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.

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

She rarely cooked.

would know how much oats

held up a

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

also sounded a little

oats, she knew oats that were 100 dollars per

"You're still short.

answered with a

dollars per 500

I'll stop teasing you.

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

500 grams of oats is too expensive for the Yorker family? There's only one place in the world where

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

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

Willow had never heard of oats worth 10 thousand dollars per