The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Bolot was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat.

Toys?

My father’s weapon experts created these two batons. They were easy to carry, solid, and reliable. And most importantly, low in cost. They were successful designs. But now, the young man called them toys?

Is he joking?

As if he had read Bolot’s mind, Moana said indifferently, “What’s the matter? Are you upset that I called them toys?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Moana’s hands pressed slightly harder.

They heard a cracking sound in Moana’s hands. The two black batons made of wrought iron had cracked!

When Moana let go, the two batons broke in the middle, and the part it broke was full of cracks. The pieces fell to the ground like glass. There was a clanging sound, and the shattered fragments fell.

It was obvious at first glance that they were ruined and could not be used again.

that, there were instantly cold

broken iron batons

Is he even human?

human be

watched this scene with trepidation as they were

no longer a human in their eyes, but a monster in human skin,

“I’m sorry… I quit!”

Hire someone else,

Moana had terrified immensely burst out of the fondue restaurant and ran away without

realized he was alone

heir, I think you must be good enough to give me a bit of fun,” Moana said as he made his way toward

smile, it

Bolot backed away in a panic, instantly crashing

face was pale, and his body was even trembling. His legs were

despised him even more when she saw him trembling