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.

with a smile and asked, "Do you know how much

She rarely cooked.

no way she would know how much oats

up a

hundred dollars per 500 grams?" Willow asked, looking

little shocked as she

if she did not know the price of oats, she knew oats that were 100 dollars per 500 prams

"You're still short.

answered

disbelief, ''Are these oats 1 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

dollars per 500 grams of oats is too expensive for the Yorker family? There's only one place

why the oats can sell for 10 thousand dollars per

family was wealthy, but it was not necessary to pay 10 thousand dollars

but Willow had never heard