Chapter 1792

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Mirabella was feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Isn't that why I have you, Nick?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Why did it suddenly feel like she was being backed into a corner? "The more, the merrier," Grady said, knowing Mirabella well by now. "Besides, with Chester out of commission and no telling when he'll wake up, it might really come down to you two siblings."

Mirabella shot back, "I still have Emmitt, Zach... and if things get really bad, there's always Leo?"

She could practically fill a whole table with potential contenders if she needed to.

Grady was left speechless.

Nick turned away, pretending not to notice Grady's frustration. His sister had always been incorrigible.

Grady, caught off guard, could only stare at Mirabella for a moment. Finally, Mirabella gave in, "Alright, Uncle, I'll do my best."

She really didn't know how to handle it when the elders played the pity card.

Grady's lips curled into a slight smile, but he quickly cleared his throat and regained his serious demeanor. "However, the first round is combat and shooting, Mira. You haven't trained in these areas, and cramming over the next few days won't help. You can skip those and focus on the later assessments."

Grady had heard from Atlas that Miss Mira was quite capable, but compared to other Davis family members who had been training since they were kids, she was likely at a disadvantage.

As for shooting, Penelope's marksmanship was among the best of the younger generation, making the odds even slimmer.

Mirabella, ever the laid-back type, just nodded obediently to Grady's words, "Alright, Uncle."

Seeing this, Grady felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if he was being too harsh. He paused and added, "Don't stress yourself out too much."

Nick glanced at his uncle and couldn't resist a comment, "You've never comforted me like that."

The difference in treatment was pretty outrageous.

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Was this a case of shooting himself in the foot? Over the next two days, Nick got a full dose of 'personal' supervision.

Meanwhile, Mirabella spent her time tinkering with the robot, playing the part of someone clueless to perfection.

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the family trials. They were held at the Davis family's dedicated training grounds.

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The aide looked up briefly and replied quietly, "They might have been delayed on the way."

The head elder checked his watch, his voice flat, "It's ten sharp. If they're not here, they'll be disqualified from this round."

Just as he finished speaking, Mirabella and Nick showed up at the training ground.

They had arrived just in the nick of time.

"They're here," the aide reported.

The head elder flicked his sleeve, clearly annoyed, but said nothing more.

Not long after, the trial officially began. The combat round was a test of strength, with opponents chosen by drawing lots. ? ? ? ?s, ?s? s Find[?]ovel.net

"No matter who you're up against, just concede," Nick whispered to his sister before heading off to draw his lot.