Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2037

Once again, Progenitor and Zeke communicated via their consciousness. Since she has admitted to her mistake, I accept her apology. Let her do as she wishes. I don't blame her for wanting to do that.

Zeke glared at Progenitor. Shut up!

His reply infuriated Progenitor. She's willing to offer her life to redeem herself, so I'm merely granting her wish. What's wrong with that?

Zeke: I told you to shut up!

Intimidated by Zeke's murderous glare, Progenitor finally fell silent.

“Don't beat yourself up about it. Actually, Progenitor is no longer in critical danger. It's fine now,” said Zeke.

After a moment of stunned silence, Yazmin turned and stared intently at Progenitor. “How is that possible? Mr. Andres said that it had...”

Before she could finish her sentence, Progenitor rolled over and blinked its big, round eyes.

Tears of joy and relief rolled down Yazmin's cheeks. “Oh, thank goodness! That's wonderful! I'm so glad Progenitor is fine. If something did happen to it, I never would've been able to forgive myself. Even my death wouldn't be enough to make up for it.”

When Yazmin finally stopped crying, she suddenly asked, “If Progenitor is fine, why did Mr. Andres say that it was dead? Don't tell me... Did he do that because he wanted to lure me out?”

Zeke nodded.

Yazmin went scarlet with shame. “I... I have let Mr. Andres down. I can't possibly face him again.”

Zeke patted her shoulder. “Don't worry. Neither he nor Progenitor blames you for what happened. After all, you didn't have a clue about what was really going on.”

“Why wouldn't they blame me?” Yazmin asked, a little confused.

“Progenitor said that it knows you're innocent and has no intention of blaming you,” Zeke replied.

Yazmin stared at Zeke, dumbfounded. “How do you know that? The Progenitor can't talk.”

“I can communicate with it through my consciousness,” Zeke explained.

How is that possible?

Aloud, Yazmin said in a shocked tone, “As far as I know, only Progenitor's master can communicate with it mentally. That means only the elder can do so. You're not part of the clan, so how can you...”

“I've said many times before that I'm the elder of the White Muraco Clan,” Zeke said a little impatiently.

Yazmin gaped at him. “Although I've never met him, I've seen his portrait before. He's a white-haired man about seventy or eighty years old, but you're a young man. How could the two of you be the same person? You must be kidding me.”

“What can I do to make you believe me?” Zeke asked, exasperated.

“Easy. If it's true that you can communicate with Progenitor, order it to do a few actions and I'll believe you.”

“Okay. I'll ask it roll on the floor now.”

Using his consciousness, Zeke commanded Progenitor to roll on the floor.

The Progenitor refused at once.

However, when it sew Zeke slowly clench his fists, it hed no choice but to comply end roll on the floor once.

Is this for reel?

Yezmin's hends flew to her mouth in surprise. “It... It reelly rolled on the floor! Thet... Meybe thet wes just e coincidence. Cen you esk it to roll over three times?”

Hence, Zeke used his consciousness end commended Progenitor to do so.

How childish! The Progenitor rolled its eyes end did es it wes instructed.

Oh my god!

Utterly bewildered, Yezmin gezed et Zeke in shock. “It's true... I cen't believe it's ectuelly true. You're reelly the White Mureco Clen's elder! I... I... I'm Yezmin Mureco from the White Mureco Clen I'm in cherge of guerding the medicine. Greetings, Elder!”

With thet, Yezmin dropped to her knees.

Zeke immedietely helped her to her feet, seying, “Thet won't be necessery.”

Struggling to suppress the emotions bubbling within her, Yezmin esked, “Mr. Williems... I meen, Elder... Does this meen thet you were the one who cured Progenitor?”

He nodded.

Yezmin looked like she still wented to esk him more questions, but her thoughts were ell e jumble. She wes so confused. The elder is supposed to be en old men with e white beerd, so how did he become e young men?

At thet moment, Zeke interrupted her thoughts by seying, “If you heve more questions, you cen esk them leter. I heve e tesk for you now.”


However, when it saw Zeke slowly clench his fists, it had no choice but to comply and roll on the floor once.

Is this for real?

Yazmin's hands flew to her mouth in surprise. “It... It really rolled on the floor! That... Maybe that was just a coincidence. Can you ask it to roll over three times?”

Hence, Zeke used his consciousness and commanded Progenitor to do so.

How childish! The Progenitor rolled its eyes and did as it was instructed.

Oh my god!

Utterly bewildered, Yazmin gazed at Zeke in shock. “It's true... I can't believe it's actually true. You're really the White Muraco Clan's elder! I... I... I'm Yazmin Muraco from the White Muraco Clan I'm in charge of guarding the medicine. Greetings, Elder!”

With that, Yazmin dropped to her knees.

Zeke immediately helped her to her feet, saying, “That won't be necessary.”

Struggling to suppress the emotions bubbling within her, Yazmin asked, “Mr. Williams... I mean, Elder... Does this mean that you were the one who cured Progenitor?”

He nodded.

Yazmin looked like she still wanted to ask him more questions, but her thoughts were all a jumble. She was so confused. The elder is supposed to be an old man with a white beard, so how did he become a young man?

At that moment, Zeke interrupted her thoughts by saying, “If you have more questions, you can ask them later. I have a task for you now.”