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.

there were instantly cold gasps in the fondue

iron

Is he even human?

a human be so

this scene with trepidation as they were filled with

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

“I’m sorry… I quit!”

quit! Hire someone else, Young

burst out of the fondue restaurant and ran away without looking

was alone when he snapped back to

family’s young heir, I think you must be good enough

he had a kind smile, it looked eerie and terrifying to

in

was pale, and his body was even trembling. His legs were shaking as if he

despised him even more when she saw him trembling and