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 the fondue

had broken iron batons

Is he even human?

a human be

this scene with trepidation

human in their eyes, but a

“I’m sorry… I quit!”

someone else, Young Master

terrified immensely burst out of the

realized he was alone when he snapped

the Wagner family’s young heir, I think you must be good enough to give me a bit

he had a kind smile, it looked eerie and terrifying

Don’t come over!” Bolot backed away in a

was even trembling. His legs were shaking as if he could not

who already despised Bolot, despised him even more