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.

if he had been through a lot and

naked in front

made Sean

wanted to

name

monk stared

like you casually change

froze slightly before snapping with

glad that he had not asked the monk to tell

lunatic tell someone’s

what is

at Sean

have to do

Zander snapped again.

eyes and felt he was

last name is

was silent for two seconds before

your last name isn’t Lennon.

shook his head slightly

last name is

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

last name

give

think you’re

at the monk with

monk stopped talking and made

perhaps I was

and meditated again after saying that. “What a

frowned and prepared to leave without arguing

glanced at the

of them took

had

was a small pasta restaurant at

was small

it was past lunchtime, so there were few

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

leg on the ground while the other pant

had a determined

“Boss, is there food?”

man walked straight

will take some

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