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Lord Protector Novel

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“Us too!” responded the group of bridesmaids.

Zeke smiled. ”It looks like the descendants of the Seal Mercenary have remained strong. Wolf’s Greed, you’ll be

training them from now forth. I want them to become the first group of female generals in Eurasia!”

“Your wish is my command!” Wolf’s Greed saluted.

When Collins left with Zeke and Wolf’s Greed, the old man could not help but turn back, to look at the faraway Bart

Fort, sighing, “I’d never thought that I’d actually live to see Bart Fort regain its glory.”

“It’s not perfect yet,” Zeke replied. “Not until I find out who’d massacred the Seal Mercenary. I need to avenge

them.”

“I’ll leave it to you then.”

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Chris Black was meditating to heal himself in his manor.

Unfortunately, what pained him the most was not his physical injury, but rather, his mental one.

In addition to losing his Spirit Stone mine, Chris lost all five of his Archduke warriors, whom of which he had wasted

a lot of effort on. Unfortunately, all five of the trained warriors had perished, at the imperial mausoleum.

Chris himself was also injured. He had suffered a double loss, and it was the first time he had been humiliated in

such a manner.

Nonetheless, Chris did not possess the guts to take his revenge. This was because a King Class warrior was assigned

to guard the mine. He was someone who Chris could not defeat.

Unable to face the King Class warrior head-on, Chris had even thought of allying with the warrior to get his hands

on some Spirit Stones.

However, it was unfortunate for Chris, as the King Class warrior had kept his face hidden the entire time.

Chris had once suspected that the warrior was the Great Marshal, but he quickly dismissed the idea because the

Great Marshal had completely depleted his life force. Even the Spirit Stones could not help the marshal recover, let

alone, assist him in becoming a King Class Warrior.

Chris concluded that there was only one other person who had fit the criteria. Ares from the Thisleton family in

Eurasia, whose strength was just a tad lacking, behind the Great Marshal.

Ever since the Great Marshal had lost his power, Ares became the strongest in Eurasia. Also, Ares was nowhere to

be seen recently, which only made Chris feel certain, that Ares was the King Class warrior.

Such a thought caused excitement to course through Chris. Now, only one obstacle remains; getting close to Ares

and getting my hands on the Spirit Stones.

Chris pondered over this matter for a long time before he finally came up with a plan. Since his son, Connor Black,

had trained with Ares’s second son, Clyde Thisleton, in the army school, Chris had thought that they could help

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bridge the two families together.

Chris immediately summoned his son.

Connor was Chris’s youngest son and the one whom he had loved the most. Connor had inherited all of his father’s

traits and was a battle-maniac from a young age.

Five years after joining the military, Connor managed to become a general, as he soon developed one of the most

efficient special forces in Eurasia, the Firewall Team.

The Firewall Team would always score top three, in the yearly military games.

This success had led Chris to hold high hopes for his youngest son.

Upon listening to what his father had to say, Connor sighed, “The Great Marshal used to triumph over Ares. Heck,

he’d even paralyzed the first two heirs of the Thisletons. Everyone thought that the Thisletons would fall after that.

Who knew that they would actually make a comeback! With Ares advancing to the King Class and the Great Marshal

losing all of his powers, Eurasia will now be Ares’s!”

“I need you to befriend Clyde to get some Spirit Stones from them. Do you think that it’s doable?”

“Leave it to me, father,” Connor assured. “I’d helped Clyde once back in military school. Indeed, we haven’t gotten

in touch for quite a long time, but he still owes me that favor. I believe that he’s still thankful for my help.”