i am your guide

Soon, the two returned to the Hilo from the Imperial Cemetery.They walked into the dock talking and laughing, and from afar they saw a maid standing at the entrance, respectfully like a sculpture.

It looks like it has been waiting for a long time.

It was the maid who picked him up to the palace that day. Sith remembered it deeply and recognized it at a glance. He frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.Kevil, who was walking side by side with him, also frowned.

"Respected Major General Kevil Jones, Captain Sith Kevok."

The maid gave a court salute respectfully, and Sith returned the salute. In contrast, Kevill just nodded slightly, his eyes were slightly cold, and the smile on his face was very weak.

"Her Royal Highness Vivienne Russell cordially invites Captain Sith Kevok to the court ball tomorrow night."

While the maid was speaking, she took out a bronzing red invitation card from her sleeve, gently pinched the corners with both hands and handed it to Sith.

Keweier didn't speak, his face was ugly.

The lettering on the cover of the invitation card is elegant, and the invitation card engraved with the seal of Russell's court shines brightly under the bright lights of the dock.Sith was silent for a while, he opened his mouth, and just about to speak, he heard the maid say.

"Please be sure to accept it, Captain. Your Highness appreciates you very much, and looks forward to meeting you at the ball."

Once the words were spoken, it was impossible to refuse.

Sith struggled for a while, and finally accepted the hot invitation.

"Say hello to Your Highness for me."

Sith saluted and watched the maid leave.

The figure disappeared, and Sith folded the corners of the invitation card. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up at the silent Keweier.

There were many emotions that Sith could not recognize in those blue sea-like eyes, which seemed to be guilt and worry.The guide raised his hand and waved the invitation card, looking straight into Kevier's eyes.

"Looks like I have to go."

Sith couldn't refuse Vivienne's invitation because of the huge difference in status.

What's more, Mawei is coming in a menacing way, and he has the idea of ​​a decisive battle.

Kevill lowered his eyes, and the waves in his eyes disappeared. He raised the corners of his mouth, and raised his hand to stroke Sith's forehead hair.

The major general dropped his right hand inadvertently. He rubbed the tip of Sith's ear, leaned over and said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you."

The light of the dock came down from behind the major general, and the dark and ambiguous shadow covered Sith's face. The two of them were so close that they could hear their breathing.He looked at Sith with deep eyes, and the movements of his hands were forbearing and restrained.

The guide wanted to say: I can do it alone.

In his heart, Sith didn't want Keweier to go, and Vivienne would not threaten his life in public, but if Keweier went, Vivienne might not know what he would do.After all, Sith had a premonition that Vivienne actually sent him invitations to force Keweier to go to the ball.

This is a duel between two guides around the sentinel. They face each other secretly. Vivienne is out of arrogance and love, while he...

Sith thought: Maybe this kind of pursuit gave him the desire to win; or maybe it was because Keweier was no longer the same in his heart.

As far as Kavier is concerned, he is no longer a contract partner who can be handed over to others.

Sith is not the only one who thinks this way.

"I'll accompany you."

Keweier emphasized again, his voice was deep and pleasant.

Things that the major general has decided cannot be changed, and in a sense he may be very stubborn, Sith squeezed Keweier's hand reassuringly, and said hello in a low voice.

Early the next morning, Sith was awakened by the doorbell.

Susie's report echoed in his ears all the time, he turned over and had to get up to open the door.When he rubbed his sleepy eyes and unlocked the sliding door, a maid stood at the door holding a sandalwood box.

"My dear guide, this is a gift ordered by my wife."

"Your... madam?"

Seeing a beautiful girl in a white waiter's skirt waiting for him outside, Sith cheered up instantly. He glanced at the sandalwood box, feeling a little confused.

"Yes, Mrs. Nina Jones."

Jones?

Sith was stunned for a moment, he quickly took the box with both hands, saluted respectfully, and said, "Please be sure to say hello to Madam for me."

The maid smiled and saluted before leaving.

Sith's hand holding the box was hot, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Jones...it's Kevier, right?

He turned around and went back to the house, weighing the flat shape of the box, which didn't look like it would hold too heavy things. He was curious about what was in it. After all, it wasn't a bad thing that the lady would send, right?Sitting on the bed and gently opening the lock, what caught the eye was a layer of white velvet.

