Betty didn't want to discuss this matter any further either. It was simply too absurd. She stood up and said, "Mister King of Abilities, I'd be happy to accept your instruction."
"Nothing in this world comes without a price."
Andrew glanced at Betty and said, "During the days you receive my instruction, you'll need to attend to my meals, clothing, and daily living. Of course, only normal service—nothing special."
Betty secretly rolled her eyes, but she didn't refuse. Americans were more practical; even relatives kept clear accounts, let alone strangers.
"No problem, as long as you don't mind that I've never waited on anyone before."
Betty said this because she was General Ross's daughter. She had lived a privileged life, then joined the military, so naturally she had never served anyone.
"No one in this world knows better than I do how well you know how to serve people."
Andrew smiled. Betty blinked. Was he mocking her or praising her?
In the heart of Manhattan, Betty watched Andrew display his might as if she were looking upon a Celestial. Andrew was far stronger now than before.
Andrew floated in the air, while a hundred short swords darted around him like living creatures. Wherever they passed, Monsters were pierced one after another and dissolved into specks of light.
That was right—short swords. Andrew had forged these hundred short swords from a large amount of metal, making his combat ability even stronger.
Why hadn't he done this before?
Because Andrew hadn't been strong enough to forge weapons before. More importantly, he hadn't learned the Storage Space Ability at that time, so he had no way to carry so many short swords with him.
So many short swords were simply too heavy. Using local materials was a better choice anyway. There was