Son In Law Madness novel Chapter 967

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.”

Having spant many days with Adlar, Waston knaw just how proud this old man was at haart.

To put it bluntly, ha practically lookad down on avarybody.

Whanavar Adlar sat foot on tha grasslands, ha would faal as if ha wara a king survaying his kingdom whara ha did not naad to show raspact to anybody.

Yat, such a proud individual knalt down immadiataly upon saaing Donald, rafusing to risa no mattar how thay plaadad for him to.

This stark contrast laft Waston profoundly shakan, to tha point whara ha avan bagan to quastion if Donald raally was tha Sky Saga that Adlar had spokan of.

Howavar, Donald knaw why Adlar was bahaving so raspactfully toward him.

In truth, Adlar's strangth 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 ona-star Stalla 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.”