i am your guide

The man walked slowly approaching, with nothing on his hands, but the murderous aura around him was surprisingly strong.

"Protect her." Keweier frowned, raised his wrist, and hooked two silver blades on his fingertips.

Sith was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the legendary S-rank sentinel fighting like a show.

The side of crushing by force has become Kavier's only show. The two throwing knives that he let go of while running turned into eight in an instant. Like the scythe of death.After Kevill kicked the man away with his kick, the throwing knife that fell into his hand twirled his fingers and flew forward again, drawing a silver arc along the man's neck.

That man is not a vegetarian either, so he can still fight Keweier a few tricks.

In less than 2 minutes, the park's police and security arrived. Seeing that the situation was not good for him, the man got away and fled.

Keweier didn't like fighting, he knew he couldn't catch the man, so he withdrew his hands and rushed back to Sith.

"How?" Sith asked anxiously.

Kevill shook his head regretfully, he knelt down and gently lifted Sith's trousers.

Blood flowed from the ankle cut by the blasted sharp metal piece, and some of it had solidified and stuck to the fair skin. Sith opened his mouth and said nothing for a long time: "It's okay, a small injury."

"It's a minor injury today, but it won't necessarily be the case tomorrow." Kevill replied with a very face-saving answer, which made Sith speechless.

Kevill went to explain the accident to the park. The main shaft of the Ferris wheel, which had been bombed with a small cabin, became more and more unstable under the impact. A large-scale repair is necessary, and tourists who were frightened by the impact should deal with the aftermath.The sudden streamer bombs were likely to be some kind of premeditated attack, and the capital star police had to intervene in this matter; the park proposed to take the injured Sith to the infirmary for bandaging, but Keweier agreed without saying a word.

"Actually, I'm really okay..." Sith's masculinity popped out in a ignorant way.

Kevill selectively ignored those brave words, squatted down without any explanation, and pushed the man onto his back, hooking Sith's legs and directly carrying him back.

"Oh, you..." Sith was shaken, leaned back and almost fell.He had to lie down tightly.

Sith was amazed and excited by the height beyond the normal field of vision. It was the first time he was being carried on his back, and the tip of Kevill's hair was dangling in front of his eyes, and he accidentally rubbed his fingers, causing a burst of itching.Sith's palm was as hot as a branding iron, and he randomly carved small coats of arms on Keweier's body.

The rising heat not only disturbed Sith's mind, but Kevill, who had always been calm, was not immune to it.

But he didn't let go.

Lucy walked beside them, and the little girl talked to Sith: "Brother, do your feet hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's really just a minor injury, but it's a pity that the Ferris wheel can't be used." Sith pressed his elbow on Keweier's back, and he said with a smile, with some regret in his tone.

"There will be another time." Before Lucy said anything, Keweier answered first.

Sith's heart moved, and he asked, "Is there a next time?"

Can I still come to the amusement park with you?

"Yes." Kevil said with a smile.

Sith didn't know if what he said was the same as what Keweier expressed, but he was still very happy if he did so, he moved a few times inadvertently and almost fell back again, which scared him a little.

"Hold me, don't move around." Keweier tightened his arms and ordered.

Come on, if you move again, you will fall.

Sith calmed down like a little beast that had failed to act as a demon. He hugged Keweier's neck with trembling hands, and pressed his face against the sentry's back.

Kevil shook unavoidably, his eyes darkened.

In fact, he doesn't need to hug so tightly, and he doesn't need to stick so close, but Sith wants to do this.

"Speaking of which, that throwing knife just now is so handsome!" Sith's muffled voice came from Keweier's back, and fell directly on his heart. "It's the first time I've seen someone so powerful, can I buy that?"

Kevill hails a garden trolley, stuffs Lucy and the lame Sith into it, and sits next to Sith himself.He took out the previous throwing knife and handed it to Sith, and saw the guide turning it over and over with curiosity.

The narrow, streamlined blade has a hard and dense fingertip shell, and the silver light is very clear under the flashing street light. He put the throwing knife in the palm of his hand, and the temperature of the human body made the metal gradually heat up.

"This is an Alba-style flying knife, a rotary tracking body flying knife, and a superimposed A-level blade. It cannot be bought on the market."

Keweier's introduction was concise and capable. He tilted his head to look at the amazed Sith with a smile on his face.

