Robert sat backward on the chair and rested his chin on the backrest, staring at Jin reading an old book in front of him.

Jin’s house was relaxing to stay in as there were no antiques other than books.

Every object he came across in the other guardians’ houses was an artifact with immense historical and cultural value. The guardians cherished all their antiques, ensuring their precious treasures didn’t get damaged by anything or anyone.

However, there were very few antiques in Jin’s house, who was said to be the oldest living guardian. In fact, it was full of expensive, modern items produced in recent years.

Thus, Robert once again had to be careful of his every action not to damage anything.

{Do you not have any antiques in this house other than books?} he asked Jin.

{Why, will you sell them if you find some?}

{Why do you have to be so overbearing every time you open your mouth?}

{I’m an antique myself, so any other items don’t hold any value to me.}

Robert frowned deeply at Jin’s blunt response.

{Speaking of which, why don’t guardians have family names? Everyone just uses their first names. Did people not have family names back in the day?} Robert asked.

Jin put down the book he was reading. He raised his glasses with his middle finger and stood up from his seat.

He slowly walked to the desk and leaned against it. His gaze, full of kindness and sorrow, met Robert’s, then Jin answered his question.

{Do you know what is the very first thing...