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…”

It’s not labor work. You can consider it a desk job. Of course, it

was thrilled once he heard the words “3,000 Dragon

his butt off in the coal mine, only to be

a much easier job than working in a coal

could Bob not be happy with

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

writing, and mathematics, but

it. After all, there were many poor people in the slum who did not know a

Rebbeca’s words, Bob immediately nodded repeatedly. “Yes, I can read and do arithmetic. I

good…” Rebbeca smiled

were overjoyed. Bob had a job, and

of gratitude as she said, “Commander