Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2539

It was they who had viewed the situation on a superficial level.

Zeke said, “Remember this. From now on, your enemies are Calix, those who hold the rank of Centurion and Legatus, and even the Camp Masters. Don't waste your time and energy on such trivial matters.”

The others chorused, “Got it.”

“Understood!”

On Theos Island, there was a dedicated field for when a Decanus wanted to challenge the Centurions.

It was located behind the Chieftain's manor, and the Chieftain was in charge of its maintenance.

However, it had been many years since a Decanus had challenged a Centurion. Hence, the field had gradually turned into a deserted area and was overgrown with weeds.

When Zeke and the others arrived, Calix was not there yet. Johan was the only person there, pulling the weeds out and tidying up the field.

Seeing that Zeke had arrived, Johan quickly stopped what he was doing. He hurried over to the former and gave a slight bow. “Mr. Williams, you're here! Please have a seat.”

The man had already prepared tables and benches. There was also tea for Zeke to partake of.

Zeke made no protest and sat down.

Filled with doubt, the members of the Contubernium began whispering among themselves.

“How do you think this Williams guy managed to befuddle the Chieftain to the point that the Chieftain treats him with so much respect?” one of them asked.

“Even a Centurion probably doesn't receive such treatment, never mind our former leader, Apollyon. Right?”

“Maybe he knows how to bewitch others and has the Chieftain under his spell,” another suggested.

Meanwhile, the ten Decani were shocked.

Judging by how skilled Mr. Williams is and how the Chieftain treats him with so much respect, he must be no ordinary person.

In their hearts, Zeke was becoming a more mysterious and noble figure.

“Please wait here for a moment. I'll go and clean up the field for you,” said Johan.

Zeke could not bear to see the elderly man breaking his back on such manual labor.

After all, he was part of the Cygnus Room and is a national hero of Eurasia.

Hence, he patted Johan on the shoulder. “Sit down and have a cup of tea with me. Let the subordinates take care of the cleaning.”

Catching on, Apollyon turned to the soldiers and said, “Go and clean up the field.”

The others rushed toward the field immediately and got to work.

Johan was surprised by the gesture. How could I dare to sit next to the Great Marshal as though I were his equal?

Nonetheless, Zeke shot Johan a look that indicated what the former just said was a command.

Not daring to disobey the order, Johan quickly sat down and poured Zeke some tea.

After taking a few sips of tea, he uttered, “Mr. Williams, Calix still isn't here yet. It's outrageous! I'll go and hurry them up.”

How could a nobody like Calix keep the Great Marshal waiting?

However, Zeke shook his head. “Forget it. I can't be bothered to pay any attention to him. The beautiful scenery makes this an excellent place to have a cup of tea. Quietly enjoying a cup of tea sounds like a good idea. I won't be disturbed by others.”

Right. Of course!

The soldiers began discussing among themselves again.

“Hahaha! Even now, he's still trying to act all cool. Enjoy his tea quietly, he says. It's clear he doesn't have the guts to face Calix.”

“I agree. He's probably thinking about how the later Calix is, the better. In fact, it'll be even better if Calix doesn't show up at all. That way, he'll get to live to see another day.”

Someone sighed and added, “I just feel sorry for Apollyon. How unlucky can one get?”

After hearing those comments, the ten Decani were so furious that smoke was practically coming out of their ears. They could not help thinking what an injustice it was to Zeke.

However, upon looking toward Zeke, they saw he was indeed calmly sipping his tea with an expression of contentment.

An unbidden sense of admiration toward Zeke swelled within them. Someone like him must've weathered numerous storms. That's why he doesn't take such things to heart.

After waiting for a while, they suddenly heard a commotion in the distance.

“Mr. Calix, wouldn't it be akin to using a sledgehammer to crack a nut for you to deal with that newcomer personally?”

“He's right. Any one of your subordinates can take down a small fry like him. There's no need for you to do it yourself.”

“Why don't we let Black Bear handle it? I believe Black Bear will be able to finish him off without breaking a sweat,” another person called out.

Black Bear piped up, “I'd like to volunteer to fight on your behalf. Please grant my request, Mr. Calix.”

In a tone dripping with disdain, Calix responded, “I never think much of people like that, so I wasn't planning on taking action myself. I just thought that the other party might fall to his knees and beg for mercy when he sees me, in which case I'd spare his life.”

After a pause, he continued, “However, since Black Bear has expressed interest in taking that man's life, I'll let him have that opportunity. Understood, Black Bear?”