The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

“What’s that?” Vivian asked curiously.

“What are you referring to…” Josua did not realize what Vivian was saying.

She only realized it when she followed his gaze and saw the small object on the counter.

“Oh, Mr. Astor, you meant that. My father found it at an antique market in another city when he was there on a business trip. It was said to be an antique, but it was only a fragment.”

With that said, Josua got up, walked over, and held the small object in front of Vivian.

Vivian took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.

It was a small sword.

It was called a small sword because it was really small. The hilt was only five centimeters long, and the broken blade was only about ten centimeters long. It was indeed exquisite.

It was a broken sword at the same time.

The sword was in poor condition, the hilt broken and the blade incomplete. However, you could vaguely tell its original appearance from the broken sword. This ancient bronze sword was small but heavy. Most importantly, Vivian had a strange feeling when he held it.

“This sword…”

Josua smiled and said, “You can have it if you

Vivian was indeed curious.

weapons-long swords, short swords, thin swords, broadswords, and

ancient bronze sword was rustic. One could say it

I can’t accept gifts

fine. It’s nothing expensive. My father said he bought it for 100 Union dollars, and he brought back two pieces. He kept one and gave the other to a friend,

Vivian still did

still can’t take

bronze sword, so he suggested, “Commander,

dawned on

Josua and said, “I do want the ancient bronze sword. How about I buy

and burst

Astor, just

a straight face, looking

but to say, “A dollar then. I’ll sell it to