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

She rarely cooked.

was no way she would know how much

held up a

hundred dollars per 500 grams?" Willow

also sounded a little

of oats, she knew oats that were 100 dollars per

"You're still short.

guessing!" Sean answered with

''Are these oats 1 thousand dollars per 500 grams?"

I'll stop teasing you.

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 of gold?" "Forget it since you don't

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

for 10 thousand dollars per 500 grams

top eight families, the Yorker family was wealthy, but it was not necessary to pay 10

wealthy, but Willow had never heard of oats worth