The guardian's sword

The smile on the old chaplain's face instantly froze. He looked awkwardly at Sean and stammered, "L- Look at my age. How could I engage in deceitful acts? God... I've lived a righteous life. I didn't expect to be so misunderstood in my twilight years..."

Seeing the old chaplain's pitiful expression, Willow could not help but feel sorry for him.

However, Sean looked disdainfully at the old chaplain before saying with a smile, "Sir, perhaps being an actor suits you better than being a chaplain."

The old chaplain's acting skills were impeccable. He might even win a prize if he attended some award ceremony. With his white beard and the slightly worn-out robe that had turned somewhat faded, others might indeed mistake Sean for misunderstanding the old chaplain.

"Sir, you can't say such things! I've lived an honest life. You can't just tarnish my reputation!" The old chaplain pleaded earnestly, looking at Sean.

Ignoring the old chaplain, Sean picked up a vase from the stall before him.

With a flick of his finger against the vase, a crisp sound rang.

"Why don't you tell me about this vase? What year is it from?" Sean asked with a chuckle.

The old chaplain's expression turned solemn as he said seriously, "Hehe, I'll be honest with you. This vase is a precious heirloom passed down in my family! I'm not sure what era it's from, but I can assure you this vase has been by my bedside my entire life! It was passed down from my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. You do the math!"

After saying that, the old chaplain stroked his beard, looking wise and experienced.

Crack!

Before the old chaplain could fully assume the wise and experienced posture, a crisp crack rang instantly.

The vase Sean was holding had already fallen to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

Sean picked up a shard from the ground and examined it. He then chuckled as he read aloud, "Southern Manufacturing Factory. It looks like this factory has been around for hundreds to thousands of years." "Well..." The old chaplain almost pulled his beard off, his face filled with embarrassment. Then, his eyes glowed before he sighed and said with a solemn expression, "I never thought my grandfather would deceive me... Sorry, young man. I'm not selling anymore!"

After saying that, the old chaplain crouched down and began packing up the items on the ground.

Seeing the old chaplain preparing to leave, Sean immediately asked," Where did you get that rosary bracelet on your wrist?"

The old chaplain's body stiffened for a moment. His lowered eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he quickly calmed down and looked up at Sean before saying with a chuckle, "This is a family heirloom! Don't bother with it, young man. It's worthless, and I'm not selling it!" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Sean smiled and said indifferently, "Snowfall in early winter."

The items the old chaplain had just packed fell to the ground, but he seemed unfazed, still looking blankly at Sean.

After a moment, the old chaplain murmured, "Flowers will bloom next year ... W-Who are you?"

The old chaplain's wrinkled eyes glimmered at the end of his sentence.