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Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 1568
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Zeke put Missy down and started to help Lacey wash the vegetables needed for dinner tonight. “I want to let Missy

start training in martial arts.”

Lacey rolled her eyes. “Zeke, that wasn’t even a funny joke.”

Zeke scrubbed harder at the vegetables. “That’s because I wasn’t joking, Lacey. To tell you the truth, Missy is a

martial arts prodigy. That’s how good she is! If she doesn’t train and develop her abilities, it would be a great loss

for the entire world of martial arts.”

Upon looking at the serious look on Zeke’s face, Lacey felt her own smile freeze in place. “Oh. Well, I have an

answer for you then—don’t even think about it.”

“Lacey, please,” Zeke said pleadingly. “Don’t make a decision so quickly. Take some time to consider it...”

“There’s nothing to consider, Zeke,” Lacey replied shortly. “I won’t allow Missy to train in martial arts. Did you know,

Zeke, that as a martial arts warrior, you’re always out there on the battlefield, fighting and killing? You might not

think anything about it, but I do. I’ve spent my days worrying about you, afraid that someday I’ll hear that you died

out there! If you want Missy to lead that kind of life as well... well, how do you expect me to live on?”

Using his most placating voice, Zeke told Lacey, “Lacey, I can assure you that Missy will be perfectly safe.”

Missy hurriedly chimed in as well. “I want to train too, mom. I’m grown up now. I can make my own decisions.”

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“No,” Lacey said with a sense of finality. It was better to nip this matter in the bud before someone could give Missy

false hope. “I won’t allow it. Go do your homework, Missy.”

“I will not.” Missy dug in her heels stubbornly. She might have been small, but her temper she had inherited from

her mother was anything but. “If you don’t let me train in martial arts, I won’t do my homework! Also, I won’t eat

anymore. No, I’ll just eat junk food. There’s no way I’m going to eat your fruits and vegetables!”

“Missy!” Lacey stared at her daughter aghast, hand half-raised as if to smack her.

Zeke hurriedly restrained Lacey before she could do something she regretted. “Lacey, we can talk about it. There’s

no need to get physical...”

At this point, Lacey felt tears of frustration brimming in her eyes. “You two are as bad as each other for bullying me

together! Get out! I’d rather feed this dinner to pigs than let you eat it!”

She shoved Zeke and Missy out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

“You can come home when you decide to stop thinking about training martial arts,” she shouted angrily through the

closed door.

Holding Missy awkwardly, Zeke opened his mouth to speak before closing it abruptly, speechless.

Having seen and heard everything that just happened, Mr. Collins was biting his tongue hard to keep himself

bursting out into laughter.

It was truly a case of rock beating scissors but ultimately being defeated by the humble cloth. Zeke was an

unstoppable boulder whenever he put his mind to anything, but Lacey was the cloth he would always lose to.

Mr. Collins felt bad for Zeke—truly, he did—but no one could have ever thought that the number one King Class

warrior of Eurasia, a legend of the Ultimate Class who was the icon of the globe, he who was undefeatable in battle,

he whose enemies trembled in fear at his name, was afraid of his wife. And now, faced with the wrath of his wife,

he was as meek as a mouse, obediently shuffling out of the house onto the streets.

The strain of holding in his laughter was going to make Mr. Collins burst. But he had to at least try, if he didn’t, the

Great Marshal would surely be angry.

Letting Missy ride on his shoulders, Zeke shot Mr. Collins a stink-eye. “Laugh it up, old man. I don’t blame you,

honestly.”

Finally free of his restraints, Mr. Collins guffawed heartily. Zeke sullenly aimed a kick at him that sent him flying.

Mr. Collins just sighed and rubbed his rear ruefully. What happened to not getting physical?

With Lacey still fuming at him, Zeke hastily decided retreat was a better course of action. He would not be going

home for the time being. It was probably better if he only discussed the matter of Missy’s training with his wife after

she had calmed down.

After that, Zeke brought Missy along with him to the Devonville Restricted Zone. Come what may, there was one

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thing that would not change. Missy had to train in martial arts. To prepare her for the training, Zeke decided that

the sooner Missy could adapt to a martial art warrior’s life, the better.

And so, the soldiers of the Devonville Restricted Zone were treated to the unexpected sight of the Great Marshal

bringing in a fresh-faced little girl with him. An instant commotion proceeded to explode in the zone.

For all her prodigal talents, Missy was still a little kid - a damn cute one at that. The soldiers of the Restricted Zone

fell for her charms almost immediately. They fussed and doted over her in equal measure. Anything delicious or

worth sharing they had, Missy was automatically given a share.

Even after being kicked out of their home, Zeke had to admit Missy was doing admirably. She had quickly carved

out a niche for herself among the soldiers of the Restricted Zone, who happily treated her like a precious blessing.

Even an elderly servant called Nameless, who had developed a justified reputation for being the coldest and most

detached ba****d in the entire zone, doted upon Missy like a loving grandfather.

The old man had gone out of his way to buy a large variety of toys from the toy shop in town, a whopping eight

hundred miles away from the Restricted Zone.

Of course, he had his conditions - he wanted to take Missy as his apprentice as well, teaching her all that he had

learnt.