The Guardian's Sword

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Chapter 1392

She had lost the game.

However, Sean’s tactics were not Casper’s style at all.

“Old Madam, you’re a good chess player.

“After playing with Old Master Zackman for years, I’ve learned his ways. I’m more likely to lose than win

if I play his way.”

Sean smiled and explained softly.

“So what are you trying to say?”

Old Madam Zackman looked at Sean and asked indifferently.

“I’d like to play using Old Master Zackman’s way this time.”

Sean said as he began to reset the chessboard.

“Here!”

Old Madam Zackman would not reject him.

“After you.”

Old Madam Zackman said after the chessboard was set up.

Swoosh!

Sean picked up the chess pieces and started to move.

Thud!

They struck fast, and the sound of the chess pieces landing was clear.

“Knight, pawn, bishop…”

Old Madam Zackman muttered as she made her move.

The more she went on, the more shocked she became.

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Sean was not playing chess.

He had reproduced Casper’s playing style!

Old Madam Zackman had played chess with Old Master Zackman her whole life. They had played over a

thousand games.

They knew each other’s moves.

Sean was using Casper’s moves. Whenever he made a move, Old Madam Zackman could guess the

next five.

Sean was slowly playing the game as Old Madam Zackman wanted him to.

He could fake other things, but not this!

Old Madam Zackman knew full well how stubborn Casper could be.

Anyone who could play chess with him had to be close to him.

Sean’s chess-playing style was the same as Casper’s.

Old Madam Zackman even thought for a moment that Casper was sitting across from her instead of

Sean.

Swoosh!

In the middle of the game, Old Madam Zackman pushed the chess board.

“Who the h*ll are you?”

Old Madam Zackman stared at Sean and said through gritted teeth.

“I’m Sean.

“My adoptive father’s name is Colin Langdon.”

Holding a chess piece, Sean looked at Old Madam Zackman and replied in a whisper.

“Colin Langdon! He came to my house before!”

Old Madam Zackman was slightly reassured after hearing that.

After all, not many people could name Colin.

Not even Henry knew Colin existed.

“If I’m right, that was 13 years ago.”

Sean nodded gently and said to Old Madam Zackman.

“How do you know?”

Old Madam Zackman asked instinctively.

“Because my adoptive father took me in and brought me to the army 13 years ago.

“He spent ten years in the Northwest Army until he was killed in battle.”

Sean put down a chess piece and explained softly.

“Whew!”

Old Madam Zackman breathed a sigh of relief. She believed Sean’s identity now.

“The old man said Commander Lennon’s a good leader. He never lost a battle.

“But why did he die on the verge of retirement?”

Old Madam Zackman clenched her hand and confronted Sean.

“Old Master Zackman must not have told you that I was discharged from the army two years ago due to

an injury.

“I don’t know what happened in those two years.”

Sean shook his head slightly and explained.

His identity was just too sensitive.

Many people in the army thought Sean was dead.

However, even if Sean did die in battle, they could not spread such news.

Just like when the kings passed away in the past. They would not let the news out until they had made

the arrangements.

Because without Sean in charge, the Northwest Army would be leaderless, and there would be chaos.

Therefore, it was natural that Casper did not tell Old Madam Zackman.

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Old Madam Zackman looked at Sean. She did not think he would lie to her about something like that.

“He wouldn’t have died if you had been around?”

Old Madam Zackman was silent for a moment. She seemed to be asking Sean or talking to herself.

“Many people wouldn’t have died if I was around.”

Sean was confident about this.

“But he’s dead. We can’t bring the dead back to life.

“What’s the point of leaving me alone in this world?”

Old Madam Zackman looked up slowly, tears glinting in the corners of her

Sean was relieved to see this.

eyes.

She used to be expressionless like a walking corpse. She never cried or vented any emotion.

Even the healthiest people could get ill over time if they gave up.

Old Madam Zackman’s willingness to speak her mind and cry was a good thing.

Sean solved what was bothering her with two games of chess.

“Old Master Zackman sacrificed his life to protect Dragon Kingdom and the happiness and well-being of

thousands of families in Dragon Kingdom.

“He’s a hero.”

Sean sat upright and spoke earnestly.

“I don’t want him to be a hero.”

Old Madam Zackman looked at the ceiling and shook her head slowly.

“Someone has to be the hero.

“When I was in the Northwest Army, thirty thousand people were injured and killed in the worst battle.

“They’re heroes too.

“They sacrificed their lives for peace.

“They don’t want to see the family they protected with their lives not value their own.”

Sean looked at Old Madam Zackman and spoke firmly.

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