The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The wound on Bob’s arm had basically healed, but he could not exercise it too much to avoid rupturing the wound that had not fully healed.

Upon hearing Rebbeca’s question, Bob immediately moved his arm to show Rebbeca and said with a chuckle, “Commander Ishac, my arm has pretty much recovered. It doesn’t affect my life. I can still do labor work! It’s just that I have only one arm left, and the factories and mines don’t want me…”

Bob’s expression darkened again at the end of his speech.

Rebbeca performed the amputation, and the surgery was successful with no after-effects.

However, he lost an arm after all. He could not work like regular people anymore. He had also approached the coal mine he used to work at to find a job, but they rejected him.

As a man, he had no job and depended on his wife and daughter, it was something no man could accept unless this man had no shame.

“Don’t worry. I will help you find a job. You need more rest…” Rebbeca said to Bob.

To reassure Bob and prevent him from thinking he was only comforting him, Rebbeca added, “We lack someone to manage the canteen warehouse at the city defense army’s main camp…”

You can consider it a desk job. Of

once he heard

to work his butt off in the coal mine, only to be

sounded like a much easier job than working in a coal mine, and the pay was much

not be

remembered something and asked, “You can read, right? Can you do basic

basic reading, writing, and mathematics, but they were

could do it. After all, there were many poor people in the slum who

can read and do arithmetic. I

Rebbeca

Yvonne’s mother were overjoyed. Bob had a job, and they did not have

tears of gratitude as she said, “Commander Ishac, thank