After the velvet was lifted, there was a black tuxedo inside.

It is slightly different from the tuxedoes on the market, and the style has been changed to a certain extent. The broad lapels are covered with a layer of matte plain silk, and the white bow tie is placed in the center of the box. The overall size is very similar to that of a Sith. Fit, as if tailor-made.The most unexpected thing for Sith was that a tiger was tattooed on the surface of the hand towel pocket on the left chest, and the pattern on the exposed corner of the towel was the Jones family crest traced in gilding lines.

That is the brightest embellishment on the whole tuxedo.

Sith didn't dare to touch the family crest with his hands, for fear that it would disappear after touching it. He felt that this gift was too expensive.

Wearing a dress with a family crest is like declaring sovereignty.

He felt that the significance of this gift was too great for him to accept.

He heard a ring on his wrist screen, and swiped it open to see that it was Keweier's news.

"do you like it?"

"Is it yours?"

Sith tremblingly sent out a message, with a moving picture of a kitten with its ears exposed.

"Yes."

Keweier didn't tell him that it was made by someone overnight last night. He didn't intend to engrave the family crest, but Mrs. Nina made a special video call with him to tell him not to forget about it.

Sith seemed to be holding a jack in his hand, and he couldn't put it down or pick it up. Reason told him that he couldn't accept it, but his sensibility also felt secretly happy.

Although the fabric is new, it is not an old clothes.

"Let's have breakfast first, hang up your clothes."

Keweier sent such a sentence, Sith replied with an 'um', and then changed into casual clothes and went to the restaurant.

Affected by the family crest, Sith was absent-minded throughout the day, his mind was full of gilding lines, and until the evening when Kevir entered Sith's room, he was still staring at the tuxedo.

"What are you looking at?"

Keweier walked in and said softly with a smile.

"nothing……"

Sith turned his head quickly, and was shocked by Keweier in the next second.

Kevill, who had taken off his military uniform, put on a white tuxedo at this time. His clothes were very gorgeous. The plain silk on the lapel head was lace outlined with gold thread. The pure white dress was inherently aristocratic. Sith's family crest is exactly the same, golden hair is slightly curled up, and those blue eyes like sapphires are the most glorious embellishment of the whole person, just standing there is enough to make Sith suffocate.

The dream lover of billions of girls, this is really not nonsense.

The color matching of the two of them is wonderful, a quiet and deep night like extremely black; a dazzling day like light.

The cycle of day and night is a lifetime.

"You will definitely be the focus of the audience."

Sith said with a smile, sincerely praising Keweier.

"The sentinel just needs to attract the guide's attention." Keweier retorted with a slight smile.

Sith smiled, not daring to look at Keweier.

The guide saw that it was almost time, turned his back and took off his tuxedo from the hanger, and began to unbutton and change his shirt.He was embarrassed in front of Keweier, but Keweier had no intention of leaving, and he didn't want to chase the major general away, so he simply turned his back and pretended that he couldn't see him or cover his ears and steal the bell.

The moment the shirt was taken off, the skin of Sith's upper body was exposed in Kevill's sight. His complexion was very white, even to the point of sickness. There was a huge power hidden under his thin body, and his muscle lines were not obvious. It doesn't look close to the physique of an adult.

Keweier's breathing stagnated, and he felt that he was getting hot. He just wanted to avoid his eyes but fell somewhere in vain.

Sith raised his wrist to grab the shirt of the tuxedo. There was a very large scar and a hideous seam on his right forearm, coiled on the skin like a centipede, very scary.

Kavier only needs to take a look at it to roughly analyze the cause of the wound. It is a slanted knife edge. It is speculated that Sith used his forearm to block the knife or other sharp weapons to cause the wound. Deep, almost to the bone.

Is it the scar from the gang fight?still……

Cavill stared at the scar that nearly tore his heart in silence until Sith put his shirt back on.

"Let's go."

While Keweier was distracted, Sith had already changed his clothes. He stood in front of Keweier and said with a smile.

The sentinel nodded lightly. He stretched out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on Sith's clothes, brushed his fingers over the family crest on Sith's chest, and smiled with satisfaction.

