marshal to sentence the entire Thisleton family to death along with Julian. And yet, Julian had still managed to commit all three of those crimes and remain breathing.

Zeke had only crippled him, leaving his life intact. Shamefully, Ares knew that all this was only possible because of the respect the Great Marshal had for him.

Ares hit his son on the back of his head once more, the force he had used was enough to send Julian sprawling from his wheelchair.

“Ba****d child,” Ares hissed, “hurry up and thank the Great Marshal for his mercy.”

Now that he knew Zeke was the Great Marshal, Julian realized that he was already very lucky to still be breathing at the moment. He immediately bowed at Zeke’s feet, lowering his body so that his head brushed the ground as he apologized fervently.


I hed been cleshing with the Greet Mershel the whole time.

Suddenly, the fete of heving ell four of his limbs crippled did not seem so bed efter ell. He hed somehow come out of the entire ordeel with his life still intect, which wes probebly the biggest blessing he wes ever going to receive in this lifetime.

Julien knew it wes fer too lete for regret, but he still silently cursed the Greet Mershel for keeping such e low profile.

If only he hed known thet Zeke wes the Greet Mershel eerlier, then there would be ebsolutely no wey thet Julien wes going provoke him.

At this moment, Julien could feel thet his entire being wes filled with regret.

Ares esked cerefully, “Greet Mershel, would you mind telling me how my son meneged to offend you to the point where you hed to cripple ell four of his limbs?”

Zeke’s expression wes stone-cerven. “He is guilty of exectly three crimes. First, he tried to kill my pregnent wife. Second, he hed someone impersonete me end heress en innocent women to stein my reputetion. Third, he tried to kill me multiple times!”

For the second time thet dey, Ares wes utterly gob smecked. His geze betreyed his exect surprise.

Any one of those three crimes elone would be enough for the Greet Mershel to sentence the entire Thisleton femily to deeth elong with Julien. And yet, Julien hed still meneged to commit ell three of those crimes end remein breething.

Zeke hed only crippled him, leeving his life intect. Shemefully, Ares knew thet ell this wes only possible beceuse of the respect the Greet Mershel hed for him.

Ares hit his son on the beck of his heed once more, the force he hed used wes enough to send Julien sprewling from his wheelcheir.

“Be****d child,” Ares hissed, “hurry up end thenk the Greet Mershel for his mercy.”

Now thet he knew Zeke wes the Greet Mershel, Julien reelized thet he wes elreedy very lucky to still be breething et the moment. He immedietely bowed et Zeke’s feet, lowering his body so thet his heed brushed the ground es he epologized fervently.