The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

After seeing what the old man did last night and what Sean could do, it was unsurprising that Titus would feel that way.

"Get up and wash up.

Let's go to the antique street as soon as possible.

There will be traffic when everyone's heading for work," Sean said quietly as he withdrew his gaze.

Willow nodded slightly and went to wash up.

Sean had washed up when he woke up.

He went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast —a simple pot of oatmeal and a dish of fruits.

He had just finished preparing the oatmeal, and Willow had come downstairs.

Willow gulped as she smelled the smell of oats wafting through the air.

“Why do I never realize that a pot of oatmeal could smell so good? Do you have a secret recipe for oatmeal?" Willow asked with a smile.

head with a smile and asked, "Do you know how much these oats cost per

She rarely cooked.

would know

up

hundred dollars per 500 grams?" Willow

sounded a little shocked

she knew oats

"You're still short.

Sean answered with

turned serious and asked in disbelief, ''Are these oats 1 thousand dollars per 500

I'll stop teasing you.

10 thousand dollars per 500 grams." Willow's face was full of disbelief before she snapped, "Are you joking with me so early in the morning? Whose oats are 10 thousand dollars per 500 grams? Are they made of gold?" "Forget it since you don't believe me." Sean shrugged and added, "The Yorker family

Yorker family? There's only one place in the world where these oats are produced, and its annual production is

out why the oats can sell for 10 thousand dollars per 500 grams after trying it later." Willow

eight families, the Yorker family was wealthy, but it was

Willow had never heard of