i am your guide

It is discovered that the Imperial Resident Information Database of the Dragon Legion is connected to the Imperial General Database, which contains all the general information of the registered residents of the Empire, as long as they are not black households, they can be found.

"One is a local farmer, the two innermost sentries are freelance mercenaries with no criminal record, and the outermost one is more interesting. It is the owner of the third-ranked Holmes Resort on the Lyme Star, named Payne Rem Lang. And that resort is also in the Chamber of Commerce."

Why did the owner of an ordinary resort appear on the second basement of the tavern?

Keweier frowned slightly, he couldn't figure out the joints involved, but he could only be sure of one thing: the holiday resort was also inseparable.

"Boss, what's the plan for tonight?"

Leo asked softly with a hidden smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this point in time, the boss and his guide couldn't come back overnight from Area [-], so they probably had to stay there for one night.However, due to the workaholic nature of Ekvir, he may spy on the enemy overnight.

"Nothing tonight, let me know later."

Kevill raised his head, said this to Leo, and closed the interface resolutely.

Leo, who was sitting upright on the suspension chair of the Hilo, collapsed the moment Keweier disappeared.Leo was short in stature, so it was not a problem for him to nest in the chair. He slightly lowered the brim of his hat, his eyes were full of playfulness.

That Sith guy seems quite innocent, the boss should not start now.

He was enjoying himself, turned around and jumped off the chair, and was about to go to his room to sleep, but suddenly felt a vibration in his wrist, and the wrist screen rang in the next second.

The familiar ringtone made Leo slightly taken aback.He casually drew out the noisy interface, and casually clicked on it.

In the simple dialog box are several pictures sent by Zhuo Ke. The background seems to be on the street of Lime Star. There are small and delicate strap buckles in the middle of the rough palms.

There are many styles: exquisite carving, retro style, natural style with partial rendering, abstract style with strange shapes, and there are dozens of them in total.

He suddenly remembered that his wrist screen had been vibrating at noon.Because after a glance, he realized that the sender was Zhuo Ke, so he subconsciously felt that there was no need to deal with it immediately.And because it kept ringing, it was set to mute, and it was not turned on until the information was reported to Keweier.

"It's for sale here.

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Which do you like?

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are you busy?

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I bought them all.

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Good night. "

There were more than 80 messages, but Leo didn't reply to any of them.That person was talking to himself like this, the last good night message was just sent, and the time showed that only 1 minute had passed.

Leo stood there staring at the screen full of carefully selected photos, his heart was gripped and he couldn't breathe.

With trembling fingertips, he tapped on the keys, and finally sent out two words.

"Good night."

The clumsy sentinel still remembered that the guide liked these unremarkable things, obviously it was just a random word when they first met.

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When Keweier said: Nothing tonight, Sith felt that there must be something else.And when Kevill took him to live in the only single room in a hotel, he finally understood what this "other thing" he had always had in his heart was.

It doesn't seem like a big deal, compared to the task...

His expression was slightly condensed, and his eyes followed the major general who was about to pack the bedding and make the floor as soon as he entered the door, and finally he couldn't bear to speak.

"It's very damp on the ground, it's not good for your health, otherwise you'd better sleep on the bed."

The implication is: You sleep on the bed, I think I can make up for the sofa next to you, after all, you are the main force in the battle.

Sith felt that his dedication was like a model among guides, the kind who could be awarded medals and small rewards!

But it was obvious that Kevill would have misunderstood it.

The major general suddenly laughed, looked at Sith gratefully, and said, "Thank you, I have wronged you."

He neatly arranged the pillows next to Sith's pillows, and carefully divided the position of the bed in half. The two quilts were shrunk and folded, then sat on the outside of the bed and squinted and smiled.

The smile on his face is cute and kind, like a little tiger sitting upright with its fur tail waving, licking its paws from time to time.

Um……?

Keweier really got it wrong.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with everyone being men. With the thought of 'Kevil seems to have a pretty good sleeping position', the guide accepted it.

To be honest, this bed is quite big, so it shouldn't be particularly uncomfortable. It's just like this in an emergency, and don't be picky... Sith thought so, and went to wash.

He used a high-intensity synchronous frequency tonight, and he really wanted to have a good sleep and recover his energy.

Walking into the bathroom, Sith, who washed his face with water, absorbed the warm heat. He squinted his eyes for a while, and suddenly heard a familiar commentary from outside the bathroom.

That kind of impassioned tone, that kind of extremely fast speech speed, that kind of crowd shouting!

He almost rushed out of the door, with his hands on the wall excitedly, looking at the light screen emitting blue light in the distance.

Star Whistle Game!

Kevill, who was sitting solemnly on the bed, was taken aback by Sith's sudden appearance. At that time, Sith's eyes lit up, like a puppy seeing a bone biscuit, wagging his tail happily staring at the light screen.

