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

naked in front

feeling made Sean

to turn away

last name

the monk stared

like you casually change

froze slightly before snapping

was now glad that he had not asked

a lunatic

is your name,

monk looked at

does it have to do

Zander snapped again.

the monk’s eyes and felt he was not

last name is

silent for two seconds before telling

last name isn’t Lennon. It’s

his head slightly as he spoke

last name is

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

name

monk refused to give in and spoke

you’re looking

the monk

talking and

I

monk closed his eyes and meditated again

and prepared to leave without arguing with

glanced at the monk

them took the incident too

just thought they had

pasta restaurant at the

was small

was past lunchtime, so there

young man in his 20s had one hand on a crutch while the other was

while the other pant leg

crippled but had a determined look,

“Boss, is there food?”

burly man walked straight

but it will take some

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