i am your guide

Sith hadn't expected he'd meet Kvir, in the dimly lit hallway after the bell rang at the end of the game.The sentinel stood at the door in a dusty way, staring at the guide with his gloomy eyes like a dim star in the dark night.

The cheers of the next game came from a distance, and Sith walked down with his arm rubbed on the stage, his posture was a little awkward.He looked up and saw Kvir approaching.

The dark corridor with only the shining wall lights suppressed the atmosphere, and the sound of Kevill's footsteps was like drumbeats, which made Sith feel uncomfortable.

You see, he's here, but he's a little late.Sith thought.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Kevill walked quickly, as if he was anxiously trying to confirm something, his voice was deeper and clearer in the open environment.

"It's okay." Sith was a little dumb. He felt uncomfortable and didn't want to talk to Keweier.But the sentinel blocked him, so he couldn't move forward even a step.

You are not late, you are missing out.

The little kitten fluffed up its fur and showed its paws, angrily circling back and forth in place, maintaining its poise while being angry.Kavier couldn't bear Sith to be so angry, and explained: "The military has an urgent mission that requires the participation of personnel in the establishment. I originally wanted to inform you in advance, but when I know the whole situation, I have already entered the combat zone, and I can't contact you. "

Sith moved his eyes away and set his sights in the dark corner. Hearing Keweier's explanation, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just, don't you even have time to send a message?"

The silence continued for a long time, and Sith asked in a low voice after a long time.

Don't even have time for a sentence?What task is so urgent.

"I'm sorry." Kevill narrowed his eyes, his eyelashes were like fluff floating in the darkness.

As soon as he said this, Sith didn't know how to answer it.

The guide was angry, and Kirkwell let him go without saying a word.But now that he saw this person and learned that he had to leave for a short time because of a mission, he felt indifferent.

Apart from forgiveness and admonition, Sith couldn't think of any other way to properly solve the current problem.

Or in other words, he didn't want to stay in this unpleasant cycle for another second.

"There can be no next time." Sith exhaled in compromise and said softly.

"Okay." Kevel responded.

But obviously, Sith didn't really let go of this matter as he said verbally. Every time he saw his [-]v[-] video, he felt a little aggrieved, and he didn't even talk to Keweier for two days.

So on the third day, the sentinel came to the door by himself.

Imperial College organizes regular social voluntary service activities every year, and through the connection between students and the society, the problems that the society needs to pay attention to will be implemented.This project is very popular every year, and there is no shortage of fixed hours behind it.

In the first grade, Sith interviewed for the two-year orphanage child care project. He went there at a fixed time every two weeks, usually playing games with the children, teaching grammar, reading stories and so on.

The suspension box car for group travel stopped at the school gate, Sith was on the side as the team leader and docked with the teacher, and just as he turned his head, he saw Keweier coming from the crowd.

The sentinel was wearing a set of off-white casual clothes, with an obsidian messenger bag on his back, like a leisurely traveler.He walked up to Sith openly and aboveboard, looking down at him.

"Why did you come here?" Sith was puzzled, he couldn't remember that Keweier, who was in the fourth grade, had a reason to come here.

"The weather is fine today, suitable for going out." When Kevill raised his head, he would reveal a beautiful neckline, and he naturally reached out to help tidy up Sith's crooked leader card, and at the end he stroked the dust that didn't exist on it .

"I'll wait for you." Before leaving, Kevill whispered in Sith's ear.

After getting on the bus, Kevill was indeed sitting in the last row, leaving an empty seat next to him.

"Has Kevil's volunteer time not expired yet?"

"It's full." Kevill shook his head, looking at Sith with burning eyes, "It's just something else."

"What's the matter?" Sith leaned on the back of the seat and sat down next to Kevill, the car started slowly, heading towards the orphanage in the suburbs.

In the early morning, the star-warm yellow sunlight of the capital spread across the horizon to the upper sky. Sith was used to the noisy communication in the carriage, so he turned his head to look at Keweier, and the sight he saw moved his heart.

