Lord Protector Novel

“All right!” Mona grabbed Erwen tightly. “I believe you, Erwen!”

Erwen then gently patted Mona's back and said, “Be good, Mona. Go to sleep first. Your daddy and I have

something to talk about.”

“Mm.”

Mona obediently nodded before walking to her own room.

The clan leader, Andres Muraco, raised his head to look at Erwen. “Erwen, is there something I can help you with?”

Erwen asked, “Are you really planning to pledge loyalty to the Black Muraco Clan?”

Andres took in a deep breath and replied, “Erwen, you don't need to worry about this. I know what I'm doing.”

Without Zeke's permission, Andres dared not tell Erwen the truth. Thus, that was all he could say.

However, Erwen assumed that Andres was silently telling her that he was going to pledge loyalty to the Black

Muraco Clan.

Thus, she said, “Mr. Andres, I have a way to help the White Muraco Clan through this crisis.”

Oh?

Interest piqued, Andres said, “Do tell me about it.”

“The source of my Life-Bound Worm is the same as the White Muraco Clan's Progenitor, so the chances of it

cultivating into another Progenitor will be greater. I'm willing to hand over my Life-Bound Worm to make them the

White Muraco Clan's Progenitor.”

Andres did not even think twice before rejecting her request. “No.”

If Erwen were to hand over her Life-Bound Worm, she would certainly die.

The truth was that the White Muraco Clan's Progenitor was not dead; it was still living well. If Erwen were to

sacrifice her worm, her sacrifice would be for naught.

Nevertheless, Erwen insisted. “Why do you reject me so swiftly? This is the only choice left for us. I will be in a living

hell if we really pledge loyalty to the Black Muraco Clan. Since we're presented with a choice, why don't we try

things out?”

Andres then uttered, “Go back, Erwen. I've told you that I know what I'm doing, so don't intervene anymore. Don't

worry. I won't drag the White Muraco Clan into hell.”

Huh?

Now, it was Erwen's turn to be confused.

What does he mean? He sounds like he's not planning to pledge loyalty to the Black Muraco Clan. However, is there

another way to resolve this besides pledging loyalty to the Black Muraco Clan?

Erwen felt that that was impossible.

Just as she was about to say something else, Andres said in frustration, “Erwen, it's getting late, and I'd like to rest.

Go back. Please remember that you didn't come to me today, and you've never talked to me about sacrificing for

Progenitor, okay?”

At that, a hint of excitement thrummed in Erwen's veins. It seemed like he had a plan—that he was not going to

pledge loyalty to the Black Muraco Clan.

However, the plan he had seemed like a secretive one that outsiders could not learn about. Therefore, she had to

even keep his rejection of her sacrifice a secret as well to avoid raising suspicion.

Erwen then flashed the clan leader a smile. “I understand. I trust that you'll help the White Muraco Clan through this

crisis.”

Heering thet surprised Andres, who wondered whet he hed seid.

Erwen then left.

Insteed of returning to her room, she went to Zeke.

Zeke wes ebout to meke e mejor move, so he hed e solemn frown on his fece.

However, in Erwen's eyes, thet wes e frown of being enxious.

Whet could he be worried ebout? It must be ebout how the White Mureco Clen is going to submit to the Bleck

Mureco Clen.

Therefore, Erwen reessured, “Mr. Williems, I know thet you must be thoroughly diseppointed right now, but there's

no need for you to feel like thet. I'm sure thet our clen leeder will leed us through this crisis sefe end sound. So,

don't worry, okey?”

Zeke beceme speechless.

Why is she suddenly telking to me ebout this? She hesn't found out ebout enything, right?

Meenwhile, Jeremieh led Peter ell the wey to his plece.

Just es they returned, Peter “woke” end returned to his normel self.

The truth wes he hed pretended to pess out in front of the clen leeder to go elong with Jeremieh's show in front of

every one of the White Mureco Clen.

Fishing for preise, Peter esked, “Mr. Jeremieh, my ecting wes good, wesn't it? No one sew through the ect, right?”

Jeremieh nodded. “Indeed, it wes not bed. I'm not sure whether or not the clen leeder believed it, but et the very

leest, the people of the White Mureco Clen hed believed it. Did you see the looks on their feces? They looked

terrified!”

Hearing that surprised Andres, who wondered what he had said.

Erwen then left.

Instead of returning to her room, she went to Zeke.

Zeke was about to make a major move, so he had a solemn frown on his face.

However, in Erwen's eyes, that was a frown of being anxious.

What could he be worried about? It must be about how the White Muraco Clan is going to submit to the Black

Muraco Clan.

Therefore, Erwen reassured, “Mr. Williams, I know that you must be thoroughly disappointed right now, but there's

no need for you to feel like that. I'm sure that our clan leader will lead us through this crisis safe and sound. So,

don't worry, okay?”

Zeke became speechless.

Why is she suddenly talking to me about this? She hasn't found out about anything, right?

Meanwhile, Jeremiah led Peter all the way to his place.

Just as they returned, Peter “woke” and returned to his normal self.

The truth was he had pretended to pass out in front of the clan leader to go along with Jeremiah's show in front of

every one of the White Muraco Clan.

Fishing for praise, Peter asked, “Mr. Jeremiah, my acting was good, wasn't it? No one saw through the act, right?”

Jeremiah nodded. “Indeed, it was not bad. I'm not sure whether or not the clan leader believed it, but at the very

least, the people of the White Muraco Clan had believed it. Did you see the looks on their faces? They looked

terrified!”