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.

he had been through a lot and could see through

naked in front of

feeling made

wanted to

name

cross–legged, the monk

monk like you

slightly before snapping with a

asked the monk to tell his fortune just

could a lunatic tell someone’s

is your

looked at Sean

it have to

Zander snapped again.

looked into the monk’s eyes and felt he was not making things

last name is

for two seconds

name isn’t

monk shook his head

name

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

name is Lupin,

the monk refused to give

think you’re looking

at the

and

I was

and meditated again

frowned and prepared to leave without arguing

glanced at the monk

them took

just thought they had run

restaurant at

small

was past lunchtime, so there

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

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

had a determined look,

“Boss, is there food?”

man walked straight into the

will take

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