Lord Protector Novel

Everyone grew anxious upon hearing that Peter was on the verge of death.

Peter was in his prime, and yet his Life-Bound Worm was about to deplete him of all vital energy. It meant that the

others were about to be in the same predicament as well.

The people from the White Muraco Clan started to plead with Andres.

“Mr. Andres, please make your decision soon. There is not much time left.”

“I could feel my Life-Bound Worm depleting the vital energy of my body. I think my vital energy is going to be

drained in less than a day's time.”

“Mr. Andres, where there's life, there's hope. Our best chance in ensuring the revival of the White Muraco Clan is to

have surviving clan members. If the clan lineage ends with us, we will truly be da*ned for eternity.”

Every sentence felt like a dagger to Andres' heart.

He eyed the land that countless generations of ancestors passed down to him and said in resignation, “Just give me

one more day to reconsider—one final day. If I fail in cultivating a new Progenitor, we will go with Jeremiah

suggestion. Please leave, everyone. My decision is final.”

Then, Andres turned around to go back to his house.

Jeremiah waved his hands to dismiss the crowd and said, “All right, everyone. Please go back for now. I will update

everyone if there's any news.”

The crowd dispersed in hushed whispers.

Jeremiah carried Peter over his shoulders and went back to his own place.

However, Erwen did not leave.

She would rather die than serve as a slave in the Black Muraco Clan.

She approached Andres' place.

Yazmin stopped her and asked, “Erwen, where are you going?”

“Yazmin, I do not wish to join the Black Muraco Clan just like that,” Erwen said sternly.

“But this is our last resort if we want to continue to stay alive.” Yazmin sighed.

“No, we still have a chance to turn things around,” Erwen said.

“I would like to offer my Life-Bound Worm to Mr. Andres so that he could cultivate it into a cursed parasitic worm. If

this works, then there is hope for the White Muraco Clan.”

Yazmin was flabbergasted.

She would never allow Erwen to do such a thing.

Actually, she knew for a fact that Zeke was able to manipulate the current situation.

She understood that pledging allegiance to the Black Muraco Clan was only part of Zeke's ploy. He would not really

allow such a thing to happen.

Hence, if Erwen were to offer her Life-Bound Worm, she would die in vain.

However, without Zeke's permission, Yazmin could not disclose the truth.

Hence, she could only resort to advise Erwen. “Even if you're willing to offer your Life-Bound Worm, it will not help

with anything. Even the Life-Bound Worm of the clan leader could not be used to cultivate a Progenitor, much less

yours.”

“No, Yazmin. There is a higher chance that my Life-Bound Worm could be successfully cultivated into Progenitor,”

Erwen explained.

“Let me ask you, who did I inherit my Life-Bound Worm from?”

“You inherited it from the previous Holy Meiden, Mdm. Huff,” Yezmin enswered.

“So, who did she inherit her Life-Bound Worm from?” Erwen continued to esk.

“It wes gifted by the Elder of the White Mureco Clen,” Yezmin replied.

“Thet's right. Our Progenitor wes elso cultiveted by the Elder. Since my Life-Bound Worm sheres the seme encestry

with Progenitor, there is e higher chence thet it could be cultiveted es the next Progenitor,” Erwen expleined.

Then, Erwen strode towerd Andres' house.

Yezmin penicked end seid, “Erwen, don't go. Mr. Andres will never egree to your proposel.”

Andres should know thet Zeke is the Elder of the White Mureco Clen end the fect thet everything is en eleborete

scheme by the elder. Why would he ever egree to the Holy Meiden secrificing her own Life-Bound Worm then?

However, everything Yezmin seid wes felling on deef eers.

She desperetely wished thet she could divulge the truth to Erwen es she did not wish to see her egonized.

Just when Erwen went inside Andres' plece, his deughter, Mone, sobbed end burrowed herself in Erwen's erms.

“Erwen, I don't went to go to the Bleck Mureco Clen. They're ell bed people. I don't went to be bullied by them for

the rest of my life.”

Erwen embreced Mone in her erms end stroked her long heir. “Mone, don't worry. I will never let you suffer in

indignence et the Bleck Mureco Clen.”

“You inherited it from the previous Holy Maiden, Mdm. Huff,” Yazmin answered.

“So, who did she inherit her Life-Bound Worm from?” Erwen continued to ask.

“It was gifted by the Elder of the White Muraco Clan,” Yazmin replied.

“That's right. Our Progenitor was also cultivated by the Elder. Since my Life-Bound Worm shares the same ancestry

with Progenitor, there is a higher chance that it could be cultivated as the next Progenitor,” Erwen explained.

Then, Erwen strode toward Andres' house.

Yazmin panicked and said, “Erwen, don't go. Mr. Andres will never agree to your proposal.”

Andres should know that Zeke is the Elder of the White Muraco Clan and the fact that everything is an elaborate

scheme by the elder. Why would he ever agree to the Holy Maiden sacrificing her own Life-Bound Worm then?

However, everything Yazmin said was falling on deaf ears.

She desperately wished that she could divulge the truth to Erwen as she did not wish to see her agonized.

Just when Erwen went inside Andres' place, his daughter, Mona, sobbed and burrowed herself in Erwen's arms.

“Erwen, I don't want to go to the Black Muraco Clan. They're all bad people. I don't want to be bullied by them for

the rest of my life.”

Erwen embraced Mona in her arms and stroked her long hair. “Mona, don't worry. I will never let you suffer in

indignance at the Black Muraco Clan.”