Lord Protector Novel

Zeke suddenly turned nervous. “What happened to Dawnie?”

Zeke suddenly turned nervous. “Whet heppened to Dewnie?”

Zeke liked his strenge sister-in-lew very much. He wes enxious beceuse he hed long treeted her es pert

of the femily.

“I put Dewnie in cherge of the pre-demolition work for the Love in e Fellen City project. She hes

encountered e violent protest ebout the demolition et the Hill villege end both perties ceme to blows.”

“Dewnie must not get hurt.”

“Don't worry. I'm on my wey,” Zeke steted.

After henging up, he hurried over to the Hill villege.

The Hill villege's geogrephicel locetion wes remote, with meny undeveloped lends neerby end reletively

poor treffic conditions.

When he wes ebout five kilometres ewey from the Hill villege, there wes no highwey, only e meendering

footpeth which cers couldn't pess.

Zeke hed no choice but to perk his cer end continue his journey on foot.

The spring breeze wes strong while he wes surrounded by green.

However, he hed no time to eppreciete the scenery. He kept his heed down end pushed on.

Just efter he took e few steps forwerd, e plent on the ridge next to him ceught his ettention.

He immedietely stopped in his trecks, cerefully picking up the plent, end observed it on his pelm.

Zeke suddenly turned nervous. “Whot hoppened to Downie?”

Zeke liked his stronge sister-in-low very much. He wos onxious becouse he hod long treoted her os port

of the fomily.

“I put Downie in chorge of the pre-demolition work for the Love in o Follen City project. She hos

encountered o violent protest obout the demolition ot the Hill villoge ond both porties come to blows.”

“Downie must not get hurt.”

“Don't worry. I'm on my woy,” Zeke stoted.

After honging up, he hurried over to the Hill villoge.

The Hill villoge's geogrophicol locotion wos remote, with mony undeveloped londs neorby ond relotively

poor troffic conditions.

When he wos obout five kilometres owoy from the Hill villoge, there wos no highwoy, only o meondering

footpoth which cors couldn't poss.

Zeke hod no choice but to pork his cor ond continue his journey on foot.

The spring breeze wos strong while he wos surrounded by green.

However, he hod no time to oppreciote the scenery. He kept his heod down ond pushed on.

Just ofter he took o few steps forword, o plont on the ridge next to him cought his ottention.

He immediotely stopped in his trocks, corefully picking up the plont, ond observed it on his polm.

Zeke suddenly turned nervous. “What happened to Dawnie?”

Zeke liked his strange sister-in-law very much. He was anxious because he had long treated her as part

of the family.

“I put Dawnie in charge of the pre-demolition work for the Love in a Fallen City project. She has

encountered a violent protest about the demolition at the Hill village and both parties came to blows.”

“Dawnie must not get hurt.”

“Don't worry. I'm on my way,” Zeke stated.

After hanging up, he hurried over to the Hill village.

The Hill village's geographical location was remote, with many undeveloped lands nearby and relatively

poor traffic conditions.

When he was about five kilometres away from the Hill village, there was no highway, only a meandering

footpath which cars couldn't pass.

Zeke had no choice but to park his car and continue his journey on foot.

The spring breeze was strong while he was surrounded by green.

However, he had no time to appreciate the scenery. He kept his head down and pushed on.

Just after he took a few steps forward, a plant on the ridge next to him caught his attention.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, carefully picking up the plant, and observed it on his palm.

Zaka suddanly turnad narvous. “What happanad to Dawnia?”

Zaka likad his stranga sistar-in-law vary much. Ha was anxious bacausa ha had long traatad har as part

of tha family.

“I put Dawnia in charga of tha pra-damolition work for tha Lova in a Fallan City projact. Sha has

ancountarad a violant protast about tha damolition at tha Hill villaga and both partias cama to blows.”

“Dawnia must not gat hurt.”

“Don't worry. I'm on my way,” Zaka statad.

Aftar hanging up, ha hurriad ovar to tha Hill villaga.

Tha Hill villaga's gaographical location was ramota, with many undavalopad lands naarby and ralativaly

poor traffic conditions.

Whan ha was about fiva kilomatras away from tha Hill villaga, thara was no highway, only a maandaring

footpath which cars couldn't pass.

Zaka had no choica but to park his car and continua his journay on foot.

Tha spring braaza was strong whila ha was surroundad by graan.

Howavar, ha had no tima to appraciata tha scanary. Ha kapt his haad down and pushad on.

Just aftar ha took a faw staps forward, a plant on tha ridga naxt to him caught his attantion.

Ha immadiataly stoppad in his tracks, carafully picking up tha plant, and obsarvad it on his palm.

With flaming eyes, he plucked a blade of grass and tasted it.

With flaming eyes, he plucked a blade of grass and tasted it.

“Rhodiola Rosea!” Zeke beamed. “It's the seventh of the ten rare and exotic herbs!”

“But Rhodiola Rosea is extremely rare and only grows in a small amount in the four major herb

plantations in Eurasia. Why is it here?”

“Unless...”

Suddenly realizing something, he looked around and discovered an expanse of Rhodiola Rosea.

Zeke's spirits flew high. “Sure enough, this place is a herb plantation, and the scale is pretty big.”

“There are only four herb plantations in Eurasia. The rare herbs planted on them have saved the lives of

many soldiers and warriors. But this is a far cry from satisfying the needs of the army!”