i am your guide

Chapter 124 Put on your flag

In the winter of 447 Imperial Calendar, ordinary people lit fires to chat and gossip in the cold night; The arrival of the year.

Some people sat on the top and wiped the bloody guns, and took the territory of the empire under their command; ; There are also people who are confined to the past in a cramped room, confronting reality with bleak expectations.

After the explosion of Kuili Star, it was found that the dragon group found the signal source of Niyang on the nearest desolate star. When they arrived, the armor was parked on the wasteland. line.Alec and Zhuo Ke led the crowd to open the twisted and deformed cockpit with great effort, but it was Sith who had already been unconscious.

The frenzied mental power attacked everyone in front of him indiscriminately, and he was already in chaos, regardless of who came.

Nobody mentioned anything about GS07 anymore, especially after Kvir's death.

The winter in the empire is coming soon. It is said that it is winter, but in reality it is just a slight drop in temperature.Crystal snowflakes fell from the vast sky, touched the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.There may be a little left on the pine tree with the festive notice board, until it is shaken off by the children who come out for a walk in cotton clothes.

The days seem to pass slowly, but the turning point always comes one day inadvertently, which makes people feel that today is a completely different scene from yesterday:

For example, the old emperor, who was still speaking out in the conversation yesterday, was buried in a critical condition today; His Royal Highness Vivienne Russell, who was the emperor's daughter yesterday, took over the important task of leading the empire to prosperity in grief today; The Melt Star Bandit led by him bowed his head to the newly crowned queen today; the former Duke of the Empire, who died in the coffin for several years yesterday, suddenly planned many terrible plans to subvert the empire in the dark today, and the crimes revealed .

As for the experimental subject who was still wanted by the entire empire yesterday, there are rumors today that it was a misunderstanding.

It's a scary thing today, and it steals so much common sense.

And this winter, it was extremely difficult for many people in the Imperial Outpost Recovery Center, not only the wages owed for several months were not paid, the food was so bad that it was unbearable, and the new leader upstairs came to inspect and go to work all day long. You will be deducted for playing optical and computer games, and you have to be jealous of your brothers in the labor camp next door. What's more annoying is that the new guide in ward Z77 is really difficult to deal with.

Jappa was the unluckiest of all the unlucky ones, because he was in charge of looking after the dark-haired guide in Ward Z77.

The Imperial Sentinel Restoration Institute is a very special place. It specializes in accommodating sentinel crowds who have traumatic stress disorder due to the death of Sentinels or guides. Those who come here are either lunatics or fools. Once entering the ward of the recovery institute, it is simply a large group of demons dancing wildly. At the scene, he has seen and dealt with all kinds of neuroticism. The only trouble is the new Z77.

He always remembered the scene when the patient from No. Z77 came to the recovery center for the first time. That day, there was thin snow on the brick and tile floor of the square, which was trampled into pitch black by the crowd.The old iron fence with only a small door open for several years was repainted last night, and it was opened wide as if to welcome some distinguished guests.Even the leaders who usually only boss around in the office have to come down to greet them in person.

Jiapa thought that some prince or nobleman was coming, so he stretched his neck to look, and waited for a long time before he saw a slowly approaching car.

It's like a prison van, the kind used to hold felons.

Paint the gates for a prisoner?Wouldn't it be nice to save the money for a chicken leg for lunch?

Japa curled his lips, and rubbed the fine snow slag under his feet with the tattered toe of his shoe in his pocket.

The prison car drove slowly, and it took a long time to reach the downstairs from the door.The first to get off was a car of soldiers, with stars shining on their shoulders in the capable and close-fitting military uniform. The leading man said something to the leader of the recovery center who nodded and bowed, with a serious expression on his face.

A car full of soldiers, maybe this car is really shutting down some serious criminals.Jappa stood behind the crowd and glanced again, wanting to see who it was that caused the crowd to greet him—maybe a bandit with a beard?Or some kind of burglar.

After all, why do normal people use prison vans?

To Japa's surprise, the patient No. Z77 who got out of the prison van and was assigned to him in the future was a male guide in his early 20s.

His brows and eyes are cold and distant, and there is no emotion in his deep black eyes, especially when he glances at you, the cold glance can freeze your soul.He was wearing a dark woolen overcoat, with several black woolen scarves wrapped around his neck, and he was black from head to toe.

The guide briefly surveyed the surrounding environment, then lowered his head silently, no matter what the soldiers with him said to him, they didn't reply until a short guide next to him patted him on the back, Only then reluctantly opened his mouth in response.

