Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1333

Chris would have to procure the aid of tomb raiders and get them to secure the entrance before he could make his way into the imperial mausoleum.

Perhaps the immortals the chief told Zeke and Mr. Collins about were the tomb raiders Chris had gotten in touch with.

In the end, Zeke asked, “Chief, do the immortals have the capability to raid a tomb?”

As soon as the chief heard Zeke’s words, his expression changed as the veins on his forehead bulged because he got worked up abruptly.

“Yes! Those four ba****ds are extremely skillful tomb raiders! They have always euphemized their actions and told us they were there on behalf of the villagers who had passed on. Since they’re immortals, we dared not offend them either.”

Finally, Zeke could be certain the so-called immortals were the tomb raiders who had secured the entrance to the imperial mausoleum on Chris’ behalf.

“Chief, can you please bring us to their place immediately?” Zeke’s words sounded as though it was more of an order instead of a request.

“Why don’t we drop by their place once we finish the meals? After all, I have prepared all sorts of delicacies to treat both of you!” The chief counter offered.

“We need to get going immediately,” Mr. Collins urged because he was aware the so-called immortals the chief had been talking about might be involved in the murder of the Seal Mercenary.

In the end, the chief gave in to their request and brought them over to the so-called immortals’ place.

They ended up in front of a poorly maintained straw-bale house. Even though the place wasn’t equipped with any windows or doors, the party of three could detect the stench coming from inside of the place.

Once they entered the straw-bale house, they were greeted by an extremely messy scene.

There were four men lying on top of a tattered wooden bed. They were sleeping soundly by the time the party of three made their way into their place.


The chief explained, “They are always asleep during the day because they spend most of their time working in the night. I’ll wake them up immediately.”

Once the chief finished his sentence, he rushed over to wake them up from their sleep. “Tourneau, Duneau, wake up.”

Zeke surveyed the surrounding of the so-called immortals’ place and had his gaze fixated on the dustbin because he detected some antiques hidden underneath the pile of rubbish.

As a matter of fact, the antiques ranged from collectables to cultural artefacts from different nations.

It was evident the few tomb raiders had been busy over the past few years. They must have had generated a fortune through trading the stolen relics.

Tourneau and his comrades were roused from sleep due to the chiefs summon.

He was enraged and yelled at the chief, “What the hell do you want? I’m having a drink with the reapers! You shouldn’t have woken me up because we were talking about how long you would live!”

“D-Did the reapers tell you how long I would live?” The chief asked in a quivering voice as though he was afraid of Tourneau.

In return, Tourneau said, “They were about to tell me, but before they could spill the beans, you had dragged us back to the mortal realm.”

Finally, Tourneau noticed the presence of Zeke and Mr. Collins. He asked, “Huh? Who the hell are they?”

“They are the census enumerators and are dropping by the village to verify the members of the village.” The chief replied and explained the purpose of Zeke and Mr. Collins’ visit.

Tourneau’s eyes gleamed all of a sudden as he exclaimed, “Oh! The reapers told us two annoying figures would drop by and pay us a visit soon. They must be the annoying ones the reapers were talking about previously.”

He coughed vigorously and warned Zeke and Mr. Collins as he reached for a cigarette, “Both of you are about to die soon. Do you want to prolong your lifespan?”

Mr. Collins asked with a superficial smile, “Oh? What should we do to prolong our lives?”

In return, Tourneau replied in a contemptuous manner, “Give me a hundred thousand, and I’ll bribe the reapers on your behalf. I’ll get them to turn a blind eye on both of you and leave your souls alone for the time being.”

“Oh? Does that mean we’re able to purchase our lives using money? If that’s the case, how much does it cost to take the lives of every one of you here? I can’t wait to do that!” Mr. Collins’ eyes glinted wrathfully as he replied in a sarcastic manner.

Strong murderous intent could be detected from the infuriated man because he could no longer suppress his anger.

He was certain the so-called immortals were related to the death of the Seal Mercenary.

In short, Mr. Collins was ready to take them out and get them to bear the consequences of their actions with their lives.

“Hmph! You insolent fool! How dare you insult us? I’ll complain about you in front of the reapers! We’ll get them to drag you to hell!” In return, Tourneau yelled hysterically as he was enraged.

“You know what? I’ll send you to hell immediately! Why don’t you catch up with Hades in hell instead?” Mr. Collins gritted his teeth and warned the impudent fools.

“Hold it right there!” Zeke broke the silence and stopped Mr. Collins immediately because the latter was about to go berserk.

In return, he reminded Mr. Collins, “Have you forgotten the objective of our visit? We have to stay put and lie low for the time being. I’m afraid we will never get our hands on the mastermind if we take out his subordinates now.”

In the end, Mr. Collins clenched his fists and tried his best to suppress his anger.