The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193

Zander was in front as he heard Sean’s mutter, but he did not inquire.

Zander did not speak until Sean pulled himself together and picked up his pace.

“Commander, there’s a fortune teller here.

“Why don’t we have our fortunes told?”

Carried away by a whim, Zander suddenly pointed to one of the stalls and said.

The man sitting in that booth was a monk and not a shaman.

He sat cross–legged silently with his eyes narrowed slightly while others shouted to attract business. “What fortune?”

Sean glanced and withdrew his gaze.

“Let’s see if our trip will be a success.

“And whether we can get our revenge.”

Zander asked somewhat expectantly, rubbing his hands together.

However, Sean shook his head slightly in disdain.

“I never believed in such things.

“We control our destiny.”

Zander immediately dismissed his idea as soon as Sean said that.

“Please stay, sir.”

Sean did not want to have his fortune told, but the monk stopped Sean when they passed by him.

Both Zander and Sean stopped and looked around.

The monk was indeed calling Sean!

Sean slowly turned his head and looked at the monk without speaking.

The monk slowly opened his narrowed eyes and stared at Sean carefully.

It was not until this moment that Sean realized how deep the monk’s eyes were.

as if he had been through a lot and could see through

feel naked in

made

he wanted to turn away

name is

cross–legged, the monk stared intently

a monk like you

before snapping

was now glad that he had not asked the monk to tell

could a lunatic tell someone’s

is

monk looked at Sean

does it have

Zander snapped again.

into the monk’s eyes and felt he

last name

was silent for two seconds before telling the

last name isn’t Lennon. It’s

monk shook his head slightly as he spoke

name

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

name is Lupin,

give

think you’re looking for

at the monk with

stopped talking and

I

closed his eyes and meditated again after saying that.

and prepared to leave

at the monk

of them took the incident too

just thought they had run into a

a small pasta restaurant

small

so there were few

his 20s had one hand on a crutch while the other was holding a mop as

leg on the ground while the other pant leg was empty and

had a determined look, and he moved with

“Boss, is there food?”

burly man walked straight

will

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