Jiapa didn't hear what he said clearly at the time, maybe he didn't pay attention, he just remembered the glance of the man, like the sharp sickle tip of the god of death, piercing into the flesh and blood of the person.

At that time, he only thought that he must, must not be assigned to this guide, but it was a pity that the god of fate did not take care of him.

"Hey brother, are you going to deliver lunch to Z77 again?" In the lounge, the brother who was also on duty lay sprawled on the sofa, and said to Jiapa who was about to go out with a lunch box with a smile.

"Yeah, I hope he won't be angry today." Jiapa closed the lid of the lunch box and said viciously, "You can't imagine that when he is angry, my spirit and body tremble!"

"Damn it, it's the kind of shaking dice!" Jiapa cursed, slamming the door and leaving.

Patient Z77 was a very strange guide, so strange that Jappa always wondered if so many insane sentries he had seen did not exist at all-as a guide who had lost the combined sentinel, Z77's reaction was too calm.He doesn't go crazy, doesn't throw things, just holds a cup of cappuccino every day and reads from morning to afternoon, and sometimes rings the bell for Japa to ask for a refill.

Of course, sometimes it can be difficult.

Once Z77 rang the bell persistently for half an hour in the middle of the night to wake up Japa. When he angrily rushed to the ward to serve this troublesome guide, Z77 leaned against the bed and said in a commanding tone: "Excuse me, is there any Chixia nectar?"

Jiapa almost vomited blood. He wore a cotton coat in the middle of the night and ran across the two floors in the hollow passage, just to stand at the door of the ward and watch this lazy guide Xiao Xiang court dessert? ?

"Red rosy nectar is not something common people can eat." Jiapa suppressed his anger, as if he was teaching a child how to speak, he explained word by word, for fear that the person would not understand: "Red rosy nectar, away from here The closest one is only available on No. [-] Road, Imperial College, and it’s now in the middle of the night, so it’s impossible to buy!”

The guide on the bed showed a disappointed look, he casually raised his eyelids, and gave a look that the servant could resign.

Sometimes some high-ranking official would come to visit patient Z77, and most of the time the guide would not respond, but the only time it almost cost Japa his life.

It was an afternoon, and the bright winter sun could not melt the ice in the room. Standing behind many soldiers, Japa could barely hear the roar of patient Z77 inside.

His vocal cords were still a little torn, as if he hadn't healed after yelling too much. The soldiers in the uniform of the Dragon Legion were loaded with live ammunition and aimed several muzzles at the guide inside.His entire pair of eyes were red, and the collapsed black mental power spread like water on the ground. A tiger cat was hunched over on the bed, its tail blown into a big dog's tail grass.

"You have no proof that Kevir is dead!"

Kevel?

Japa caught the familiar name, he pursed his lips nervously, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Is it the S-rank sentinel who died in the encirclement and suppression battle some time ago?

"Sith, his vital signs have been extinguished. How long will you deny the exact evidence given by the military?"

The man who confronted Sith was also full of anger. He held a large stack of documents in his hand and slapped them on the iron railing several times.It is no exaggeration to say that he even wanted to wake up the bewildered guide with the document in his hand.

"John, I am his guide, our connection..." Sith's chest heaved up and down, his palms were tightly clenched together, his bones made cracking sounds, and his dormant mental power was ready to move, ready to attack at any time.

"Your connection has been broken, look at you now!" John really wanted to go in and strangle Sith to death.

For the past few days, he has been collecting evidence to exonerate Sith, while paying attention to Kvir's affairs.But no matter how hard it is to verify, it can’t change the fact that Kevill died in battle. The military’s vital sign marker is implanted in the body of the sentinel for real-time monitoring data. Only the death marker of the sentinel will go out. This is already a certainty. fact.

"Damn look at you now, do you think you are normal?!" John yelled hoarsely, and he couldn't say anything else as soon as his voice fell.

Because of the guide in front of him, his eyes were already full of tears—clear, clean tears tearing his cheeks.

Should a guide who has lost his bonded sentinel be required to recognize the fact that the other party is dead?

Since that day, John has been reflecting on this question.

Sith lived in the recovery center for two months, and Jappa took care of him for two months. The most he heard was: "Where's Kvir?"

How could my little tiger die?He said he would take care of me for the rest of my life.

My name hasn't changed, I haven't exchanged rings with him, we haven't come home yet.

The day before Sith left, the last visitor was Mrs. Nina.

