Lord Protector Novel

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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

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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.

It's obvious that this old beggar is trapped inside the parallel universe. He managed to get a bit of his consciousness

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out and is guiding me to rescue him!

“Could you please help look after my wife in the meantime? I'll be sure to repay you when I rescue you both!” Zeke

asked.

The old beggar nodded in satisfaction. “Good, good. Don't worry; I'll make sure to take good care of your wife in

that parallel universe. To be honest, there are lots of powerful warriors in that parallel universe, but they're small

fry to me. All I have to do is give the word, and no one will dare lay a finger on your wife.”

“There are lots of powerful warriors there? Who are they? Why are they in that parallel universe?” Zeke asked

worriedly.

“That's a secret. All right, enough chit-chat. I need to get going now.”

The old beggar then turned around and limped away, his body fading into a semi-transparent state as he got

further.

Zeke knew that it was due to his consciousness growing weaker.

He got up and said, “Thank you for the help, sir. I'll go find you very soon—”

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