Lord Protector Novel

Big Back and the others gazed at him in bewilderment. “Netherworld? Please pardon our ignorance, but we have never heard of this organization.”

Zeke waved at them dismissively. “I don't blame you. Even I just found out about it not long ago. It's only natural that you haven't heard about it before. Well, I guess that's it for now. Go back, get some good rest, and be prepared for my orders to end the operation.”

With that said, Zeke turned and was about to return to his room when one of the men stopped him suddenly.

“Great Marshal, please wait. I have something I'd like to say.”

“Speak,” replied Zeke.

“I might have met one of the Netherworld's men before,” the man stated.

Is that so?

This instantly perked Zeke's interest. “Go on.”

The man went on, “May I ask if members of Netherworld are experts in the occult? For instance, bringing the dead back to life?”

Zeke nodded at once. “You're right. That is precisely the most distinctive characteristic of members of Netherworld.”

The man elaborated, “Two years ago, I received information that Paul Darwins of the Ministry of Sacred was once the culprit behind the death of hundreds of soldiers of the North. One of the victims happened to be my blood brother. In a fit of anger, I disguised myself as a servant and infiltrated the Ministry of Sacred, finally succeeding in killing Paul. I was very certain my sword had directly pierced through his heart and knew his death was inevitable. Much to my surprise, I saw him seven days later, full of vim and vigor, and showing no signs that he had suffered an injury at all. I found it so puzzling that I suspected my sword must have missed its mark. However, I happened to glimpse upon his bare chest by chance and noticed a scar on his chest at the exact spot where his heart should be. It proved my sword had struck the right spot after all. Besides, I could feel a faint hint of a death-like aura radiating from his being. It made me wonder if he could possibly have risen from the dead. Great Marshal, do you think he had likely accomplished that through the power of the 'Netherworld' that you mentioned just now?”

Zeke nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, it's very likely indeed. Hmph! Looks like Netherworld must be all-pervasive throughout Eurasia if they cared to penetrate even an insignificant body like the Ministry of Sacred. This time, I must eliminate them for good. By the way, a few pests might appear later to disturb me. Please help me to get rid of them.”

“Yes, Great Marshal.” Big Back had no trouble guessing who those “pests” Zeke mentioned would be, as they would obviously be none other than Charles' men.

In the meantime, Charles was in his private lounge on the first floor of Grand Royal Hotel with Josephine, who had changed into sexy lingerie and was trying every trick in the book to seduce Charles.

Despite that, Charles could not even be bothered to spare a glance at her seductive acts.

At this moment, his entire mind was filled with thoughts about Lacey.

Ever since he had witnessed her beauty, there was nothing Josephine could do to attract even a fraction of his interest anymore.

However, Josephine refused to accept this fate.