"Is it custom-made? It's very beautiful." Sith admired it sincerely.

"Yes... it is exclusively for the military." Keweier hesitated for a moment and said.

To be precise, it is exclusively for the Xianlong group, only this one has no semicolon.

Sith returned the throwing knife to Keweier, and said a few other words, his whole mind was on that 'specially for the military'.

Yes, there were rumors before that Kervill seemed to be an intern in the military.

……

The 74th floor of the Imperial Hotel, the Presidential Suite.

Under the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the main road with endless streams. The taillights of the suspension car are densely arranged like fireflies all over the sky in summer night. The high-level rolling light screen plays the fashion jewelry advertisement of the season, and then it turns into a power video of the new sports car in vain.

In the suite, a sentry is wrapped in a bathrobe and sits lazily on a single chair. A medium-sized easel is placed in front of him, and a half-drawn sketch paper is nailed to the simple drawing board. The head portrait with perfect light and dark perspective ratio has been completed. More than half of it.

The sentinel rested his left hand on his chin, his eyes half-opened and half-closed as if he was about to fall asleep, and the hand holding half a 4B pencil was drawing some lines vaguely, as if he had lost interest in the painting in front of him.

The sound of running water in the bathroom next door gradually stopped, and the rustling sound came through the frosted glass.

The sentinel opened his eyes as if he had received a combat order, and inadvertently glanced at the door that was opened after a long time.

Stepping out of the bathroom threshold step by step in hotel slippers, the guide's bathrobe was tightly wrapped and even buttoned securely and carefully. He took a towel and wiped the dripping hair casually, and threw the blindfold on his left eye. On one side, three hideous scars were exposed.

"Jane Yi, you've been washing long enough."

Bria twirled the pencil around her fingertips, leaned back in the chair and looked at Jane Yi.

"Did you finish the painting?" Jane Yi asked back.

"I don't want to draw anymore, it's boring." Brea showed a helpless expression, and suddenly the tip of the pen turned around and made a big cross on the large sketch, and the tip of the pen was broken with too much force, and it was stretched far away.

"Fortunately, you have a new toy, Brea." Jane Yi pinched Bria's hair with her fingers, and the smile on her face was unclear.

"But I think he deviated from the original track." Brea pursed her lips, closed her eyes and let Jane Yi play a demon on her head.

"You care?" Jane Yi's hand paused, and her fingers wrinkled by the hot water intentionally or unintentionally rubbed near the sentinel's Adam's apple.

"How is it possible?" Brea grabbed Jane Yi's hand and put it on her lips for a kiss, her eyes closed leisurely.

He has no interest in this guide, or in other words, there are only three things that can attract his attention in this world: Huahua, Janey, and Kevil.

"I just think it's meaningless even if we find him, after all the perpetrators are dead." Brea murmured.

"But after all, there is someone who will succeed, right?" Jane Yi looked at the bustling and quiet city outside the window, with a smile on her lips.

"I sometimes think, if GS07 hadn't escaped...he would have learned all the assassination techniques and become the heir of a noble family in the capital star, who happened to be the best match for Kavier, and then everyone would cooperate with each other...the Jones family didn't Already." Jian Yi squinted her eyes, imagining that scene with enjoyment.

When Kevill, who discovers the truth, discovers that his so-called best match is actually just a game specially designed for him, what expression will the proud Sentinel show?

pain?Shock?despair?The proud son of heaven who was crushed into dust must have been very shocked when the world collapsed.

"Unfortunately, he escaped." Jian Yi shook her head regretfully, sat on the edge of the bed and let her body sink into the soft quilt, the tent blocked the light source and sight, her closed eyes covered the darkness, and the eternal night rolled back .

Brea put the broken pencil on the table, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and said softly, "So?"

"So..." Jane Yi let out a breath, rubbing her sharp canine teeth repeatedly on her lower lip.He raised a hand to cover his face, his unclear voice was crushed by a fierce kiss before he could complete the words.

Brea didn't hear Jane Yi's next words, and he didn't need to hear what the guide said that they all had a common answer.

The button of the bathrobe was unbuttoned, and Jane Yi squinted her eyes and turned her head to accept the sentry's kiss. He seemed a little tired, and vaguely heard Brea's raving: "So, we have to take away something valuable."

