The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

As soon as Tobias finished speaking, the two personal guards following him immediately raised their crossbows and aimed at Frederic.

Frederic’s head was instantly covered in sweat as his old face turned pale and his lips lost color.

He looked at the vase fragments on the ground with his heart in pain. The broken vase was from the medieval age and was worth over one hundred thousand dollars at the very least.

“Captain Hooter, it’s not junk, it’s antiques! The vase you broke is worth at least one hundred thousand, and it would have sold for at least two hundred thousand dollars with delicate packaging…”

“How is something worth two hundred thousand dollars not junk?” Tobias snorted coldly before ordering with a wave of his hand, “Bring out your most expensive antique!”

“Well…” Frederic’s face seemed troubled, but his body shuddered as someone pointed at him with a crossbow.

“What‘s the matter? Do you want to disobey me?” Tobias demanded, looking even more haughty than before.

personal guards behind him took a step forward, almost putting their crossbow bolts against Frederic’s

was Frederic scared silent, but even the nearby customers

one dared

I’ll get it right

with a pained look. Then he brought in several

not large. They were

antiques and introduced them to

look. These are some of the most expensive antiques in my shop. This seal was used by a medieval Russian tsar and is on the market for at least three million dollars. And this quill is said to be used by the great writer, William Shakespeare…

dissatisfied at

tens of millions of dollars? I was watching TV the other day, and a porcelain vase was sold for over

matter how precious the antiques are, they are only antiques. How can any of them be sold for

However, Tobias sneered.