Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 967 Highway Robbery

“Oh, mighty Sky Sage, your spirit descends upon the vast Brimhurst Grassland, blessing all your children.”

“What are you doing, Mr. Hackett? Please, get up. He isn't some god. He is just Mr. Campbell.”

None of them expected Adler to suddenly kneel and pay such a grand tribute to Donald.

Momentarily taken aback, Donald touched his own face instinctively. “Does your Sky Sage look a lot like me?”

Wearing an expression filled with reverent awe, Adler explained, “The Sky Sage has no form, but I can certainly feel its divine power. You must be the incarnation of the Sky Sage. There's no doubt about it.”

Having spent many days with Adler, Weston knew just how proud this old man was at heart.

To put it bluntly, he practically looked down on everybody.

Whenever Adler set foot on the grasslands, he would feel as if he were a king surveying his kingdom where he did not need to show respect to anybody.

Yet, such a proud individual knelt down immediately upon seeing Donald, refusing to rise no matter how they pleaded for him to.

This stark contrast left Weston profoundly shaken, to the point where he even began to question if Donald really was the Sky Sage that Adler had spoken of.

However, Donald knew why Adler was behaving so respectfully toward him.

In truth, Adler's strength was already at the threshold of a Stella Warrior. However, since he had not broken through it, he can only be considered a pseudo-Stella Warrior, not even worthy of being called a one-star Stella Warrior.

Even so, Adler had a discerning eye for another warrior's strength.

Donald did not pay much attention to it, as only Weston and his group were present. He surmised that Adler had simply picked up on the aura of the Stella Warrior he inadvertently exuded.

This must be how Adler sensed my strength, which led to his remarks.

What piqued Donald's interest was the fact that there were many high-level Stella Warriors in the country.

Does Adler behave like this whenever he sees a high-ranking Stella Warrior?

“That's enough. I'm not your Sky Sage, and there's no need for you to kneel before me. Get up, please. Let's get on with our original plan.”

Weston and Drogo's words had no effect, but as soon as Donald spoke, Adler rose to his feet.

Perhaps out of fear of Donald for being the Sky Sage, Adler behaved very meekly along the way, speaking and acting much more politely than he usually would.

Only when Donald asked would Adler answer his questions.

“I did not expect you to thrive so well on these grasslands, Mr. Campbell. If we had known, we would have had you lead our pioneering efforts from the start, which might have saved a substantial amount of money.” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Donald gave Weston a look. “Cut the cr*p. So, what kind of trouble have you fellows run into?”

Donald's reason for coming to meet with the production team was due to Weston's report of encountering some safety issues along the way.

Now that Donald was here, Weston felt much more at ease.

“It's not really trouble, per se. It's just that the area we're going to has a rather diverse population of all sorts of people. Initially, I wanted Ms. Wilson to dispatch a dozen or so guards to accompany us, but I didn't expect her to arrange for you, Mr. Campbell, to come instead.”

Upon hearing this, Donald became even more annoyed.

He initially thought that Weston had specifically requested for him to come.

Now, it appeared that Jennifer was the one who wanted him to join the group instead.

Just when Donald was thinking that following the film crew around was going to be a waste of his time, the car came to a sudden halt.

The passengers in the car turned to the driver in confusion.

“Why have we stopped, Sir? We haven't reached our destination yet, have we?”

The driver trembled without uttering a word as if he had seen something terrifying.

“Bad news,” Adler announced. “It seems we've run into some bandits.”