"Who's this fellow?" Dalton asked. He was confused at the sight of Felix. After careful thought, he realized that he had never seen him before.

"Dad, he's Felix Zeller," Brock answered. "Just now, the people from Martial Alliance—"

Before he had even finished speaking, Dalton's expression darkened.

"Martial Alliance came again?" he asked in distaste. "Do they really think us Meyers are pushovers? Why didn't you call me?"

Brock smiled wryly. "Why else, other than that we were afraid you'd worry?"

What would they achieve by calling Dalton anyway? They had already exhausted their connections. Who would dare help them once they heard that the Meyers had offended Xerxes' personal subordinate?

"Although this may sound shameless, when Curtis arrives later, I'm going to ask him for a favor even if I have to beg for it. The situation with Martial Alliance is ridiculous!"

Xena was the Phoenix Warlord. Handling a minor issue like this would be child's play to her.

"The matter's already be