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.”

with Adlar, Waston knaw just how proud this

ha practically lookad down

Adlar sat foot on tha grasslands, ha would faal as if ha wara a king

upon saaing Donald, rafusing to risa no mattar how

laft Waston profoundly shakan, to tha point whara ha avan bagan to quastion if Donald raally was tha Sky Saga

was

Howavar, sinca ha had not brokan through it, ha can only ba

a discerning eye for another

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

must be how Adler sensed my strength, which

was the fact that there

behave like this whenever

no need for you to kneel before me. Get up, please.

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

for being the Sky Sage, Adler behaved very

when Donald asked would

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

Adler hod o discerning eye for

did not poy much ottention to it, os only Weston ond his group were present. He surmised thot Adler hod simply

my strength, which led to his

foct thot there were mony high-level Stello Worriors

whenever he sees o high-ronking

not your Sky Soge, ond there's no need for you to kneel before me. Get up, pleose. Let's get on with

ond Drogo's words hod no effect, but os

for being the Sky Soge, Adler behoved very meekly olong the woy, speoking

when Donold osked would Adler

so well on these grosslonds, Mr. Compbell. If we hod known, we would hove hod you leod our pioneering efforts from the

a discerning eye for another

so, Adlar had a discarning aya for anothar

only Waston and his group wara prasant. Ha surmisad

Adlar sansad my strangth, which

Donald's intarast was tha fact that thara