Lord Protector Novel

“But this is of utmost importance! Mr. White wanted me to inform you the second I see you that...”

“That's an order!” Zeke insisted.

The reason Zeke did not let David speak was out of worry and concern. In fact, he was curious too.

He was worried that David and Brantley might lose their lives trying to protect him if they ever got chased or surrounded by Netherworldians during their escape.

Zeke did not want the two founding members to die a death as saddening as that.

Hence, Zeke wanted David to keep that message to himself so that he would do his best to stay alive and tell him when they were all safe.

The moment Zeke uttered the word order, David went silent.

As a soldier, it was his duty to follow orders.

“Take us out of here, Kingsley,” Zeke said after that.

Kingsley nodded and immediately sprawled on the ground before he started sniffing around like how a dog would.

“What are you doing, Kingsley?” Freddie was puzzled.

“I'm looking for the gap in the barrier, of course. Its position changes all the time. Luckily, I placed a bottle of whiskey in it the last time I found it. Now I can just follow the scent of the alcohol to find it,” Kingsley explained.

Kingsley was taking quite a while to find the scent, so Zeke was getting a little impatient.

“If you can't find it, let me just destroy the barrier,” he proposed.

“Don't,” Kingsley said promptly. “It would be bad if we get surrounded by the Netherworldians after you break the barrier. Just wait a little longer. I'm almost there.”

Suddenly, Brantley spoke. “Oh, an eighteen-year-old single malt whiskey finished in a sherry cask.”

“How did you know that?” Kingsley asked while staring at Brantley in amazement.

Brantley laughed in response. “I have another nickname, called God of Booze. It's been decades since I had a drink. This itch is driving me nuts!”

With that, Brantley reached up above him and grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of thin air.

Then, he twisted open the cork and started gulping down on it.

“Hey, save some for me!” David was also raring for a drink and started fighting Brantley for it.

It was clear that Brantley had taken the whiskey from the gap Kingsley mentioned.

It's just right above his head!

“Let's go!” Zeke commanded, and everyone went jumping into the barrier's gap.

Meanwhile, a Netherworldian was walking toward the entrance with some food in hand while humming a tune.

It was time for him to change shifts with Zeller.

As it turned out, the guy was actually Zeller's twin brother who joined Netherworld with him. People call him Zell as he was younger.

It was their birthday that day, so Zell was planning on having some drinks with Zeller to celebrate.

Nevertheless, he did not see Zeller when he reached the guard post.



“This bast*rd definitely ran off to play cards again.” Zell shook his head with a bitter grin and proceeded to head inside the guard post.

Immediately, he stepped on something squishy when he walked in, and his mind went numb as soon as he looked down.