Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2058

“Pfft! The White Muraco Clan and the Black Muraco Clan are both deemed the direct bloodlines of Muraco. How could the descendants of Muraco Clan bow to outsiders?” Jeremiah snorted.

“Yeah! The White Muraco Clan has brought shame to Muraco. I'll surely punish them severely for humiliating Muraco if I have the opportunity!” Peter echoed.

Cain snickered inwardly. Ha! The two of them are obviously putting on a show! I bet they must have been kicked out by the clan leader of the White Muraco Clan for betraying them. Fine. Since I'm like a lone ranger now and in need of someone to give me a hand, I'll just let them stay by my side then.

“It's an honor for me since you look highly of me. Thus, I won't let you down. Don't worry. Our current dishevelment won't last long. It won't be long before this place becomes our turf again. By then, regardless of the White Muraco Clan or the Black Muraco Clan, the clan leader or the elder, all of them have to kneel and bow to us! Come on. Let me bring you to meet someone,” Cain reassured them.

Jeremiah and Peter were over the moon. They had a hunch that Cain was bringing them to meet one of the immortals. Ha! I'm sure the immortal can do magic with any snap of his fingers. Who knows, we might be filthy rich by buttering him up?

Cain led both of them toward the southwest of the Village of Black Muraco Clan. There was a vast bamboo forest in the farthest corner of the direction.

By right, it was the season whereby the bamboos grew lushly. However, they were on the brink of death instead, with leaves that seemed withered and branches that had turned yellowish long ago.

Apart from that, the whole bamboo forest was engulfed by a creepy hint of death, resulting in the petrifying eeriness.

Before entering the bamboo forest, Cain said solemnly, “Mark my words. Don't make a noise even when you come across anything awry later. If not, you only have yourselves to blame if someone emerges to snatch your lives!”

Hearing that, Jeremiah and Peter felt another rush of uneasiness. Is there anything amiss in this bamboo jungle? How powerful are the so-called immortals?

Next, Cain took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down before stepping into the forest. He took every step cautiously, as though he was fearful of falling into any traps below them.

It had not been long when an icy-cold voice sounded. “The three of you, what are you doing here?”

It scared the crap out of them, and they turned to look in the direction instinctively.

There was a figure dressed in black right under a bamboo tree. Due to his dark and dry skin, it was as though his entire body blended with the bamboo forest. One might not easily make him out without taking a closer look. The ghastly dark spots around his eyes caused him to look creepy, like a dead man.

Horror-stricken, Jeremiah and Peter could not resist staggering backward.

After a while, Cain finally mustered up his courage and explained, “Mr. Lehman, I wish to see you and notify you about something important.

Freddie Lehman, the latter, sounded as creepily cold as his look. “I was about to go and look for you too. A while ago, I sensed that a cursed parasitic worm in Village of Livestock has become matured. I want you to bring it to me soonest possible.”

A dejected Cain replied sheepishly, “Mr. Lehman, I'm sorry. I might not be able to do so.”

“Why?” Freddie snarled with flickers of horrifying ferocity in his eyes.

Cain stammered as he explained hastily, “I-It's because those cursed parasitic worms could be dead!”

“D*mn it!” Freddie fumed instantly.

Hitting the roof, he emanated a massive wave of energy, uprooting some bamboos and swirling the leaves in the air.

“What happened to my cursed parasitic worms? Tell me now!” he yelled in exasperation.

Intimidated by him, Cain told him everything in detail.

As Freddie clenched his fists, there were cracking sounds from his knuckles. “D*mn it! Who's the one who killed the Black Muraco Clan's Progenitor? Cut the chase! I'm going to settle the score with him now!”

Cain asked warily, “Mr. Lehman, do you still remember the tough nut I mentioned before?”

Boiling with rage, Freddie snapped, “Do you mean to say that the so-called tough nut is the culprit?”