The well-built sentry leaned slightly against the car window, his golden hair blended with the light outside, the warm light passed through the sentry's clear eyes, and his slightly protruding Adam's apple moved slightly when he spoke.Immediately afterwards, the man's voice came: "Come to see you."

"You're so cunning." Sith turned his eyes away, he looked up at the approaching high-speed intersection of the suspension lane, and murmured softly.

For a moment, cunning seemed to be a compliment.

The environment of the orphanage in Capital Star is quite excellent, and the welfare institution under control is different from the one Sith had in his childhood, both in terms of system and level of welfare.The well-arranged garden and conservatory become the best place for children to play, and the red fish swaying by the mermaid fountain.Sith and Kevill had just finished helping the children organize their toys, and were walking in the small garden to the next venue.

"I saw they were playing mecha puzzles just now, and I thought that was quite difficult."

Sith stepped across a small grass pit, recalling the scene just now.

Kevier: "It's difficult for little kids."

"I haven't played that kind of game before, our place is not as good as here." Sith said with a smile, he easily reached out and brushed the green branches above his head, and as expected, he heard Keweier asking behind him: "Where are you?"

"I was also born in an orphanage, in a small city on the border." Sith had no grudges about his origin, and would even be thankful for meeting Gawain and Selina.

Along the way, Sith told Kavier many things about the past: stealing potatoes and nuts from the yard during the winter and hiding them in small corners of the house, racking his brains to figure out how to get an extra apple, and how to get an extra apple in the cold The scene of waiting for the sunrise in the dark night.

When the distant light of the blizzard lights up, the night seems to be fading away.

The orphanage was next to the Donation for Disabled Children, and Sith and Kevill helped move the sundries there. When they came out, the guide found the sentinel staring at a billboard in a daze.

Without exception, the billboards are all cooperative advertisements of welfare institutions and businesses, calling on citizens to show love and contribute to welfare undertakings.On the sign was a promotional poster of a joint donation. The sun shines through the deep seabed, and a young child with wings flies to the surface of the sea in the surging water. In the center is a simple and simple ring.

There's nothing fancy about it, but it's special enough to make Kevil stop for a moment.

"Kavier wants this ring?" Sith asked.

Kevill, who was standing aside, didn't reply, but shook his head lightly. He was about to explain something, but Sith grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"That's great, just donate."

Keweier silently glanced at the hands that the two were clasping, and finally did not say what was on his lips.

He wanted to tell Sith that the ring was very similar to the one his mother had designed earlier, and he just wanted to make sure of the pattern.

But understanding mistakes can also bring surprises. For example, the guide who was not very considerate before suddenly chose to get close to him and shook hands.

The conditions for getting that ring are very simple, you can get a souvenir by donating a certain amount of Alliance Coins and registering your name.Keweier had never known that someone would donate money for souvenirs before, or it seemed that the purpose of charity should not be like this... with a bit of utilitarianism.

But he wasn't disgusted, and even found Sith interesting.

The guide leaned halfway on the steel counter, his thin body drew a beautiful and capable line. He raised his face and said something to the staff, and when he turned his head to look at Keweier, his eyes were full of stars.

The donation was extremely fast, and the business was handled neatly. The clerk in front of the counter helped the two with a smile, and the velvet box containing the ring arrived quickly.

"In fact, I also have this ring, but I don't wear it often." Sith took the small box, and he said when he handed it to Keweier.

"Why?" Kevill held the box without opening it, he fiddled with it twice, and listened carefully to Sith's words.

"I just can't wear it, I don't like jewelry very much." After speaking, Sith urged: "Open it and have a look."

The ring box covered in gray velvet had just been wiped with a wet tissue. Kevill opened the box and saw the ring exactly like the one on the promotional poster. The metallic luster could still be seen clearly in the dark environment.Kevill picked up the slender ring, thinking: It really is the mother's previous drawing.

"What's wrong?" Sith asked aside.

"Help me put it on." Kevill suddenly put the ring on Sith's palm, and the heat from his fingertips was transmitted along the metal.

