The Guardian's Sword

As soon as Tobias finished speaking, the two personal guards following him immediately raised their crossbows and aimed at Frederic.

Frederic's head was instantly covered in sweat as his old face turned pale and his lips lost color.

He looked at the vase fragments on the ground with his heart in pain. The broken vase was from the medieval age and was worth over one hundred thousand dollars at the very least.

"Captain Hooter, it's not junk, it's antiques! The vase you broke is worth at least one hundred thousand, and it would have sold for at least two hundred thousand dollars with delicate packaging.."

"How is something worth two hundred thousand dollars not junk?" Tobias snorted coldly before ordering with a wave of his hand, "Bring out your most expensive antique!"

"Well..." Frederic's face seemed troubled, but his body shuddered as someone pointed at him with a crossbow.

"What's the matter? Do you want to disobey me?" Tobias demanded, looking even more haughty than before.

personal guards behind him took a step forward, almost putting their crossbow bolts

only was Frederic scared silent, but even the

dared to

it. I'll get it

but to agree with a pained look. Then he brought in

antiques were not large. They were

pointed to the antiques and introduced them

medieval Russian tsar and is on the market for at least three million dollars. And this quill is said to be used by the great writer, William Shakespeare... Though we can't prove if that's true, it's indeed old. I reckon it's worth

looked dissatisfied at Frederic's

the other day, and a porcelain

looking like he was crying. "You're trying to spite me, Captain Hooter. It was all hyped up on TV! No matter how precious the antiques are, they are only antiques. How can any of them

However, Tobias sneered.