The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 122

Read The Ultimate Husband [by Skykissing wolf] Chapter 122 – The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ’Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade.

What was happening?

Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head.

“The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.”

‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘ Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.

He took out his phone and dialed Megan. Megan was a Senior Sister in the Emei sect. She had to know more than him.

The moment the phone call got through, Darryl asked, “Officer Castello, do weapons have different levels?”

They had not contacted each other in many days, yet this was the first question he asked?

Megan nodded. “Yes, they do,” she replied. “Did you acquire one recently?”

“A sword,” Darryl laughed. “It was recent. It felt odd, so I called you up for your advice. How are the levels categorized?”

“Why should I tell you?” she chuckled.

Megan continued, “Call me ’my good sister.’ I’ll tell you then.”

This woman is so vengeful! Previously, when they were kidnapped at the Grandmaster Heaven Cult, he made her call him ‘my good brother.’ Clearly, she had not forgotten about this.

Darryl was flabbergasted, unable to open his mouth. “How about I treat you to a meal?” he offered.

“Not interested. You either call me ’my good sister’, or I’ll hang up the phone,” she replied firmly.

This woman! Even though Darryl was embarrassed to call her that, his curiosity overtook his pride as he observed the sword in his hands.

“My good sister,” he sighed quietly.

“I can’t hear you!” Megan giggled, “Louder!” “My good sister!” Darryl exclaimed in defeat.

“That’s more like it. Seeing how sincere you were. The Cultivator’s weapon can be categorized into seven categories according to the colors of the rainbow. In ascending order, the categories are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Each  category has five levels.”

’F*ck! So, this sword is at the lowest level? B****y h**l!’ Darryl thought to himself sullenly.

“Even though it might be Category Red, Level One, it is still stronger than any ordinary weapon,” Megan continued. “Some weapons have unique hidden skills. Why don’t you bring it over and let me have a look?”

“Sure,” he agreed. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the bank I’ll meet you here,” she confirmed.

At the bank entrance, Darryl decided to leave his sword in the car to be less conspicuous.

There was a queue inside. Megan mentioned that she was handling special businesses, so Darryl headed over to the VIP section.

A woman in uniform named Sharon Todd stopped him d**d in his tracks, questioning him with a professional smile. “Sir, may I help you?

“I’m looking for a friend,” he grinned in return. “ She’s handling some business inside.”

Business? With such ordinary clothes, Darryl looked like a typical white-collar salaryman. How could he enter the VIP section?

The woman denied Darryl with the same smile, but her eyes dimmed. “I’m sorry, this is the VIP section—not everyone is allowed in. If you’re looking for someone, please wait in the main lobby.”

Darryl was stunned. He shook his head and replied, “Then… Then, I’ll make a deposit.”

The woman maintained her smile, but her tone was impatient. “You can do that in the main lobby.

There are automated machines there too. We do not serve regular customers in the VIP section.”

’If you want to make any transactions in the VIP section, you need to at least have a million bucks. I doubt this man even has a hundred thousand bucks, ‘ Sharon thought to herself.

“Alright, then. I’ll make a withdrawal,” Darryl said.

“Sir, I’ve told you,” she sighed haughtily. “It does n’ t matter if you make a deposit or a withdrawal. You can do it in the main lobby. You can even do it using the automated machines.”

‘What’s with this man? Is he mentally ill?’ Sharon complained to herself. ’He’s clearly here to cause trouble! Can’t he see himself in the mirror?

Standing in front of the VIP section will tarnish our bank’s image!’

She was extremely impatient. Facing tons of people like him daily—who have nothing better to do— was such a waste of time.