The Protector Novel

Everyone present at the temple instantly held their breaths at that sentence.

They stared at Sebastian in disbelief.

What could possibly have pushed Sebastian to make such a daring exchange?

He was even willing to give up his fortune in order to beat this mysterious person, or force.

Sebastian continued kneeling as he waited for an answer to come from within the temple.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the rundown wooden door of the temple creaked open.

A man dressed in a suit walked out of the temple. Everyone looked on in shock and fear as the godson of the ex-ruler of the underworld walked toward them.

Even Sebastian looked terrified.

The young man said simply, “Sebastian, please return. My godfather will handle this.”

“What?”

“Thank you, sir!” Sebastian yelled in glee.

He agreed!

That meant the Morris Group was done for.

this man was practically on the same level as God

couldn’t get his hands on

that, the news of this man finally returning to

of Quebec. He had locked himself

Hampton

himself once more meant that Quebec was about to

families in South

City gathered along the twisting and turning roads of Mount Amethyst in two lines as they waited for this person’s

Sebastian stood among them.

finally some people coming from the end of

down the mountain

people surrounded an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion who looked full

old, his steps were steady and he was

the ruler

in Quebec called him by ‘sir’ and ‘sir’

looked like any other

him to the role of an

walking next

one was all skin and bones, and resembled a walking skeleton. His skin stretched taut over the angular frame of

meters tall and looked

third was as bulked up as a bull and his head was completely bald. There were six scars on the thin skin of his

normal, and nothing stood out about him. However, he was the most fearsome among

White Guards were an indestructible