Sunlight penetrates through the simple bay window, and fine dust floats in the air.Half of Sith's face was lit up, exposing the sun along with the thinner bone lines.

The young and beautiful lady lost a whole circle of weight, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and she looked a little sick.The exquisite sheepskin coat is engraved with monotonous patterns, and the leather handbag is placed on the round table in the ward.

She looked at Sith with a sad look, her eyes full of distress.

Sith was timid to see Mrs. Nina, and even wanted to avoid it.

The guide crouched in the corner of the hospital bed put away all the sharp barbs in front of his lover's mother. He could seal the mouths of others with stubbornness and self-paralysis, but he couldn't use these things to build a line of defense in front of Nina—indirectly causing them Wasn't he the one who lost his son?

Nina pulled up a stool and sat next to Sith. She wanted to reach out to touch Sith, but she gave up because of the attitude of the guide.

"Kevil once used the internal selection quota of the current dragon group."

Nina stared at Sith and spoke softly.

She saw Sith's eyes widen slightly, his fingers slightly curled up, and his whole body was in great sadness and tension.

"He never talked about it with us, perhaps because he was afraid that we would disagree. The first time I saw that Keweier would use his power for someone, he always talked about public and private matters." Mrs. Nina said The smile is weak, but it comes from the heart.

Sith's eyes became moist again, he lowered his head, unable to say anything.

It turns out that the interview quota for the Dragon Legion was given by Keweier?

He once said to Keweier that "maybe we can meet, maybe we can be comrades in arms". The Sentinels have already taken a step towards their future, but the amnesiac guide ignored this step.

"Kevier looks gentle on the surface, but he is actually very stubborn." She counted the advantages of Keweier, and said gently, "He said that he wanted to give Jones' family crest to his favorite guide, only once in a lifetime."

Sith couldn't bear it anymore, his throat was choked with sobs, but tears fell down patter.Water marks the size of plum blossoms stained the bedding, and even wet the guide's bluish-white joints.

"Sis, the future is very long, and there is no injury that cannot be faded by time. I understand that you are in more pain than us, but Kavier rescued you, and I definitely don't want you to continue like this." Nina's voice was also a little choked , but still barely maintained his demeanor.She rubbed Sith's hair and wiped Sith's tears with her fingertips.

What would Kvir do if he was there?

The sentinel might hold the guide on his lap, while wiping the kitten's tears while whispering advice, his voice is as gentle and fresh as in the past, as if he never left:

Sith, you have to go over there.

Stop when you feel uncomfortable, cry when you are unhappy, go to sleep after crying, and go over when you have vented, overcome this hurdle, and go to the future.

"Come to Jones's house, okay?" Mrs. Nina hugged Sis in her arms, letting the guide's tears wet her delicate coat.

We will protect you no matter what happens.

……

In the spring of 448 in the Imperial Calendar, four major events took place.

Her Royal Highness Vivienne Russell held a formal coronation ceremony at the beginning of the year, got rid of the position of regent, and truly became the empress of the empire; the Melt Star Bandit surrendered, and the rule of the Shattered Star Belt was promoted.

In response to the Hell's Eye incident of the Duke of Novendon, the queen dismissed and exiled all relevant officials with an iron fist. The political purge was carried out quietly, and the political team of the empire was rotated. Countless famous families were in danger, except for a few families.

The military court related to GS07 was opened successfully. A large number of scientific researchers headed by the Imperial National Laboratory submitted powerful experimental data and analysis reports to the court, proving that the relationship between Sith Kevok and GS07 was purely fictitious, and Sith Kevok was cleared. charged, regained his status as a free man, and announced his identity as an S-level guide.

In the end, it was a major event that caused an uproar among the people of the entire empire:

Sith Kevok, who caused a big wave due to the court-martial a while ago, officially resumed his position in the current dragon team in April in the bright spring. There are rumors in the upper class that Sith has become the new heir of the Jones family.

A wizard with a foreign surname became the heir to the Jones family?

And it's still an unprecedented S-level wizard?

The domestic and foreign media frantically chased and intercepted this popular guide. There were rumors that the current empress Vivienne Russell was so angry that he was speechless. The elites bowed their heads in front of him and turned into a brand-new urban ghost story.

Losing an S-level sentinel and gaining an S-level guide, in the eyes of outsiders, the Jones family has nothing but glory and brilliance.

No one saw the bloody wound on the back.

Sith wore a ring with the Jones family crest engraved on it, and a banner that belonged to Kavier.