i am your guide

The night wind was warm and cool, and Kevill watched Sith's figure entering the dormitory door, with an unconscious smile on his lips.

I really don't want to be separated from him...

Keweier turned and left, the optical brain on his wrist suddenly vibrated, his expression froze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth sank.

The simple and concise wooden bell is the exclusive communication sound of Xianlong Group's combat system.

"Team leader..." Keweier went to a secluded place to pick up the communication.

"Yes--"

……

In the afternoon of the second day, guide the combat analysis class.

Sith flipped through the textbook on the table boredly, some words were scribbled on the flat and white paper, the absent-minded handwriting was no different from ghost marks.He glanced at the eloquent professor on the stage, and then turned his gaze back to the wrist screen.

In a quiet dialog box, the man named Kevill seemed to have evaporated from the world. He didn't reply a message, and even the bright unread message was still hanging on it, which hurt Sith's eyes.

why?Why don't you get back to me?Are you in class?

Sith became inexplicably irritable. He knew that maybe Kevill just didn't see it, or maybe there were other reasons that made him temporarily put the information on hold.Anyway... Anyway, there are many reasons to convince him, and it's definitely not that Keweier didn't reply on purpose.

He swiped away the light screen interface with his backhand, and picked up the ballpoint pen angrily to write down the key points in the textbook.

Sith thought: Isn't it just not replying to the message?Just wait.If he gets back to me, I'll have to ask what he's doing!

Time always passed quickly when concentrating on listening to the class. The moment Sith buckled up the book, the get out of class bell rang.He uncomfortably turned on the screen again, but it was still empty.

Good job, still didn't call me back.

Sith typed a few words: "Don't forget to come to the game tonight."

Tonight, there is their second-round knockout match.

The waiting area for the second round of the knockout round of the Imperial College whistle-blower tournament.

The wonderful moments of the previous game were replayed above the empty rest area. Sith sat on the cold bench with his face buried in his palms.He listened to the host's voice in Xunbai's ears, and the knuckles of his palms turned white.

"Bang—" The door was slammed open.

"Where did Kavier go? I can't find it anywhere! I went to his dormitory and knocked on the door, and I couldn't get in touch. Sith, you..." Gawain kicked the door open, panicking before finishing his sentence , I saw Sith, who was extremely silent in the corner, raised his face.

With a calm, indifferent, and cold expression, Gao Wen couldn't help shivering.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since Sith had shown this expression. When he was young, he first saw him on that icy planet. The barbs all over his body and the aggressive guide showed people like this for a long time, with jet-black pupils There was no look of pity and tenderness in it.

He had almost forgotten that this was what the Sith had looked like before.

Gawain knew: Sith was angry—very angry.

That's right, anyone would be angry if it changed, it's really bad to release people without saying a word.

"I don't know." Sith decisively turned off his optical brain.

He doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know.

"Then for the next match, you..." Gawain frowned, and he heard Sith's calm reply.

"I'll go." Sith rolled up his sleeves twice as usual, his eyes were bright.

The young man stood up, and after he straightened his neckline seriously, he exhaled a foul breath, his silence was shocking.The moment he brushed against Gao Wen's shoulder, the almost uncontrollable tyrannical aura made Gao Wen's face change.

A long time ago, this was the case when Sith participated in the life-and-death competition for the first time. At that time, Gawain and Sith were still in middle school. Gawain, who was on the front line of life and death, was lying on the bed of Sith's dormitory covered in blood, watching the hostile guide walk out. door to go.

He is a sentinel, and he is not as terrible as a guide when he is angry.

In the dark passage leading to the distance, the footsteps of demons are slowly approaching, and the exit full of light has no shadow of Keweier.

People are such strange things. Those who were waiting for you yesterday are not there today.

When Sith stood on the ring, he saw the suspicious expressions of the sentry and guide on the opposite side.

The atmosphere on the field changed, and the students in the stands began to whisper suspiciously. The host paused, and the impassioned voice was not as smooth as before.

"The sentries from Group A haven't arrived yet, let's continue the countdown..."

The contestant's timer on the big screen was still jumping, and the time was slowly ticking away with Sith's patience.

You see, he didn't come.

Maybe there is something urgent, I can understand.

Sith stood silently on the stage, the voices of the host and the stands seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, passing by his ears from near to far, and the entangled tones gradually became harsh, rushing into the eardrums, disturbing watching his mind.As if being submerged in the endless deep sea, the strong water pressure squeezed his chest, and Sith was almost out of breath.

Even if there is something urgent...won't you just tell me?

Why, do you have to leave me here alone?

Sith bit his lower lip tightly. When he raised his eyes, he saw all kinds of looks from the students in the stands.

"Drip—" the countdown ended.

Sith's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, suppressed by thousands of boulders.

"Unfortunately, the Sentinels of Group A didn't show up within the time limit, so this game..." The host's voice was buried in shock and regret. He stood on the high platform with a bit of regret in his tone.

Just when everyone thought that the match was declared over because of Kevill's disappearance, Sith, who was standing alone on the side, spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone through the sound transmission stone in the arena.

"I will not surrender."

He said.

Audience:...

"Why are you still playing without Kevill coming? Didn't you see the fourth grade group on the opposite side?"

"I really don't know what's wrong with Kvir, so casual."

"I guess it's because you won too many medals and don't like this kind of competition?"

"Do not know do not know……"

"..."

Noisy words that aroused people's desire to win and lose were endless, and the host stood there awkwardly, some of them didn't know how to answer.

Let a wizard one-on-two?It's against the rules, but...

"I don't know how many guides are there!" Sith took a deep breath and said loudly.

Silence.

The sound transmission stone on the ring was very effective, and Sith's amplified voice did not tremble at all. He raised his face and spoke indifferently.

"I don't know if the guides present have kept the guiding principles in mind!"

The host's face froze, and everyone in the audience was like him, listening to the guide standing alone on the ring.

Sith clenched his fists tightly, and the high laser light made his eyes hurt, but at this moment, the right light buried him in the gleaming white, and there was no shadow behind him.

"The first rule of the guide: never abandon your sentinel; the fifth rule of the guide: never surrender; the motto of the Imperial College: fight to the last second."

Sith said stubbornly: "The rules of the game, the winning side's condition is that the opponent's guide and sentry are all disqualified from the game. Now, I am still standing here."

"You have no reason to judge me to lose."

His words ignited the entire arena, and the noise, heated debate, and cheers filled the eardrums. Sith stroked the number plate on his chest with his hand, and looked at the opponent in the distance with calm eyes.

The host clenched the microphone tightly, he was hesitating how to respond to this question, when he suddenly heard instructions from the leader in the headset.

"Let him fight."

The host took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Then, the countdown to the game!"

"drop--"

The ear-piercing three-second countdown pierced through the audience, and Sith leaned slightly, his eyes flickering.

At the entrance ceremony a year ago, Sith faced the statue of the guide along with countless new guides, holding a guide rule and slowly chanted:

I, Sith Kevok, swear in the name of the guide: I will never abandon my sentry, never give up my comrades in arms, never give in, do my best to protect the weak, protect the peace of a country, and fight to the death to the last Second.

Please count down to the last second, I will never give in, never stop.

Even if my sentries are gone.