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.

instantly cold gasps in the fondue

young man had broken iron

Is he even human?

a human

with trepidation as they were

longer a human in their eyes, but a monster in human skin, a demon

“I’m sorry… I quit!”

Hire someone else, Young

burst out of the fondue restaurant and ran

realized he was alone when he snapped

be good

had a kind smile, it

Bolot backed away in a panic, instantly

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

already despised Bolot, despised him even more when she saw