……

After Sith bandaged his wounds in the amusement park, Kevier failed to send him back. The sentry left after receiving a communication, as if he had something important to do.After returning to the dormitory, Sith flipped through the campus notification board, and was quickly attracted by a call: Imperial College's all-year whistle is coming, and the registration period has opened.

Whole-year sentinel competition?

Sith turned over and sat up to look at the registration requirements, and found that this Grand Prix was different from the previous ones. The whole grades formed teams at will, and the winners and losers depended on their abilities, and the rewards were extremely generous.

This... Sith narrowed his eyes, becoming more interested.

He has already dominated Xiao Xiangsai at the same level, and it's really boring to continue fighting. If you cross the grade, you can meet more opponents, and maybe more interesting things will happen.

"This is not bad, why don't you ask Keweier..."

Sith, who was muttering to himself, suddenly froze after blurting out the name. He silently swallowed the second half of the sentence, feeling a faint movement in his heart.

Subconsciously thought of Keweier, subconsciously wanted to ask Keweier if he wanted to participate, and subconsciously...wanted to form a team with him.

What's wrong with me?

Sith tapped his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Kavier's partner should be His Royal Highness Vivienne..." Sith turned off his wrist screen in frustration, his thoughts froze.

"Ding Ding!" The door of the dormitory opened suddenly, and Sith didn't even look at it, but with the faint mental fluctuations, he detected that the man was Gawain.

Gao Wen hurried in, holding Sith's bandaged ankle, looked left and right, and asked with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's not that serious, why both of them are so nervous." Sith laughed.

Gawain and he were always injured in the underground gangster fights, and they were all seriously injured. Normally, when Gao Wen helped him tie the bandages, he would greet him in that old father's tone.Both had been so healthy and alive lately that Sith had almost forgotten that this was his older half-brother.

He couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene where Kevill insisted on carrying him away without saying a word, and sent him home. He really didn't understand these sentries, how could such a small injury be so serious.

"One or two?" Gao Wen tilted his head in doubt.

"Kavier, he's even more exaggerated than you." Sith smiled to himself, unaware of the inquiry and complexity in Gawain's eyes.

"Why did it break down suddenly? Isn't your luck too bad?"

Gao Wen couldn't understand it. When he was doing the strategy, the safety factor of the Ferris wheel was the highest. How could there be an accident?

Sith knew it well. After listening to his words, he knew that the park did not reveal the whole story. It claimed that it was just a malfunction of the amusement facilities. He is also not clear about the party involved.

Offensive streamer bombs are not within the scope of commercial use, and military products that cannot be bought and sold cannot be easily obtained by civilians. That is to say, someone is very targeted and deliberately appeared at that time and place, aiming at them.

Could it be that Keweier has messed with someone?

"Sigh, I didn't send out my necklace either." Gao Wen was frowning, feeling extremely depressed.

Sith gave a questioning look.

"I originally planned to confess my love on the Ferris wheel before giving the necklace, but unfortunately it is broken. How long will it take until the next auspicious day..."

I don't know how many times Gao Wen's confession plan was interrupted, he was about to vomit blood, but every time it was an accident that could not be refuted, he could only swallow his teeth.

"If you want me to say that choosing the day is worse than hitting the day, you can get it today. According to your calculation, it will take a few years?" Sith smacked his lips, and he was worried for Gawain.

"Confessions must be serious." Gao Wen spoke eloquently.

Imperial Hospital private ward.

The roses in front of the window were full of dew and gave off a fragrance, and the logo of the Imperial Hospital was printed on the white sheets.As soon as Keweier entered, he saw Vivian lying on the bed reading a book.

Seemingly hearing footsteps coming towards the night, Vivienne subconsciously raised her head, showing a gentle smile on her face when she saw Keweier.

Her complexion was rosy, and she didn't look like she was sick.

Just now, Keweier urgently received the news that Vivienne was injured, and the side of the palace hinted that Keweier came to visit the sick.The sentinel didn't want to come, the kitten on his side also hurt his paw and needed someone to accompany him.But he was pressed very hard, so he had something to say.

"Are you okay?" Keweier greeted politely.

"It still hurts, but it's much better." Vivienne smiled sweetly, picked up the orange next to her, and began to peel it.

"Actually, I accidentally sprained my ankle while walking. I have to be hospitalized. I'm not that fragile." She paved the way.

