The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193

Zander was in front as he heard Sean’s mutter, but he did not inquire.

Zander did not speak until Sean pulled himself together and picked up his pace.

“Commander, there’s a fortune teller here.

“Why don’t we have our fortunes told?”

Carried away by a whim, Zander suddenly pointed to one of the stalls and said.

The man sitting in that booth was a monk and not a shaman.

He sat cross–legged silently with his eyes narrowed slightly while others shouted to attract business. “What fortune?”

Sean glanced and withdrew his gaze.

“Let’s see if our trip will be a success.

“And whether we can get our revenge.”

Zander asked somewhat expectantly, rubbing his hands together.

However, Sean shook his head slightly in disdain.

“I never believed in such things.

“We control our destiny.”

Zander immediately dismissed his idea as soon as Sean said that.

“Please stay, sir.”

Sean did not want to have his fortune told, but the monk stopped Sean when they passed by him.

Both Zander and Sean stopped and looked around.

The monk was indeed calling Sean!

Sean slowly turned his head and looked at the monk without speaking.

The monk slowly opened his narrowed eyes and stared at Sean carefully.

It was not until this moment that Sean realized how deep the monk’s eyes were.

It was as if he had been through a lot and could see through everything.

You would feel naked in front of him.

The feeling made Sean uncomfortable.

Therefore, he wanted to turn away immediately.

“Your last name is Lupin!”

Still sitting cross–legged, the monk stared intently at Sean.

“How can a monk like you casually change other people’s last names?”

Zander froze slightly before snapping with a frown.

Zander was now glad that he had not asked the monk to tell his fortune just now.

How could a lunatic tell someone’s fortune?

“Then what is your name, sir?”

The monk looked at Sean and asked again.

“What does it have to do with you?”

Zander snapped again.

Sean looked into the monk’s eyes and felt he was not making things up.

“My last name is Lennon.”

Sean was silent for two seconds before telling the truth.

“No, your last name isn’t Lennon. It’s Lupin!”

The monk shook his head slightly as he spoke earnestly.

“My last name is Lennon.”

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Your last name is Lupin, Sir!”