Lord Protector Novel

In the past, they all had their own misgivings about whether the King Class truly existed.

They had read about warriors of the King Class in history books. Those people were legends among legends.

Yet, to their surprise, there was one living in Eurasia at this very moment!

This man was probably the best at his craft in the entire world.

Numerous countries had sent in their military troops to invade Eurasia. However, fearing the wrath of a member of

the King Class, they had quickly withdrawn their troops and declared a ceasefire.

They didn’t dare to go up against a member of the King Class.

A warrior of the King Class had the power of ten Great Marshals combined!

At the same time, everyone couldn’t help but try to guess who this mysterious man was. What was his name, and

where did he hail from?

In the past, their first guess would’ve been the Great Marshal.

However, the Great Marshal had been seriously injured in his fight against Frank Sullivan. Now, he was a cripple who

could barely sit up from his bed. There was no way this obscenely powerful man was him.

Eventually, rumors started flying about the King Class warrior’s identity.

Word got around that the man was actually Ares, a warrior of the older generation who had suffered torture and

humiliation while he was locked up by Bloodsworth. After enduring all of that, the archduke had returned to avenge

himself as a member of the King Class.

Now, everyone in the martial artist circle was quite convinced that this mysterious man was actually Ares.

Hence, it was with great anticipation that they all filed to the coronation ceremony.

The coronation ceremony was being held as planned—on the properly scheduled day, and at the Great Hall of the

People. It was going to be broadcasted across the entire world.

The night before the Grand Ceremony, hordes of people and reporters had already gathered outside the Great Hall

of the People, all eager to catch a glimpse of the proceedings.

In fact, it was so crowded that it resembled the crowds on Independence Day.

Getting a ticket into the hall proved almost impossible for most people. As important as they were, even the

Thisleton family had only gotten two tickets to the ceremony.

Connor Black and Clyde Thisleton arrived at the ceremony together.

On their way there, Clyde kept turning to Connor to ask repeatedly, “Mr. Black, are you very, very sure that the

ownership transfer documents for the Third Military Factory have been drawn up perfectly?”

“I’m counting on that factory for my appointment as the new head of the Thisleton family.”

Connor replied smoothly, “Clyde, don’t worry. Everything is going well on the factory’s side.”

“The factory will be yours soon. Now, if only you’ll stay true to your word, and bring me the Spirit Stone you’ve

promised me.”

“Of course.” Clyde replied.

“Us Thisletons are known to be very honest people. How could I go back on my words?”

“As for Zeke Williams, woe be upon him! How dare he challenge my birthright to be the next leader of the Thisleton

clan?”

“I’ve forbidden him from going to the Grand Ceremony. And if he has any designs on the Third Military Factory, he

can dream on! After this, I wonder if he’ll still have anything left to challenge me with. Ha!”

Connor felt a little shocked. “Clyde, this ceremony, including its guest list, was planned by the colonel himself. Are

you trying to override his decision to invite Zeke?”

However, Clyde shook his head. “I can’t possibly do that. However, there’s something I do have control over, and

that’s the head of the security detail.”

“As luck would have it, he happens to be a member of the Thisleton family.”

“Connor, go in without me first. I’d like to have a word with our security head here.”

With that, Clyde turned and stalked towards the head of the security detail, Henry Thisleton.

As he watched Clyde leave, Connor gave a quiet sigh.

Clyde was being way too reckless. Putting his scheme into action right under the nose of the colonel himself

required both bravery and a great deal of foolishness.

Someday soon, Clyde was going to suffer the consequences of his actions.

Connor decided that it would be best to lay low until Clyde brought him the Spirit Stone. After that, however, he

would break off all ties with that madman.

Seeing Clyde approach, Henry gave a deep bow in his direction.

“Sir, you’re here.”

“Let me take you to the hall through the VIP passageway.”

Clyde demurred. “Henry, let’s drop by your resting room for a while. I have a few things to speak with you about.”

“Alright.” Henry nodded and brought Clyde up to his personal resting room.

As soon as the door shut after them, Clyde got straight to the point. “Henry, do you happen to know the true

identity of the King Class warrior?”

Henry shook his head. “No, I don’t.”

Henry hadn’t been born into the Thisleton clan. In fact, he had been brought in as a disciple of the Thisletons when

he was still a child.

The last time the Thisletons had celebrated the happy news, Henry hadn’t been able to join them.

Hence, he had no idea that the mysterious King Class warrior was actually the patriarch of the Thisleton family,

Ares.

Clyde finally revealed the truth to him. “Henry, the King Class warrior that is about to be crowned today is my own

father, Ares, the God of War.”

What?

Henry was so shocked that he could barely speak. In an agitated voice, he stammered, “Is Ares really the first King

Class Warrior the world has ever seen?”

“What a great honor for our family! And what a blessing for the whole of Eurasia!”

“I offer my sincerest congratulations to Ares, the God of War.”