Lord Protector Novel

Alas, it had been several days since Zeke had dreamed of the old beggar and Lacey, which frustrated him.

He opened his eyes and asked impatiently, “Why are you in such a panic?”

“Today's the day we're supposed to offer the Spirit Stones to the Legatus. If all goes as planned, the Legatus will send someone to come and collect them. However, our Spirit Stones have been refined into spiritual iron already. How will we explain to the Legatus?” Phoenix responded.

He replied, “If anyone comes asking for the Spirit Stones, just send them straight to me.”

Hearing that, she asked cautiously, “Tell me the truth, Zeke. Do you want to meet the envoy sent by the Legatus because you're planning to kill the person? You're not thinking of going up against the Legatus, are you?”

“Not at all,” Zeke replied with a shake of his head.

Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good to hear. I know you're very skilled. However, you're no match for the Legatuses. I heard they're all warriors of some class or other. In terms of the outside world, they could very well be kings. They have extraordinary power—”

“King Class,” Zeke interrupted.

She nodded immediately. “Right, that's the one. King Class. That's why you shouldn't act rashly.”

Nodding, he said, “My goal isn't King Class but Theos.”

Phoenix could not help chuckling, then replied with a smile, “Isn't that just building castles in the air? Forget it. I'm not going to stay here and talk nonsense with you. You should think about how you're going to deal with the Legatus.”

Naturally, she did not believe Zeke was being serious. Theos? Do you honestly think you can afford to provoke Theos? You're not even qualified to be a servant of Theos.

With that, she turned to leave.

“Wait!” Zeke suddenly called out.

Phoenix halted in her tracks and turned around to look at him. “Anything else?”

He walked up to her, then stretched out an arm toward her forehead.

Instinctively, she stopped him. “Hey! What do you think you're doing?”

Ignoring her, he placed his hand on top of her head and commanded, “Don't move.”

Intimidated by his masculine aura, she obediently stood still, allowing him to touch her head.

It's my first time having such close contact with a man. No, it's my second time. The first was when Zeke grabbed my hand forcefully and helped clean my wound. Is this what it feels like to be patted on the head tenderly? I feel... a little moved and somewhat nervous.

Her body stiffened. She was at a complete loss for what to do and didn't even know where to place her hands.

Why is he stroking my head? Is he finally going to confess his feelings to me? How should I respond? Should I accept his feelings? Will that make him think I'm too bold? Or do I reject him? What if that makes him frustrated and deters him from continuing to pursue me? Oh, what a dilemma this is!