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.

smile and asked, "Do you know how

She rarely cooked.

would

held up

grams?"

a little shocked

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

"You're still short.

answered

in disbelief, ''Are these oats 1 thousand dollars per 500 grams?" Sean withdrew his finger and

I'll stop teasing you.

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?

family? There's only one place in the world

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

one of Janestown's top eight families, the Yorker family was wealthy, but it was not necessary to pay 10 thousand dollars per 500

Quinn family was also wealthy, but Willow had never heard of oats worth 10 thousand