The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Exasperated, Cole slammed on the table and said, “Jagoan is out of line. As commander-in-chief of the city defense army, why is he meddling in this issue? Is that his responsibility?”

“What’s the point of you lashing out at us?” Elijah spread out his hands in a gesture of frustration.

Dylan coughed and continued saying, “Whatever Jagoan does, at least we can’t disagree openly. After all, he’s the commander-in-chief of the city defense army. He is way above us in rank and status. And he has Dragon Kingdom’s military supporting him. How are we going to fight him? We only have to be uncooperative, passive, and unhelpful. Poverty is a chronic problem. Even if he wants to solve it, he can’t.”

After a pause, Dylan said, “Every city in the City-State Union is the same. Is there a city that doesn’t have poor people? If Jagoan can fix poverty, I’ll write my name backward!”

“You’re being dramatic, Old Lambert…” Elijah was as cordial as ever.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Elijah looked at the door and said, “Come in…”

said, a young man pushed the door open

was Elijah’s son,

placed an envelope on the clear glass coffee

camp sent over a letter

envelope, and took out

now. Please attend, Mr. Walker. You can abstain if you have something to do.

look. The two looked at the invitation and

is that an invitation? Haha, it’s just

placed the invitation on the coffee table and slowly said, “It seems Jagoan’s going to gather Dorodo‘s wealthy businessmen and noble families to donate money to the poor. Perhaps I’m

attend this bullsh*t fundraising