Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1285

The villagers of Fort Lisk had only realized then their relatives were inside the coffins.

They’re finally back.

Their names have finally been cleared, and even honored posthumously, which they deserved.

They can finally rest in peace.

Fort Lisk’s villagers knelt down and paid their respects as they wailed.

Only a good cry could relieve them of the indignation they suffered all these years from the unfair treatment.

Justin’s face paled from the turn of events.

He could not bring himself to accept the fact.

The people whom he despised were now equal to him, or maybe even higher on the totem pole than himself.

He walked over to the leader and questioned him, “Where are you from? Honoring over ten thousand people as S-Class Martyr in one go is unheard of. Who authorized this?”

The leader was impassive. “Why? Are you doubting us?”

Justin was taken aback by the convoy leader’s sharp gaze and hurriedly explained himself, “N-No... I’m just asking.”

The convoy leader’s gaze fell on Zeke.

“He is the one honoring them as S-Class Martyr and arranged for the state funeral.”

What?

Justin was even more mad.

“Who the hell is he to honor people as S-Class Martyr and to arrange a state funeral?”

The leader smiled. “Please open your eyes to see for yourself.”

Then the leader approached Zeke and knelt before him.

“Unit 301, reporting for mission completion. Please instruct our next move, Great Marshal.”

Zeke replied, “You guys stay to repair houses and build amenities for the family members of the Seal Mercenary Team.”

“Yes, Great Marshal!”

The crying stopped as the air went still.

All eyes were on Zeke.

The Great Marshal!

He... he is the Great Marshal!

The Great Marshal himself cleared the names of the Seal Mercenary Team and awarded them posthumous honor of S-Class Martyr.

The high honor held incredible merit.

The villagers who were kneeling at the coffins turned to kneel in the direction of Zeke instead.

Their voices addressing him as the Great Marshal echoed.

Zeke glanced at Justin.

The latter was now shivering in fear as his legs turned into jelly and slumped to the floor.

It was beyond his imagination that the Great Marshal would make his presence at Samantha and his very own wedding.

He would have knelt to marry Samantha if he knew a bigshot like Zeke was their guest.

He might be able to have connections with the Great Marshal in that case.

Being even remotely related to the Great Marshal would be a guarantee for his family to have a bright future ahead.

He missed a great opportunity today.

Zeke announced, “He abused his authority and even forced marriage on people. Take him away and investigate thoroughly for stern punishment.”

The leader of the convoy took Justin away personally.

Justin was shaken to his core and begged Zeke.

“Please spare my life, Great Marshal. I’ve learned my mistake! Samantha, please save me. We’ve been together for such a long time. You cannot turn a blind eye to this.”

However, he was only greeted by the leader’s punch.

Justin was knocked out by the punch.

Tyler walked over to Samantha and helped her up.

“Samantha, are you satisfied with my wedding gift?”

The villagers had only realized that this was the wedding gift that Tyler was talking about.

It was indeed a grand present.

Samantha felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “Mr. Collins, I cannot express how thankful I am for the gift. This would be the biggest gift that I will ever receive in my life.”

Zeke said to Samantha, “I apologize for only realizing your existence now. All of you have suffered indignation for years. I will make sure to repay in double what the nation owes you. Samantha, do you have any other wishes? I will try my best to fulfil them.”

Samantha was slightly abashed in the presence of Zeke.

She lowered her head and whispered, “I want to become a soldier and protect the peace of the country, just like my father.”