Chapter 3 Talent
Interrogation room of the Ninth District Military Headquarters.
The thin man's wrists were shackled with chains and tied firmly to the torture chair.
"Bo Lan," said the dark-haired man in military uniform sitting across from him, his expression slightly mocking and gloating. "You attacked the guide during a fever. Do you admit your guilt?"
Ang has been unhappy with Bo Lan for a long time.
Although he is younger than him, he has already jumped to the position of general and is on par with him.
However, he was also in charge of the most remote District 9.
And he attacked the empire's most precious guide during the fever period.
It is estimated that not only will his military rank be lost, but even his life will be in danger.
Even for the most outstanding sentinels or the purest royal bloodline, harming a guide is the most serious crime.
Bo Lan's eyelashes drooped.
He must have hurt her, and no guide could withstand his horrible negativity.
He has received three rounds of medication, but his mood swings still quickly reached critical point 98%.
So he was forced to wear a bite device. Everyone in the military zone knew that their admiral was about to go berserk and turn into an irrational beast, and even the selection of the next admiral was already on the agenda.
He was not afraid of being destroyed, but he was afraid of inflicting an indelible scar on the little guide whom he had only met once.
Her body was so light when she fainted, falling into his arms like a feather, but it made his heart sink to the bottom.
If his destruction could bring her safety, he would be willing to do so.
"I admit—"
The door was forced open from the outside with a bang.
"This is the highest-level interrogation room in the military. No one is allowed to break in—"
Ange's expression changed and he spoke sternly to the person who walked in.
But when he looked closely, his expression suddenly became gloomy.
This delicate and beautiful person is none other than the guide of their interrogated person, Qianzhi.
The first time Bo Lan saw Qianzhi, he subconsciously felt a lump in his throat and wanted to walk to her side and half-kneel down in front of her devoutly.
His little guide faced the light, with a thin layer of golden light sprinkled around her, making her look like a little angel.
Nothing would make him happier than to see that she was alright.
Ange gave a hidden and deep smile.
He was very curious about how Qianzhi would treat Bo Lan.
According to his experience and the behavior of the guides in District 9, there was a high probability that Bo Lan would be lynched by the guides.
After all, how could all the guides accept the attack of a lowly and lowly sentinel?
Moreover, being punished in public by one's own guide is much more painful and shameful than being punished by the military.
That means he will not receive any medical support from the military, and there is nothing greater than the mental shock of being punished and abandoned by his guide.
"You" Bo Lan's tone was dry, his narrow eyes staring straight at Qianzhi, his chapped lips opening and closing.
What would she do? He looked at the whip and gun lying beside him on the torture table.
Would he be whipped or shot?
"Your presence is unnecessary for such an occasion," the old admiral sitting at the head of the table sighed inwardly, but still stood up humbly and bowed to Qianzhi. "We will use the most severe punishment to punish him for his disrespect to you."
"Disrespectful?" The girl opened her lips, and her cold voice made everyone shudder.
"It's indeed disrespectful." Qianzhi nodded.
Ange's hands tapped the table nervously, and the old admiral in the middle turned slightly pale.
Bo Lan closed his eyes in despair, but he could still smell the scent of the girl, who was walking towards him.
"You didn't tell me, the person involved, that you were dealing with my sentinel privately. That's really disrespectful."
He heard the little guide say.
The whole place fell silent in an instant.
"But, but he attacked you, didn't he?" Angel couldn't believe his ears and spoke intermittently.
"General Bo didn't attack me, he saved me." Qianzhi's expression remained calm, but he took a step forward, half blocking Bo Lan.
She didn't understand why they were treating the sentries so harshly.
When she was a plant, she would have cherished those high-quality host organisms and soil doubly.
These were her beloved treasures.
Moreover, she really liked the smell of Bo Lan, and she was even waiting to wrap her vines around him.
"According to Article 35 of Imperial Law, if a sentry attacks a guide, he will be punished according to the level of injury!" Angel stood up suddenly from his chair.
But the older man beside him slowly retorted: "But according to Article 20 of Imperial Law, the judgment standard must be based on the guide's requirements first."
He stroked his gray beard cheerfully and said, "So you can take your sentinel with you, my lovely guide lady."
"Thank you for your help, Admiral." Qianzhi nodded slightly to the older admiral.
The latter was so surprised that he almost pulled out half of his beard.
This guide actually thanked me for the few words I said!
The chains on Bo Lan were untied. He looked at his little guide who extended his hand to him. The slightly raised corners of his lips and the dimples on his face were so sweet and gentle: "Let's go."
He half-knelt down in a daze and gently touched Qianzhi's tender palm with his hot lips.
The spirit body was released because of his somewhat confused thinking.
The giant brown wolf was circling around Qianzhi enthusiastically, its nose sniffing around her involuntarily.
There was a small pale yellow flower bud mark in the middle of the giant wolf's forehead.
“That’s—” someone exclaimed, “That’s the mark given by the guide!”
"She actually tagged him!"
"Mark?" Qianzhi tilted her head in confusion.
She hadn't had time to get all the information about the guide and the sentinels from Lu Chenzhou before she hurried here to save her poor little chocolate dessert.
"That's right. You and I have established a complete spiritual connection. My spiritual power will only be open to you."
Bo Lan bent down with his tall body and kissed the back of the girl's delicate hand.
"And you will grant me the soothing power of the spirit, so that I won't collapse into a mad beast."
Each Sentinel has glands on the back of its neck that are sensitive to the guide's touch and can also cause the Sentinel to have a fever period.
If the guide injects his own guide element into the sentinel's gland, the marking is completed.
However, most of the Sentinels will not be marked by the Guide, because this means that the Guide has established a spiritual channel with the Sentinel, and the Guide's spiritual power will automatically and continuously purify the Sentinel's negative emotions and mental images.
So Bo Lan thought, how lucky he was to be given an exclusive mark by such a gentle and beautiful person.
The man's handsome face flushed lightly with excitement, and even his wolf ears covered with dark brown hair appeared.
Qianzhi's slender fingers hooked Bo Lan's chin and scratched his jaw, feeling the man's plump throat rolling back and forth on her fingertips.
Bo Lan heard the girl's sweet voice echoing softly in his ears:
"I understand that you belong to me?"
(End of this chapter)
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