"Hmm..." Vivienne screamed in a low voice, narrowing her eyes to dodge.

Kevill sighed, reached out to take the ill-fated orange from Vivienne's hand, and then peeled it.

Are all little princesses so clumsy?

Vivian, who had achieved her goal, wiped her skirt with a paper towel, carefully took the fruit peeled by Keweier, put a piece into her mouth, and the sweet taste melted on the tip of her tongue.

"The whole grade whistle competition is about to start, do you still plan to participate this year?" Vivian asked tentatively, biting the flesh.

"join."

"Then, if that person is chosen, I..." Vivienne was overjoyed, and she quickly took over the words.In previous years, she and Keweier formed a team, basically she signed up instead of Keweier, and Keweier never said anything.

But this time, things have changed.

"I have already thought about the candidate." Keweier said.

Vivienne was helpless and silent, her fingertips intertwined slightly.

"You're hurt," Kervell said.

"It's really not serious." Vivienne was speechless and stuttered.

"Kevill, is your candidate...the guide of the fourth grade?"

Vivian's fingertips felt cold, and the anxiety in her heart became more and more intense.

"In the second grade. The school told me to pay attention to the candidates and balance the competition." Keweier's impeccably polite smile made Vivian feel distressed, and she heard another meaning in Keweier's words.

Kevel made it clear that because of the school's entrustment, even if Vivienne can play without a sprained foot, for the purpose of balancing the difficulty of the game, it is impossible for Keville to form a team with Vivienne.

"It's... Sith Kevok?" Vivian grabbed the edge of the quilt without any trace, and looked at Keweier.

The fiery heart suddenly fell into the cold water in the next moment. Keweier didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.But Vivienne clearly saw it clearly, and there was a moment of eager tenderness in the eyes of the sentinel who had always been isolated by a solid shell.

That was the gentleness that Vivian had never seen before, the truth that was not superficial.

How much do you care about it, so that you can express such strong emotions just by hearing that person's name?

Vivienne didn't remember what she talked to Keweier later, she only knew that the night that sank into the thick ink turned into a turbulent undercurrent in the deep sea, the ancient bells rang in the early morning, and the birds in the night swooped under the neon lights arc out.

Keweier was about to push the door out when he suddenly heard Vivienne's words behind him.

"Does Kevill like him?"

Vivian's eyes in the single ward were like rippling water waves. Her expression seemed calm, but she asked questions like walking on thin ice.

Kevill's hair was pale by the light by the door, and he stood there for a long time without replying immediately.

He was thinking, is it like what Vivienne said.

"Do you care about him because he can heal you?"

Have you ever considered that your feelings for him are just a result of your desire to survive.

Vivienne's two words were like a stone sinking into the sea, Keweier rubbed his knuckles, his tight lips did not relax.

After a long silence, Kevill smiled and said, "Your Highness rarely cares about my relationship issues, does he?"

This can be regarded as a kind of soft resistance, and Vivienne's face turned pale.

But it was rare that Kevill did not refuse to discuss this topic. He should explain everything clearly to cut off unnecessary entanglements.

"All sentient beings are always proud of a high degree of compatibility, and they think it is a proof that heaven and earth are made. If we can have a high degree of compatibility, does it mean that we are destined to attract each other?" With a faint smile, he squinted his eyes and looked at the bright lights hovering in the distance, his tone relaxed.

I admit that my motives were not pure when I approached him at first, but I was always sober, and I was thinking about him.

My feelings may be illusory, but my thoughts are real.

Whether it's true liking or desire to survive, Keweier can clearly feel his miss for Sith.I want to know what he is doing at the moment; I want to know whether he is happy now; I want to take him to the most beautiful place I know; I want to bless him for a lifetime of worry-free.

He has been lonely for too long, and has been excluded from the world and his own heart countless times. The lock called "dependence" confines all the attractive things in the world, and walks through the world with a short life.

He was a little tired and wanted to find a haven.

A haven that will never be destroyed.

A place in my heart that had been hidden for a long time was stabbed in and out by a sharp blade, dripping with blood.Vivian could only look at Keweier, unable to take a step closer.

"Vivian, I don't care about the reason."

If he is destined to be my only one, if I am destined to fall in love with him, I don't care what motives or reasons.