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Central District.

As night falls, the light trees beside the street give full play to their light.

The suspension train quietly moved forward along the sky track, and the red light on the roof looked like a blurred star from a distance.

Go straight along Center Street, and there is a small bar on the edge.The green double doors swayed from side to side, and people kept coming in and out.

The bar is full of yellow light, there is no explosive music and groups of drunken sentries. In fact, this kind of vulgar scene can only be seen in that dilapidated small bar in District S. The empire will not allow any The noisy voice aroused the troublesome factor in the unbound sentinel's heart.In the bar full of literary and artistic accents in the central area, green and elegant plants and inscrutable oil paintings can be seen everywhere. People sit quietly at a single round table, and the colorful liquors shine beautifully in the transparent cups.

Oh, except for one—

The female guide stood aside and wiped the glass silently, and glanced at the man lying on the bar more than three times.

The man has hair like broken gold.

Seeing his face before he passed out, it was undoubtedly handsome.

According to the performance, this should be the sentinel of a prestigious family - those rich people who carry the accumulation of history always start to hire tutors to teach them etiquette when their children are very young - but...

The female guide quickly glanced at the scattered cans on the bar. He ordered the cheapest canned wine.

Moreover, the female guide deflects her eyes, and the scattered handbags around the sentinel are also very eye-catching.

The man doesn't look like someone who worked hard to complete the mission assigned by the empire and then came back to claim credit.

I hope she won't meet a drunkard who can be violent, the guide silently rolled his eyes.

In a daze, Colin heard someone calling him.

The voice was thin and soft, but unfortunately he didn't respond.

Colin frowned, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a woman.

The woman looked at him cautiously: "Sir? Sir?"

"Well..." Colin wiped his face wearily, and replied in a low voice, "This is..."

Before he finished speaking, the lost memory rushed into his brain aggressively. Colin remembered that this was the innermost tavern in the central area. He walked in with the last bit of money and ordered a few cans of wine. Fell asleep.

I'm so tired.

Mr. Bruce, his father, cruelly cut off all back roads. Colin has been running around looking for a job for the past few days, but not only did he not get one, he even had no money to stay in the hotel in the end.

Colin felt that if he survived for a few more days, he should quickly go to the relief center.

Oh, and not at all worried about losing face.

Mr. Bruce was waiting for him to compromise, and the root of all this was that Colin wanted to be an ordinary sentinel.

Just like the female bar owner in front of me, she has an ordinary job and lives her life in the central area safely.

But Mr. Bruce didn't think so.

As Colin who was allowed to graduate early, the Bruce couple undoubtedly took him as their family pride.

When Colin stepped into the house with his luggage in his arms, he was asked to report to the government tomorrow, so that he was ready to accept missions and go to the battlefield at any time.

The huge empire has battles of all sizes and in every place at every moment of every day. Sentinels are often regarded as the best weapon to resolve disputes. They have super senses, and their extraordinary physique is the greatest benefit to suppressing each other.

Mr. Bruce was full of confidence in training Colin to be an outstanding fighter, the sharpest dagger or the fastest bullet, so when he learned that his son had hired a postman the next day, he was almost furious .

But he also wisely endured this "bad taste" under Mrs. Bruce's persuasion. After all, Colin had just graduated and was full of illusions about society.Then, they watched Colin change his job from a postman to an environmental worker, a painter, a construction worker... He even went into the iron factory and didn't come back for several weeks. If the Bruce couple didn't send someone to find him, he would Still want to continue.

Bruce was furious at home, claiming that if Colin did not go to the government to find a suitable position, he would get out of the house.

So Colin had no choice but to follow his father's request, walk into the gate of the government every day in a suit and tie, and dwell at a specific work table, waiting for tasks to be assigned, and waiting for the day when he would dedicate his life.

A month later, Colin rolled out of the house with his luggage in his arms.

Behind the brown door was Mr. Bruce's disfigured face.

Unless Colin did what he asked, they would be severed forever, Mr. Bruce had sworn.

This is not the result of willful anger, Colin's various behaviors.

He is really curious about various jobs.

You must know that he and a group of young and energetic sentries have stayed in the school for more than ten years. From a child who is almost ten years old to a young man who is 21 years old, what he receives every day is nothing more than fighting skills, highly compatible guide elements and Absolutely obey the beliefs of the empire.

God knows he's about to turn into an old relic.

Those elites at the top will never realize that when he eats in the open-air mine with the people in the factory, the rice containing ore and the low-quality wine are so sweet.People sat unrestrained, talked about the situation, hooked their shoulders, and sang the song of the empire.

They were both sentinels, Colin looked at them one by one, but there was no support from a wealthy family behind them, and they relied on ordinary jobs to make ends meet.

After all, as far as the central area is concerned, the sentinel guide is an extremely common existence.

Colin wants to live this life instead of dealing with a bunch of useless data from morning to night.

He doesn't expect great feats.

"Sorry, dear lady, I fell asleep." Colin blinked.

"Oh no, it doesn't matter." The female guide seemed to be bewitched by the man's movements for a moment, and consciously moved away a little, "You look tired, sir."

Colin: "Why don't you give that to the delicious wines, they get me drunk. You're amazing, ma'am, and your selection of products never fails to please."

The female guide blushed immediately, she had never been praised like this before.

"I don't have such a great ability. Sir, are you going to travel?"

She pointed to the luggage beside her, and the man curled his mouth, and was about to answer, when the guests on the round table in the distance called the boss.

The female guide hurriedly left the bar.

Colin propped his head up and watched the female guide's small body pass through the neatly arranged round tables, and the unique soft yellow light in the bar flowed down the slender waistline.

He thinks that the only thing he admits and never forgets is to seek a perfect guide with [-]% compatibility.

But after coming out for so long, not only did he not meet the standard (the standard of the empire is 85%), those little beauties who had been around him before also found their matching sentinels and disappeared completely.If you want to study Colin's flirtatious history, the highest compatibility matching is only 74%. It was the "meeting" with the Blue Rose Wizard School arranged by Sentinel School. The other party's number was deleted from the communicator.

Colin stretched, desperately thinking he could only have the verbal advantage.

He was keenly aware that the female teacher in the bar was not a good match for him, and probably no guide could accept this situation without any grudges.Colin looked at the dusty shirt on his body and smiled self-deprecatingly.

What is that guy Al Ain doing? The search mission sent by the empire is really smooth for him.Oh no, as long as you are with that scary male guide, you should be happy no matter what.

Colin let his thoughts wander, thinking of Alain, thinking of Weiheli, and thinking of other inexplicable things.

The luggage next to him was kicked off, and the other party lost his grip for a moment. He swept away the empty jar left by Colin on the bar with a big hand. It was pulled out abruptly from the long memory.

Colin couldn't help frowning slightly, and looked over.

Before even saying a word, the other party suddenly sat down next to Colin with a natural and familiar expression.

"You're Colin Bruce, aren't you! God, I actually met you here!"

Colin was very surprised.

Sitting next to him was a sentinel who was about his height, no, maybe a little taller than him.The Sentinel has dark brown hair, shaved very short, wearing a black trench coat, and his image is reflected in a pair of gray-green eyes.