Lord Protector Novel

Before the cursed parasitic worm could get away, Zeke killed it with a quick stomp. Then, sounds of bells hastily chiming filled the streets as he was about to leave the house to help the other families out.

The villagers immediately stopped crying and stood in line.

Zeke knitted his brows in confusion. Huh? It's mealtime again? I thought it was just moments ago.

Ava grabbed Zeke's hand and walked toward the exit. “Hurry up. Follow me.”

“What's going on?”

“Don't ask and don't speak. Just follow me,” Ava said in a hushed voice.

Zeke did as told and joined the line of villagers with her.

It was the two young men who distributed food just now.

The tattooed man barged into the house that Zeke was in. “Whose house is this?”

“Me, Master.” The old woman quickly took a step forward from the line.

“I've brought you good news. The clan leader really likes your eldest son and wants to take him as his godson. I'm here to take your son to the chief.”

His words could've deceived others, but Zeke wasn't buying it.

He knew that it was pure blarney.

They must have sensed that the worm had fully matured, so they came here just for that.

The old woman's face soured, as she didn't want her boy to be taken away.

Those who had gone to the clan leader before this were never heard of again. No one knew if they were still alive.

It's my son's turn. Are they going to...

The old lady got more and more worried from the thoughts of what might happen to her child. “Master, my son's still very young. He won't be able to live without me. Is it... Is it possible to, you know, give him more time?”

“Shut your mouth. You should be counting your blessings, for the clan leader has his eyes on your son! Not only aren't you grateful, but you're also trying to get in the way! Don't you know what's good for you? One more word, and I'll chop off your tongue.”

From the young man's ferocious attitude, the old lady backed down. She knew that her pleading would bring nothing but more harm, so she sealed her lips.

The man then swaggered into the room.

Blood drained from his face when he saw the young boy as fit as a fiddle. The latter was running about in the room, and he appeared to be pretty healthy. It wasn't how someone with a cursed parasitic worm in his system would behave.

The pool of vomitus was still there, and the carcass of the worm in it was conspicuous.

The worm was taken out from this kid, and it's dead! After years of incubation, and this is what we're getting?

The two young men were furious.

“Who did this? Who the f*cking hell did this? Who crushed it?”

The bawl was ghastly, and the fearful villagers outside the room were trying to make sense of his reaction.