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.

and asked, "Do you know how much these oats cost per 500 grams?"

She rarely cooked.

way she would know how

up

grams?" Willow asked, looking at Sean's

a little shocked

she did not know the price of oats, she knew

"You're still short.

guessing!" Sean answered with a

thousand dollars per

I'll stop teasing you.

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

per 500 grams of oats is too expensive for the Yorker family? There's only one place in the world where these oats are produced, and its annual

sell for 10 thousand dollars per 500 grams

it was not necessary to pay 10 thousand dollars per 500 grams

family was also wealthy, but Willow had never heard of