Chapter: 1047
"But I’ve never been a father."
"You don’t have to be her father, you can be her mentor instead.
" Michael smiled.
"I know you’ve been guiding Abigail in martial arts. Since she inherited her mother’s genes, she has a strong foundation. I sincerely hope you will take her in as your disciple."
"Mr. Robinson, you think too highly of me. You’re a martial arts grandmaster. How could I dare accept her as a disciple with you here?" Dustin scratched his head.
"Mr. Rhys, you are too humble. I’ve been part of the martial arts world for over a decade. I’m good at reading people, too. However, I can’t seem to read through you. If I’m not mistaken, you should have already attained the level of a grandmaster. Am I right?" Michael smiled profoundly.
"You have a good eye. It’s no wonder that you are one of the five ultimate grandmasters." Dustin didn’t deny it. Some things could be understood without being said aloud.
The younger generations are talented!" Michael’s expression was full of wonder.
"A young grandmaster martial artist is hard to find in Dragonmarsh. It would be Abigail’s greatest honor to be your disciple."
"You’re too kind, Mr. Robinson. Talents like Abigail are sought after by countless people." Dustin smiled in response.
"Does that mean you’ve agreed?" Michael was surprised.
"As long as Abigail is okay with it, I naturally have no problems with it." Dustin nodded. Abigail was talented, and they got along well. He would be happy to take her in as a disciple.
"Thank you, Mr. Rhys! I’m extremely grateful." Michael stood up and shook Dustin’s hand.
"You’re welcome, Mr. Robinson. Perhaps I was fated to meet Abigail." Dustin returned the gesture.
"Alright, I’ll send Abigail over to you officially as a disciple tomorrow." Michael nodded in acknowledgment. After another short exchange, Michael left.
Dustin’s expression turned heavy as he watched the father-daughter duo depart. From their conversation earlier, he could tell from Michael’s tone that he was already passing on his final wishes.
"Dustin, what did Mr. Robinson tell you?" At that moment, the members of the Harmon family walked in.
The Harmons were naturally curious since Dustin and Michael’s conversation went on for some time.
"Nothing much. Mr. Robinson just requested that I take care of Abigail in the future," Dustin replied.
"That’s all? That can’t be." Trent was suspicious.
"Yeah." Dustin shrugged. He knew that Abigail’s identity as the Grand Sorceress shouldn’t be made known for her safety.
"Alright, let’s set aside other matters for now. Our priority is to capture the Dark Lord. As long as he is alive, the Harmons will be in danger." Hector changed the subject.