"Ah, young master." The ring spun rapidly in his palm, and was pinched in the next second.With a smile in his eyes, Sith did not refuse this strange request.

The young master of the Jones family has to be waited on even to wear a ring.

The light outside the window flows on the eaves, and the sunlight that cannot be blocked by fiberglass falls on the shoulders.Sith hooked Kervill's fingertips and slowly pushed the ring onto his ring finger.

The size is just right.

The sentinel's blue sea-like eyes were turbulent, he stared at the guide's face, and said softly: "It's very suitable."

"Yes." Sith smiled softly.

A week later, the United Academy Elite Exercise Training.

The sounds of the simulated particle guns kept coming and going, the lights in the empty underground parking lot were dim, and the deposited sewage was slowly flowing in the depression.Sith hid behind a battered and abandoned truck, the sound of cocking and loading the gun was too low to be heard.

"Three enemies in the red area of ​​​​D3-2, holding the mission A-type file, over." Sith's deep voice was sent to the team's contact system through the microphone, and almost at the same time, the headset received a signal reception message.

Every spring, Imperial College will carry out joint elite training with several other well-known military academies in the Empire, aiming at cultivating the pillars of the Empire as a whole and exchanging information with each other during training.Each student selects outstanding students to form a team, with seven people in each team, and the battle venue is in a large warship manufacturing plant.

"Received, go to support now." The voice made Sith's heart move, he deliberately moved the headset closer, squinted his eyes and listened carefully.The man's shallow breathing was deconstructed and transmitted by the optical signal, and merged into a cold and deep voice clip.Sith glanced at the location information map, and Keweier was coming at high speed.

As a commander, Keweier can show a different image than usual: rational, decisive, good at seizing the opportunity, he is a natural leader, and his words are always convincing.

Fiery breath spiraled up, Sith barely calmed down, and moved his gaze to the enemy in front of him.

When Kevill arrived, the guide was cleaning up the "corpses" and looting supplies under a large collapsed plaque.The searchlight overhead cast a pale beam of light, melting Sith's angular figure into it.

"I said this is how you treat prisoners of war?" Under the plaque, three members of the Shewitt Military Academy sat crookedly in a corner, their number plates were all taken off, their camouflage uniforms were thrown aside, and they were dissatisfied with their legs crossed. Staring intently at the Sith dangling in front of them.The leading sentinel said.

It stands to reason that the members who are hit by the mark will enter the state of "death" that cannot be fought, and this is the case for these three right now.

"Don't talk about the corpse, where is the communicator?" Sith stood condescendingly in front of the three sentries, his face was serious and serious, he didn't mean to be joking at all, and he stretched out his hand after speaking.

"Do you want to search? Or do you want to take off?" The leading sentinel raised his eyebrows, and he sat lazily on the side, his body crooked as if he had no bones.He raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Sith twisted his wrist, thinking that there are still people who dare to molest the guide these days.

Oh, there should be some who dare to tease him.

He didn't care about that, and wanted to simply take the communicator and leave.Kevil was already very close to him when he looked at the map earlier, and he didn't want to waste time here.

Just because the guide doesn't care, doesn't mean a sentry doesn't care.

"If you don't say anything, just give him a good beating." Sith was taken aback by the sudden cold tone, and all the sentinels present looked on guard.Sith's wrist was grabbed by Keweier, turned around and clamped firmly.He was suddenly blocked behind Keweier, leaving only a piece of dangling gold in his sight.

It was the color of Kwihr's hair, like the curly lambs of the Canaban Plains.

"Abusing corpses should be held accountable." Sith blinked slowly, staring at the tip of Kevill's ear for a moment, and suddenly said.

Something suddenly burned in the bottom of my heart, sparks spread across the sky, and Keweier's words spread into Sith's heart like a layer of water.

"You have very good battlefield ethics." Kevill didn't let go, even though he seemed to feel the weird heat on the wizard's wrist, he replaced the kitten to complete the task of searching for the communicator, and swaggered to lead the Sith to move to the next area.