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.

"Jacob has gone after him with some of his men. I wonder how he's doing." Trent was slightly worried. Although the Dark Lord was severely injured, he was still a Grandmaster martial artist. It would be a challenge to capture him.

"Mr. Hector …" At that moment, the butler rushed into the meeting room, holding a square gift box.

"What's wrong?" Hector looked over at him.

"Mr. Hector, someone outside just passed us a gift earlier, asking