Lord Protector Novel

Really?

Zeke felt like he had found the light at the end of a dark tunnel. “Would you be so kind as to help me out here? I would be really grateful!”

The old beggar eyed Zeke from head to toe as he asked, “Are you carrying refined spiritual iron on you?”

Zeke quickly retrieved the spiritual iron that Draco had refined. “Yes, I am. One of my subordinates refined this one.”

The old beggar took a look at it and shook his head. “It's of very poor quality. If you craft divine weapons with this spiritual iron, it'll probably be the worst divine weapon ever made.”

“Is it of very low purity? It has already been refined, though,” Zeke asked.

“Heh... Refined? This right here is a piece of trash to me!” the old beggar replied.

Zeke frowned. “Wait, aren't we supposed to be discussing how I can find my wife? Why did you change the topic all of a sudden?”

“You'll need the help of divine weapons if you want to see your wife. To be honest, you can forget about finding her if you craft divine weapons out of such low-quality spiritual iron,” the old beggar explained.

“Could you be a little clearer about what you're trying to say? I'm a little lost here,” Zeke asked with a confused look on his face.

“Let me put it this way. In order to reach a parallel universe, you will first need to cut this one open, but you won't be able to do that with ordinary divine weapons, though. It needs to at least be a Dark Level divine weapon. On top of that, you'll also need the help of a thousand men to slash it eighty-one times. How will you be able to save your wife if you can't even craft a Dark Level divine weapon?” the old beggar said.

“Thank you very much for the advice. I will be sure to craft a Dark Level divine weapon!” Zeke replied after giving it some thought.

The old beggar nodded. “Good. Remember, the higher the purity level, the greater your chances are at crafting a Dark Level divine weapon. There, I've told you everything I know. The rest is up to you.”

“Sorry, I have one more question. Who are you, sir? Why are you imprisoned in a parallel universe too?” Zeke asked.

To his surprise, the old beggar exploded with anger when he heard that. “Imprisoned? What are you talking about? I'm the owner of Theos Island! No one could possibly imprison me! I just got sick and tired of all the trivial drama, so I decided to enter a parallel universe to stay away from it all!”

“Let me put it this way. In order to reach a parallel universe, you will first need to cut this one open, but you won't be able to do that with ordinary divine weapons, though. It needs to at least be a Dark Level divine weapon. On top of that, you'll also need the help of a thousand men to slash it eighty-one times. How will you be able to save your wife if you can't even craft a Dark Level divine weapon?” the old beggar said.

Zeke simply flashed him a smile without exposing his lies.