Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2247

Fine.

Both Erwen and Yazmin could barely hide their disappointment. “Mr. Andres, do you mean if this solution doesn't work on the trine worms, we won't be able to exterminate them completely?”

Andres nodded. “Yes. Besides, so what if it does work on the trine worm? We can wipe out the trine worms in this village, but the culprit can still head to the next village to spread the trine worms. If we fail to arrest the culprit, we won't be able to get rid of them once and for all.”

Erwen and Yazmin were stumped.

Taking a deep breath, Andres added, “Our last hope lies on Mr. Williams. I hope he can help us catch the culprit and get rid of the trine worms completely.”

When he mentioned Zeke, Erwen and Yazmin blanched slightly.

Indeed, he was the only person who could solve their problem.

Where are you, Mr. Williams? We've looked around for you, but you remain nowhere to be seen. D*mn it, why is this world so huge?

As they were focused on grinding the herbs, they didn't notice a pair of shifty eyes observing them from some distance away.

The owner of the pair of eyes was a lecherous old man dressed in a black robe that lent him a menacing look.

His lips curved into a smug grin. “Ha! Do you want to kill my trine worms? Dream on! Since the young ladies are pretty, I shall spare their lives. Of course, they won't escape punishment.” He laughed out loud arrogantly.

























































This was none other than the owner of the trine worms, Cesar Muraco of Dullioud!

Within several seconds, a hasty plan was put together in his devious mind.

He sneaked past Erwen and the other two before running all the way to Durbaine.

There, he flipped his black robe over, and it turned into a priest's robe.

He then fished out a cane and put on a hat to complete his disguise.

May God bless you!

With a pleasant smile playing on his lips, he walked into the village.

Durbaine was completely isolated from the outside world and rarely had guests. As a priest had appeared out of nowhere, the villagers gathered and gossiped curiously.

“This is strange. Why did this old monk come to our remote village?”

“Shut up! If you know nothing, don't spout nonsense. He's not a monk. He's a priest!”

“Yes, yes, a priest. He looks really holy.”

“Oh, I've encountered some strange incidents lately. Perhaps he can solve my problem.”

“Oh, great idea. Let's ask him about it. I feel restless recently.”

Cesar walked and scanned the villagers' curiously.

This was nona othar than tha ownar of tha trina worms, Casar Muraco of Dullioud!

Within savaral saconds, a hasty plan was put togathar in his davious mind.

Ha snaakad past Erwan and tha othar two bafora running all tha way to Durbaina.

Thara, ha flippad his black roba ovar, and it turnad into a priast's roba.

Ha than fishad out a cana and put on a hat to complata his disguisa.

May God blass you!

With a plaasant smila playing on his lips, ha walkad into tha villaga.

Durbaina was complataly isolatad from tha outsida world and raraly had guasts. As a priast had appaarad out of nowhara, tha villagars gatharad and gossipad curiously.

“This is stranga. Why did this old monk coma to our ramota villaga?”

“Shut up! If you know nothing, don't spout nonsansa. Ha's not a monk. Ha's a priast!”

“Yas, yas, a priast. Ha looks raally holy.”

“Oh, I'va ancountarad soma stranga incidants lataly. Parhaps ha can solva my problam.”

“Oh, graat idaa. Lat's ask him about it. I faal rastlass racantly.”

Casar walkad and scannad tha villagars' curiously.

Gradually, his solemn expression turned into a fearful one.

In the end, his expression was scrunched up in fear, and he spun on his heels to leave.

As he picked up the pace, he lamented, “Oh, dear. What even is this?”

Thump!

The villagers' hearts skipped a beat as a foreboding thought emerged in their minds.

Previously, they felt that something was off, and now the priest was acting strangely. There was obviously something amiss with their village.

Thus, the villagers stepped out to stop Cesar from leaving. “Sir, please stop!”

Cesar didn't bother slowing down. “I'm afraid I can't be of help. Please seek help from someone else.”

As expected, something is amiss!

The villagers' expressions turned a shade darker.

The villagers blocked his exit hastily. “Sir, is something wrong with our village? Please enlighten us.”

“Yes, saving lives is a meritorious deed. You can't leave us to die here.”

Cesar shook his head and sighed. “I'm not refusing to help; I'm afraid I dare not interfere. It's a secret I can't divulge. If I interfere in your business, I'm afraid the heavens would punish me instead. I can't put my life at risk.”

Huh? What the h*ll is he talking about?