Lord Protector Novel

The room that Zeke and his party were received in was situated in between the inner and outer doors.

The crack in the wall left behind revealed the inner doors of the Carter sect.

With mounting excitement, Zeke hastened forward with broad strides and made his way into the crack in the wall.

Tyler gazed morosely at the shards of broken porcelain on the table which was caused by the shockwave of Zeke's fist.

What a pity. Those were valuable tea leaves, indeed! It was a rare enough opportunity for me to sample some today, but Zeke just had to destroy everything. What a brute!

Tyler picked up the remainder of the tea leaves and stuffed them in his pocket.

With his other hand, he grabbed the tea mistress by the collar. “Take me to the tea room now, or things ll get ugly.”

“Focus on the mission, Tyler,” Nameless reminded him. “We might have a fight ahead of us.”

“Go on ahead. When you get back, we'll savor the tea together.”

Nameless shrugged. “Deal.”

As the debate was going on, Zeke was gazing cautiously around the area behind the inner doors with a grim expression.

Though his anger had gotten the best of him again, he forced himself to steady his murderous intent as he did not wish for his daughter to be scarred by the horrors of a bloodbath.

“Missy, Daddy is going to teach some bad guys a lesson.” Zeke turned around to address his daughter with a fatherly smile. “Why don't you go upstairs and explore the other rooms?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Missy nodded obediently.

“By the way,” she added. “I sense the ebb and flow of spiritual energy here as well.”

“You do?” Zeke said at once. “Is it the same type as the one we were pursuing before?”

“No, Daddy. That one was much stronger than the one I'm currently sensing.”

Zeke's pulse quickened in excitement.

The collection of herbs and artifacts of the Carters is already a sight to behold. If what Missy sensed is much more powerful than the Carters' collection, I shudder to even imagine what we may find.

Jaddaeus got to his feet unsteadily and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Great Marshal, I have been nothing but a gracious host. How could you lash out at me like that?”

“Lash out?” Zeke repeated with a chuckle. “Oh, I'm just getting started.”

Jaddaeus shivered at the menace in Zeke's voice.

“Do you recall what my last visit looked like?” Zeke asked with a leer. “You think slaughtering a man every ten minutes until Jaime showed himself was cruel? This time, I'll...”

Zeke drifted off as he glanced around the empty corridors. “I suppose there is no one here this time for me to make the same threat, is there? Well then, change of plans. I'll rip out an arm of yours for every minute you keep me waiting.”