Chapter 109

Although the spiritual entity is born from the spiritual power of the sentinel and the guide, it is connected to the master's mind.

However, different spiritual entities can have different personalities, and in extreme cases, the spiritual entity and its owner's personality can even become polarized.

Ilya wasn't sure what kind of person the new guide was, but the guide's spirit suddenly approached the Arctic wolf, causing his mental barrier to weaken slightly.

This is very rare among trained guides, unless they are extremely unprofessional.

But Jiang Wenxing's score was too high. A guide who could get near-perfect marks in practical theory couldn't possibly be unable to manage the spiritual body.

Ilya's gaze gradually turned cold. In the past few years, he had seen too many guides who would do anything to get back to the city, using border service as a gilded resume, and as soon as the three months were up, they would try every means to leave.

It seems this guide regretted his decision as soon as he arrived.

Ilya looked at Jiang Wenxing silently, saying nothing. Jiang Wenxing wanted to explain, but [the guide couldn't command his own spiritual entity].

He might be able to say this to others, but Jiang Wenxing couldn't explain it to his former captain. Ilya wouldn't allow a guide with an abnormal mental state to stay at the border.

But he had a reason to stay in Kush, a reason he couldn't tell Ilya.

Ilya put down his luggage, seemingly disgusted by the dust on his clothes, and casually patted it off. Then, arms crossed, he gave an arrogant sneer, not even bothering to look at Jiang Wenxing, and coldly said, "Want to go back, huh? Get off the bus and go find Director Liu to give you a report. We don't keep cowards in Kush." ​​With that, he took a long stride and tried to get off the bus.

Jiang Wenxing was taken aback. In his haste, he reached out to grab Ilya's arm, but Ilya, as a top-tier Sentinel, reacted very quickly and dodged to the side.

Jiang Wenxing couldn't think of a way to explain it. The old captain had a bad impression of him on their first meeting, which made Jiang Wenxing, who was eager to do something practical and make a contribution in Kush, anxious.

In his past life, he was severely injured while protecting this land, losing his spiritual body and almost unable to work as a guide. He lay on his deathbed, but he knew that he had never blamed Kush or Ilya.

That's what he should do; he's a qualified guide!

He also received a letter from Ilya, which he kept under his pillow and would take out to read whenever he was tired or sad.

Ilya's handwriting was neat and precise. He told Jiang Wenxing to take good care of his injuries. They had dried some delicious milk grapes, dried wild egrets, and fragrant spicy sausages for Jiang Wenxing in Kush. He said that the country had built a new outpost in Kush, and the sentries had all been assigned houses. They had built a house with a vegetable garden for Jiang Wenxing. He also said that all the sentries at the outpost were looking forward to their guide returning home.

How could he let me leave?

Jiang Wenxing felt wronged and anxious, and his voice unconsciously became a little louder, but to Ilya, it sounded like he was feeling guilty.

"Captain, what do you mean?!"

Captain? You dare call me captain?

Ilya didn't respond. Instead, he gave Jiang Wenxing a strange look, with a hint of mockery, as if surprised by his shamelessness.

Jiang Wenxing said, "I'm going to stay in Kush!"

Ilya found him both troublesome and hypocritical, and his gaze turned cold. His expression calm, he said slowly and deliberately, "Then let me tell you—you want me to write a 'problem report' to send you back for further training? Impossible."

"Either you get off the bus and go find Director Liu yourself, or I'll personally take you to Kazena. It'll be faster, and you can catch the last bus back to the city tonight."

As the sentry captain, Ilya was on the same level as Director Liu, who was acting political commissar. If he wanted to send Jiang Wenxing back, Director Liu would not object at all; he would only think that Jiang Wenxing was unqualified.

Jiang Wenxing choked up, feeling both angry and anxious. He really couldn't contact the spirit entity, and he didn't know why the spirit entity that feared carnivorous animals would be close to the captain's Arctic wolf.

When Jiang Wenxing gets anxious, his eyes turn red, and when they do, he can't help but shed tears.

He turned his back and wiped his face hard with his hands, gritting his teeth and saying that he would never cry, but in the end he couldn't hold back and a drop or two fell.

His crying put Ilya in an awkward position. He was usually much stricter with the sentries than this, and he had never seen anyone shed a tear. Ilya scratched his head awkwardly, and in a fit of anger, kicked the Arctic wolf, signaling it to go find Director Liu.

Ilya had temporarily blocked his synesthesia, and he didn't want to be affected, but his spiritual body couldn't block anything.

When the Arctic wolf saw that its master was finally looking at it, it was so excited that it lay on all fours and howled anxiously at its master. Its personality was similar to its master's, but its spirit retained an animalistic side, and it expressed its emotions very directly.

Ilya naturally removed the shield, intending to use the mental link to command the Arctic Wolf to stand up.

As soon as the shield was removed, an extremely pleasurable feeling was transmitted through empathy, and Ilya's legs went weak, almost causing him to lose his balance.

Kush has long lacked a guide for treatment, and his mental mania suppresses the nature of his spiritual body. Although it does not affect his combat ability, it makes the Arctic wolves restless.

Ilya and the Arctic wolf were used to not having a guide, but at this moment, Ilya could feel that all the pores on his Arctic wolf's body were open, and its originally gray fur seemed to have been soaked in water, turning a faint white color. Its pair of erect wolf ears kept turning around.

