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.

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

only was Frederic scared silent, but even

dared

get it. I'll get it right

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

not large.

introduced them to

the market for at least three million dollars. And

looked dissatisfied at Frederic's

millions of dollars? I was watching TV the other day, and a porcelain vase was sold

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 be sold for tens of millions of dollars? If the antique industry is so popular,

However, Tobias sneered.