Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 841

“You don't need to worry about returning the pill. In fact, General Holk specifically instructed me to give you this book as well,” Sophus said, retrieving a book from his possession and extending it to Donald.

Mystic Sun Technique?

Donald held the book, utterly dumbfounded.

It was clear that Mystic Sun Technique was a higher-level manual, different from the manuals Donald had mastered previously.

By diligently following the instructions within the manual, Donald would be able to make steady progress after he advanced to the Unnerved Realm.

It wasn't just a simple gift, for Maynard was bringing good luck to him.

Glancing at Sophus, Donald asked, “If I hadn't accepted the Energy Condensation Pill, would you have kept the manual to yourself?”

Sophus let out a hearty laugh. “Don't bother asking questions. Anyway, everything is within General Holk's control.”

If all the high-level cultivators remained loyal to Yorksland, it would undoubtedly be a boon for the nation.

However, if these cultivators prioritized their personal reputation and gains over the interests of Yorksland, they could become a potential threat that needed careful monitoring.

Knowing it was Maynard's extending his goodwill, Donald proceeded to accept the pill and manual before asking, “Do you have any information on the specific timing of Earl's members trespassing the border?”

Sophus bobbed his head. “According to our intel, they would be arriving tomorrow evening. Let's make sure to have a good meal and rest tonight. Tomorrow at noon, my men will come to pick you up.”

Donald nodded.

After they finished talking about work and were about to begin eating, the owner, Laila, came in with a bowl of steaming tomato cream soup. “Here you go. I prepared this tomato cream soup for you both.”

Seeing the complimentary dish, Sophus quickly moved the other dishes to make space for the bowl.

Right then, Donald spoke up. “I'm allergic to tomatoes. Why didn't you ask before offering us any dish on the house?”

The lady seemed awkward. “I never knew that tomatoes could trigger allergies.”

“Well, now you know. I'm allergic to tomatoes.”

Sophus couldn't understand what Donald was getting at.

Donald is a Stella Warrior. There's no way he is allergic to tomatoes.

Sensing that something was amiss, Sophus took a seat, wanting to observe Donald's next move.

Laila quickly said, “Oh, I've overlooked that. I had no idea you were allergic to tomatoes. How about I switch it to spinach soup?”

“But I'm allergic to spinach, too.”

As the owner of the restaurant, Laila quickly caught on to Donald's intentional behavior, understanding that he was purposely causing trouble for her.

Her voice turned cold as she asked, “Sir, what would you like me to do, then?”

Donald pointed at the table. “I'd like to see your head chef.”

Laila's expression changed abruptly, but she quickly regained her composure.

“We have many chefs here. May I know which one you're referring to?”

“The one eavesdropping on us outside. Do you want me to bring him in personally?”

Upon realizing that someone had been eavesdropping on their conversation, Sophus immediately felt a surge of panic.

When they arrived at the restaurant earlier, he had instructed his guards to remain outside, trusting in Donald's presence to ensure their safety.

A chef outside their room turned to flee the scene, but Donald picked up a toothpick on the table and flicked it at that man.

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The man held his leg and crashed to the ground. Clearly, he had no idea Donald could strike him down with a toothpick from a distance away.

“If you insist on escaping, the next toothpick from me will stab you in the head.”

“No!” Laila dropped to the ground on her knees.