Fine, this is my person.

"Let's go."

Jones’ car is waiting outside. It doesn’t look like anything special. There is a herbal perfume smell in the suspension car. It’s not a strong smell, which Sith likes very much, especially after staying in the car for a while. The fact that he had the same scent on him made the guide even happier.

Looking at the scenery passing by the car window, he asked.

"Did Kavier go to balls often?"

"Go when you have time."

He said so, but Sis knew that the implication was: as long as you are in the capital, you must go.

And Vivienne was also very attentive. Her Majesty's ball always followed Keweier's schedule, and she would always choose to hold it when the major general had time, which made it impossible for people to refuse.

"what does it look like?"

Sith asked.

"It started with a solo dance by Vivienne and the sentinel he selected, and then there was a group dance party. The dance party will last until late at night, and there will be refreshments and drinks at any time."

Kevel thought for a moment and said.

The chosen sentinel...isn't it you?

What Kavier said here was ambiguous, and Sith was so smart, of course he could hear it all at once.

But Sith really guessed wrong this time. After all, Vivienne and Kavier were not married. Vivienne is Kavier's matching guide in name, but no one knows how close their relationship is. In the absence of an exclusive relationship, it was impossible for Vivienne to keep pestering Kevil.

After all, putting aside personal emotions, as the princess of Russell, it is very necessary to dance with young sentinels from other families, and the significance of maintaining political relationships is always higher than emotion itself.

When Ke Weier was young, he didn't care much, as long as it was Vivienne's invitation, he would agree, but since a few years ago, the number of times Ke Weier and Vivienne danced together has gradually decreased. Hence the rise.

Calculating the time, it probably started when Sith dropped out of school.

"Should no one invite me to dance... I can't dance..."

Sith suddenly remembered this incident, feeling a little worried, and regretted not participating in the Imperial College ball, but then again, he didn't have a sentinel, so why did he participate?Gao Wen had already gone to accompany the little girl, he might as well play games in the dormitory alone.

"probably not."

Kevill glanced at the family crest on his body and said.

Young masters, gentlemen, ladies and ladies of the upper class have good eyesight and will not touch things that should not be touched.

"You said it wouldn't be nice if I kept eating at the ball."

Sith frowned.

"The pastries at the dance party are still good, it doesn't matter if you eat a little."

Kevill stroked Sith's hair and said with a smile.

Speaking of which... it seems that some acquaintances will also go to this dance.

The two chatted all the way, and when the car stopped at the gate of the palace, it was already dark.

The red carpet was spread straight from the entrance of the palace to the ball hall. There were not many people at the entrance of the palace. Kevill, who was illuminated by the lights, was covered in a layer of light. He got off the station first and stood aside, stretching out a hand in a very gentlemanly manner. Pass it to Sith who is still in the car.

"My dear guide, please get out of the car."

Sith smiled, he didn't know that Keweier still had such a naughty side, his lips curled up, and he gently placed his right hand on Keweier's palm, he said softly.

"Okay, Major General."

He stepped out, and the swallow tail behind him danced with the wind as he walked, and the two, one black and one white, walked side by side on the red carpet.

There were countless maids along the way, and they saluted when they saw the guests. There were people going to the ball hall one after another in front of and behind the two of them. It seemed that the tradition required that people who entered the hall had to walk.It feels good to walk on the road with Keweier, which is completely different from when I came in by myself.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Sith saw the hall illuminated by lights like daylight. On more than 30 steps, there was a magnificent hall. The red carpet was spread up the stairs, extending to the end of the light.Sith was a little behind Kvir, and they went up together.

For some reason, Sith always felt that there was a large Shura field in front of him.

At that time, the maid in the blue dress beside Vivian in the gazebo stood at the entrance of the hall with several waiters. It was never necessary for Vivian to do things like greet the guests. The maid saluted respectfully when she saw Keweier coming.

For a while, dozens of people saluted together, and Keweier just nodded slightly.

According to his status, there is no need to return the gift at all.

"Major General Jones, Captain Kevok, Your Highness has been waiting for a long time."

The maid smiled and invited them in.

"Wait until the dance starts and don't drink."

The two of them were walking in the splendid hall, when Keweier suddenly whispered something to Sith.