There was a faint smile on Keweier's face, and he raised his head to look at Sith.

On the light screen was the broadcast of the Star Whistle Game. Two identical girls were dressed in red tight-fitting combat uniforms, outlining their seductive curves just right, and showing the same haughty look on their faces.

That is a combination that a pair of Sith like very much, called Sunset Forest.They are two young twins with a sharp fighting style.The game that is being broadcast is Iron Wall Combination vs. Sunset Forest. Sith doesn't seem to have watched this game much.

Sith sat on the bed and watched the broadcast in front of him, rubbed his fluffy hair casually, and said to Keweier: "Aren't you going?"

"Do you like the star whistle competition?"

Kevill responded to Sith's question with a question. Last time he was in the restaurant, he found that his guide seemed to like this match very much, and he knew both the opponent and the fighting style very well.

"Of course I like it. This is the stage that most sentinels and guides dream of. Standing on the highest podium in front of audiences from all over the empire, life is complete."

He used to think that when he meets the age and can sign up for the star sentry competition, he must take his sentry to participate. Unfortunately, things backfired.

He lost his spirit and lost his sentinel.

Kevill blinked slowly, his slightly curled eyelashes fluttered, casting a large shadow.

"Why did Kevill participate in the Star Whistle Competition? Because he likes it?"

Sith suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was an S-rank sentry in the star-controlling contest. Fortunately, he belonged to the army and could not stay in the arena of the capital star all the time, so that he was able to give other contestants breathing time.Otherwise, if he is really allowed to give full play, then there will be no suspense in the game.

Sith remembered that the champions of the last Star Whistle Competition were Major General Kevill and His Royal Highness Vivienne.This year's semi-finals, Kavier also won the opponent, but because the army had to leave Capital Star immediately due to an urgent mission, the organizing committee had to re-arrange the quasi-champion team and the team that lost to Kavier to rematch, and decide the winner. Champion and runner-up.

The final was on the third day after Sith joined the Dragon Team. Sith, who was busy with training and lost his brain, didn't have time to watch it. Naturally, he didn't immediately learn about the last resort of the organizing committee. He only got to know it later.

Keweier participated in the Star Whistle Competition for glory?Or reputation?

"It's just a task."

The sentinel smiled and passed by casually.

His tone was light and absent-minded.

"As for whether you like it or not... don't mention me for now, why do you like it?"

Cavill started asking again.

"Because there are sentries by my side." Sith smiled, but felt a little lonely.

Two people have the same mind, two people have a common goal, and two people are closely connected by a special bond.They are the people who trust each other the most, and they work hard to do one thing together, no matter the hardships or dangers.

"Then I probably don't like it."

Kevier looked at the two sisters in Sunset Forest and said quietly.

At that time, the major general's expression was not indifferent, but there was a layer of sadness that Sith could not understand.He faintly felt that Kevir, shrouded in a thousand halos, was not as glorious and happy as he had imagined.

I don't like the Star Whistle Game, because I have to do it because it is a must-do task-Sith felt such thoughts in those words.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and only the chatter of battle commentary remained in the room.Sith didn't know what to say, he subconsciously thought that he seemed to have encountered a minefield of Kavier.

"Have you seen me play?"

Kevier asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, Kevil, you are so famous."

Sith's eyes lit up again, and he decided to praise his sentinel full of emotion, genuinely and unpretentiously, because of his inherent admiration, and also because of calming Kervir's mood.

"How do you like it?"

Keweier still had the standard smile, but this time there was an expectation in his tone that no one noticed.

"Of course I like it! Strong and capable, calm and unhurried, the tactics are carefully formulated..."

Sith brought out all the occasional praise words he learned in his Chinese class. He really liked Keweier from the Star Whistle Game.

"Don't praise me, I know my own weight."

The voice was extremely gentle, with a rare sense of pampering. Keweier leaned over and rubbed Sith's head, and his hair became messy to the naked eye.

"True feelings will never be faked! If only I met you when you were not yet developed, I would definitely cling to you and become your best friend. I asked you for a lot of autographs, and now I will take them out Go sell it to your girlfriend fan!"

The more he talked, the more he felt that he was losing money. It was like getting rich in minutes. It was much more reliable than buying an imperial lottery ticket, and there was no risk of breaking the law.

"If possible, I really want to try it." Kevill chuckled lightly, looking down at the whimsical guide.

Sith's eyes lifted up, over Cavill's arm and into dark blue eyes.The heart that was supported by tenderness missed a beat, and the slight heat flowed from the apex of the heart to all the limbs.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Sith silently licked his sharp canine teeth, he looked away, turned over and went to the other side, as if fleeing.

Keweier didn't refute what he said, he took the initiative to go to the bathroom and close the door

Sith suddenly wanted to understand Keweier more deeply, to understand the soul that put aside all auras and lurked behind the prosperity.