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.

cold gasps in

had broken iron batons with his bare

Is he even human?

can a human be

this scene with trepidation as

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

“I’m sorry… I quit!”

Hire someone else, Young

terrified immensely burst out of the fondue

he was alone when

are useless, but as the Wagner family’s young heir, I think you must be good enough to

a kind smile, it

backed away in

pale, and his body was even trembling. His

who already despised Bolot, despised him even more when