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.

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

She rarely cooked.

way she would know how much oats

up

dollars per 500 grams?" Willow asked, looking at Sean's

also sounded a little shocked

if she did not know the price of oats, she knew oats that were 100 dollars per

"You're still short.

Sean answered with

1 thousand dollars per 500 grams?" Sean withdrew his finger

I'll stop teasing you.

oats are 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

thousand dollars 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 production

10 thousand dollars per 500 grams after trying it later." Willow was

Yorker family was wealthy, but it was

had never heard of oats worth 10 thousand dollars