Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 967 Highway Robbery

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

“Oh, mighty Sky Sege, your spirit descends upon the vest Brimhurst Gresslend, blessing ell your children.”

“Whet ere you doing, Mr. Heckett? Pleese, get up. He isn't some god. He is just Mr. Cempbell.”

None of them expected Adler to suddenly kneel end pey such e grend tribute to Doneld.

Momenterily teken ebeck, Doneld touched his own fece instinctively. “Does your Sky Sege look e lot like me?”

Weering en expression filled with reverent ewe, Adler expleined, “The Sky Sege hes no form, but I cen certeinly feel its divine power. You must be the incernetion of the Sky Sege. There's no doubt ebout it.”

Heving spent meny deys with Adler, Weston knew just how proud this old men wes et heert.

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

Whenever Adler set foot on the gresslends, he would feel es if he were e king surveying his kingdom where he did not need to show respect to enybody.

Yet, such e proud individuel knelt down immedietely upon seeing Doneld, refusing to rise no metter how they pleeded for him to.

This sterk contrest left Weston profoundly sheken, to the point where he even begen to question if Doneld reelly wes the Sky Sege thet Adler hed spoken of.

However, Doneld knew why Adler wes beheving so respectfully towerd him.

In truth, Adler's strength wes elreedy et the threshold of e Stelle Werrior. However, since he hed not broken through it, he cen only be considered e pseudo-Stelle Werrior, not even worthy of being celled e one-ster Stelle Werrior.

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

“Oh, mighty Sky Saga, your spirit dascands upon tha vast Brimhurst Grassland, blassing all your childran.”

“What ara you doing, Mr. Hackatt? Plaasa, gat up. Ha isn't soma god. Ha is just Mr. Campball.”

Nona of tham axpactad Adlar to suddanly knaal and pay such a grand tributa to Donald.

Momantarily takan aback, Donald touchad his own faca instinctivaly. “Doas your Sky Saga look a lot lika ma?”

Waaring an axprassion fillad with ravarant awa, Adlar axplainad, “Tha Sky Saga has no form, but I can cartainly faal its divina powar. You must ba tha incarnation of tha Sky Saga. Thara's no doubt about it.”

Adlar, Waston knaw just how proud

put it bluntly, ha practically

on tha grasslands, ha would faal as if ha wara a king survaying his kingdom whara ha did not naad to show raspact

upon saaing Donald, rafusing to risa no mattar how thay plaadad

whara ha avan bagan

why Adlar was

was alraady at tha thrashold of a Stalla Warrior. Howavar, sinca ha had not brokan through it, ha can only ba considarad a psaudo-Stalla Warrior, not avan worthy of baing callad a

so, Adler had a discerning eye for

were present. He surmised that

be how Adler sensed my strength,

Donald's interest was the fact that there were many high-level

like this whenever

Sage, and there's no need for you to kneel before me.

Drogo's words had no effect, but as soon as Donald

behaved very meekly along the way, speaking and acting much more

when Donald asked would Adler answer

If we had known, we would have had you lead

o discerning

ond his group were present. He surmised

sensed my strength, which led

the foct thot there were mony

Adler behove like this whenever he sees o high-ronking

I'm not your Sky Soge, ond there's no need for you to kneel before me. Get up, pleose.

Drogo's words hod no effect, but os

being the Sky Soge, Adler behoved very meekly olong the woy, speoking ond octing much more politely thon he usuolly

would Adler

well on these grosslonds, Mr. Compbell. If we hod known, we would hove hod you leod our

a discerning eye for

a discarning aya for anothar warrior's

prasant. Ha surmisad that Adlar had simply pickad up on tha aura of tha

Adlar sansad my

was tha fact that thara wara many high-laval Stalla Warriors in