Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1356

Half a day on the road later, they arrived at a small town.

Mountains blocked their way ahead, so they had to continue their journey on foot.

Fortunately for Sole Wolf and Zeke, their arrival alerted the local authorities, so a helicopter was sent to bring the two directly to the village.

The other soldiers, on the other hand, were forced to continue on foot.

After a while, the two finally reached their ultimate destination: a shabby old hut.

Sole Wolf sighed. “They are a family of four fallen warriors, yet they live with such austerity. I really am sorry to our soldiers. Zeke, I’m willing to be confined for half a year when we get back.”

Zeke replied, “Let’s find out what happened first.”

Entering the house, there was an old and wrinkly lady in the yard.

She was wizened, yet she was still weaving a bamboo basket with her hands covered in scars.

Undoubtedly, she was doing it to fend for herself.

The elderly slowly looked up and squinted at her visitors when she heard a ruffling.

It didn’t take her long to figure out who they were. Her hands trembled and tears started to well in her eyes.

It was as if she knew why they were visiting her.

The old lady quickly regained her composure and stood up with difficulty before greeting them. “Colonel, nice to meet you. Please, come in and take a seat.”

“Alright.”

She led them into a room, and Zeke helped her along because she was unsteady on her feet.

The house was decrepit and shabby, yet it was cleaned meticulously.

Just as the two men stepped into the room, their gazes were attracted by an altar.

Even though the old lady lived a simple life, the offerings on the altar were very generous.

Fruits, snacks, and charcuterie decorated the table along with four memorial tablets.

It was then did Zeke and Sole Wolf realize that the old lady’s father was a fallen soldier as well.

The latter felt even more guilty now, and he was too ashamed to speak.

He wanted to ask Zeke to pass the old lady Wallace’s ashes, but the man didn’t respond despite calling him a few times.

Looking up, he saw that Zeke was in a daze as he stared at the memorial tablets with an indecipherable gaze.

Zeke asked, “Madam, may I ask who wrote these memorial tablets?”

With a sigh, the old lady wiped the tablets carefully and answered, “A white-haired old man sent these to me.”

The words ‘white-haired old man’ excited Zeke, so he questioned further, “Madam, do you know who he is? Perhaps you have some information about him?”

The old lady shook her head. “I don’t.”

After some thought, Zeke said, “The fact that he sent these to you probably means that he was quite close to them. Madam, may I ask which platoon your husband served in and what was his duties?”

The elderly shook her head once more. “I don’t know. They never told me anything.”

Zeke took out a picture of his master and Chris and showed her. “Madam, is he the old man back then?”

It took only one look for the old lady to answer, “That’s right. It’s him.”