The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 1799

Exasperated, Cole slammed on the table and said, "Sean is out of line. As commander-in-chief of the city defense

army, why is he meddling in this issue? Is that his responsibility?"

"What's the point of you lashing out at us?" Elijah spread out his hands in a gesture of frustration.

Dylan coughed and continued saying, "Whatever Sean does, at least we can't disagree openly. After all, he's the

commander-in-chief of the city defense army. He is way above us in rank and status. And he has Dragon Kingdom's

military supporting him. How are we going to fight him? We only have to be uncooperative, passive, and unhelpful.

Poverty is a chronic problem. Even if he wants to solve it, he can't."

After a pause, Dylan said, "Every city in the City-State Union is the same. Is there a city that doesn't have poor

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people? If Sean can fix poverty, I'll write my name backward!"

"You're being dramatic, Old Lambert..." Elijah was as cordial as ever.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Elijah looked at the door and said, "Come in..."

With that said, a young man pushed the door open and entered.

The young man was Elijah's son, Lionel Walker.

Lionel walked in and placed an envelope on the clear glass coffee table.

"Look, Dad... Someone from the army camp sent over a letter just now."

Elijah nodded, opened the envelope, and took out an invitation.

The invitation said, [The city defense army's main camp will hold a charity fundraising gala at 8 pm. two days from

now. Please attend, Mr. Walker. You can abstain if you have something to do. You can bring at most one guest with

you.]

Cole and Dylan gathered over to look. The two looked at the invitation and showed disdainful expressions.

"How is that an invitation? Haha, it's just a crappy piece of paper," Cole said dismissively.

Elijah placed the invitation on the coffee table and slowly said, "It seems Sean's going to gather Dorodo's wealthy

businessmen and noble families to donate money to the poor. Perhaps I'm not the only one who has received this

invitation. Other invitations have been sent to your home respectively, and other rich families and wealthy

businessmen must have received them too."

"Should we attend this bullsh*t fundraising gala then?" Cole asked exasperatedly.

"Of course, but we don't have to go ourselves. Didn't it say so on the invitation? You don't have to come if you have

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something to do," Elijah said, pointing to the text on the invitation.

It was supposed to be a polite gesture, but it gave Elijah, Cole, and Dylan an excuse not to attend.

"Yeah, yeah, we have something to do. We're busy. We don't have time to go to some fundraising gala," Cole

nodded approvingly.

Dylan vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he nodded and said, "That's settled then. We'll send our heirs two

days later. We're not going."

"What if Sean asks for a donation?" Cole asked again.

Elijah said with a chuckle, "We'll donate then. Why not? I can afford a donation... Be generous and give him 100

dollars."

100 dollars?