It lowered its head and whimpered. Ilya instantly understood what it wanted to do. He glared at the guide, who was wiping away tears with his back to him, and threatened in a low voice, "You fucking dare!"

The Arctic wolf displayed a human-like expression of frustration, its mouth open, ears drooping, glanced in the direction of the guide, rested its head against Ilya's waist, and nudged Ilya.

Ilya grabbed the spirit's ear and gritted his teeth slightly: "Don't... move."

The gray wolf ignored him, rolled over, curled up its limbs, revealing a small mouse hidden under its belly, with only a section of its pale pink fleshy tail showing. It didn't touch or move, its wolf face telling a story of unwavering strength.

The Arctic wolf tilted its head and looked at its master. Through the mental link, Ilya accurately received the Arctic wolf's thoughts. It wanted to hold the guide's little mouse in its mouth, hide the little mouse under its paws, and even lick its fur, from its head to its belly to the tip of its tail, slurping and slurping.

At this moment, seemingly sensing the change in the outside world, the little mouse raised its head from the thick fur of the wolf's belly and looked at Ilya.

The little mouse's black bean eyes glistened with tears. It squeaked twice at Ilya and licked its paws. Ilya frowned and glared at it. The little mouse froze for a moment, as if it had suffered a major blow, and tears streamed down its black bean eyes.

Ilya: ...fuck

The Arctic wolf gently bit Ilya's hand: Awooo Awooo

The little mouse huddled up in a ball, squeaked twice, looked at its owner as if it wanted to go over, but then slowly lowered its head and chose to continue burying its belly, its pale pink fleshy tail drooping sadly.

Giant wolf howls: [prprprpr]

Ilya: [...You dare!]

The Arctic wolf howled twice in grief and indignation, but obediently remained motionless, lying flat in a stiff posture, like a statue that had lost its soul.

Ilya was filled with doubt.

Because the spirit's behavior didn't seem to be the kind of thing that would provoke his mental barrier, cause him to riot, and then use the excuse of being accidentally injured.

The guide's mental strength is hard-won, requiring not only intensive mental training but also medical supplementation.

In any case, a guide who doesn't intend to stay in Kush has absolutely no need for its spirit to treat the sentinel's mental mania.

It is very easy for spiritual entities to establish relationships, but once a stable connection is established, the procedures for applying to return to the city are so complicated that they can take more than a year.

So, this guide... really intends to stay.

Ilya remembered hearing Director Liu say that there is a natural attraction between sentries, but people have very different upbringing, personalities and behaviors, so it is difficult for strangers to build trust with each other.

But the spiritual body is different; it comes from the spiritual sea deep within consciousness, it is the heart of the original mind, the true self.

Their feelings are the most real and direct. Between the sentinels who are mutually attracted, the owner may still be awkwardly shaking hands and unaware of the difference, but their spirits have already fallen in love at first sight and are licking each other's fur...

Ilya quickly realized what was happening. The tall, sturdy Kush man looked embarrassed, a slight blush rising on his face. He looked at the guide, who was trembling with anger, and was unusually at a loss for what to do.

However, as the captain, his personality destined him to be a timid person.

He said solemnly, "Comrade Jiang Wenxing, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now, I apologize."

Jiang Wenxing was crying his heart out when he heard this and turned around abruptly, his eyes red and swollen. He didn't understand why Ilya had suddenly apologized. He looked at the Arctic Wolf, who grinned at him and smiled.

Jiang Wenxing also saw the spiritual entity huddled on the Arctic wolf's belly and roughly understood that Ilya had probably activated his synesthesia and knew he meant no harm. He sniffed, his voice muffled, but still stood at attention and gave a standard military salute.

Then, uncertain and a little worried, she asked, "So, you're not letting me leave?"

Ilya hummed in agreement, a faint smile on his face. He no longer looked at Jiang Wenxing with that cold gaze, but instead extended his hand very solemnly and said seriously, "I misunderstood you, Comrade Jiang."

Jiang Wenxing is a very strong person by nature. He is not afraid of hardship or fatigue. However, in his previous life, he was too obsessed with being number one and used the Kush sentries as tools for his competitiveness. He didn't take them seriously at all.

But when the battle broke out, none of that mattered. The Kush sentries and civilians were all so brave, protecting him, protecting Kush, guarding the border, and not afraid of bloodshed or sacrifice.

They were all excellent, and Jiang Wenxing admired them, especially the old captain Ilya. That's why he was so upset when Ilya misunderstood him.

Jiang Wenxing wasn't angry with Ilya. He quickly wiped away his tears, his face resolute as he grasped Ilya's hand tightly and shook it up and down: "Captain."

Two pure-hearted young people took the first step in establishing a friendship.

But the Arctic wolf lying on the floor didn't think that way. It secretly glanced at its owner and guide, then quietly lowered its head, moving closer to the little mouse while glancing at its owner out of the corner of its eye. Seeing that its owner hadn't noticed, the Arctic wolf stuck out its tongue and secretly licked the little mouse's head.

"ah……"

As he shook hands with the captain, Jiang Wenxing, who hadn't experienced synesthesia in a long time, felt as if his soul had been licked by something warm. His scalp tingled, his legs went weak, and he stumbled forward.

Ilya instinctively reached out and caught him. Not only Jiang Wenxing, but Ilya was also stunned.

"Wolf!"

The Arctic wolf lay stiffly down, closed its eyes, and pretended to be dead.

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