Chapter 8 On-the-job Training
Emperor Star-Central District.
In the top-floor office of the solemn white building, the black-haired man's fingers holding the pen moved slightly.
The screen of the small communication device in front of him was playing a live broadcast from District 9.
His eyes fell on the face of the girl who was broadcasting live, and he didn't move away for a long time.
"Ian—"
The office door suddenly opened, and Sylvie Gwen called the man's name, walked in from outside, and sat in the chair opposite Ian.
Ian quickly turned off the screen and looked at Savior with indifferent blue eyes.
Xiweier seemed to have long been accustomed to his indifference and seriousness, and shrugged with a smile:
"My dear Marshal, what were you looking at?"
Ian Gwynne remained expressionless, choosing to ignore Sylvie's question.
"You should have knocked, Admiral Gwen."
His voice was low, and even though his expression was cold, one could still feel his majesty.
"Of course I knocked, Marshal Gwen."
Sylvie stretched out her voice, her long legs folded gracefully, and she lazily raised an eyebrow at Ian, "It's just that you didn't hear it. What on earth made you so focused?"
He glanced at Ian's communicator with a half-smile, but the screen was off.
Ian frowned imperceptibly, and the pen slid across the document with some force, making a tearing sound.
"That's not important. I saw your application, and the military has rejected it. Admiral Gwen, you should remember your current position and not always act according to your own likes and dislikes."
"It's just a change of district, what's the big deal."
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You've set your sights on the guide from District 9," Ian rubbed his brow, his tone softening. "She's only C-rank, which doesn't compare to your S-rank. In District 1, there are many A-rank guides who can better comfort you mentally."
"I'm not interested in other guides, you know that, brother." Sylvie stopped being so nonchalant, and stared at Ian's azure eyes with his lake blue eyes.
To him, the guide's spiritual comfort was like a painful punishment.
He had no interest in the guides who cast admiring glances at him, so their teasing during the soothing became even more tormenting.
In particular, all sentries, regardless of their rank, were required to submit to the guides during the spiritual comfort period.
There were also some guides who, because they could not gain his favor, actually tried to brainwash him during spiritual comfort.
He hated the guide, but had to rely on it.
Until he saw Qianzhi.
The girl's eyes were so pure that almost all her thoughts were imprinted in them.
As clear as the soft leaves of her spiritual body.
And her respect for her sentinels comes from her pure heart.
So, the first time he saw her, he wanted to get her.
Perhaps his mental image, which had been tortured to an increasingly crazy state, wanted a quiet place to rest.
Or maybe he wanted to pull this innocent girl out of her innocent world and indulge her in the sea of distortion with him.
"When your mental picture is about to collapse, you may not think so." Ian closed his eyes slightly, and his expression returned to indifference.
He certainly understood his brother's hidden paranoia and madness.
He just wished Seville could live longer.
And he didn't want any of the guides to mark him.
The older the Sentinel, the more mental shock he will suffer. The same applies to the Guide. The longer and more intense the purification, the more mental pollution the Guide will suffer.
The guides' collapse is incurable, and only loss of sanity and death await them.
The marked sentinels, whose spiritual images cannot accept the comfort of other guides, will eventually be destroyed due to frenzy.
For Ian, the guide was no different from medication; he even preferred the medication.
"Don't do anything that will do more harm than good, Sylvie."
After the young man left, the man sitting in the armchair sighed softly.
His fingers paused, then he couldn't help but turn on the display again.
However, there was no longer the sweet face of the girl on it, only a dark area indicating that the broadcast was about to end.
After the live broadcast, Lian Hua took Qianzhi to visit the interior of the black tower.
"The public rest areas are on the second, third, and fourth floors. Fitness, convalescent care, psychological counseling, etc. are on the right side of the corridor." Qianzhi followed the direction of Lian Hua's finger and looked along the wide, bright, and sparsely populated corridor. It felt like she would never reach the end even if she walked for more than ten minutes.
"There are eighteen elevators in total, used exclusively by the guides," Lian Hua guided Qianzhi onto the elevator. "From here, you'll reach the guide level. Meals will be delivered to your exclusive restaurant, but you can also choose to share meals with other guides."
"We conduct guide training every two weeks and offer monthly guided tours. Our work schedule is based on your physiological schedule. New guides will likely need to treat one or two sentries a day, and after that, they'll be given two days of rest."
Qianzhi nodded her little head lightly as Lian Hua explained.
The guide benefits here are a bit too good.
At the end of the world, she lived a hard life every day. Not only did she have to compete with plants and animals for food, but she also had to worry about enemies appearing at any time.
Here, you don’t have to worry about food and clothing, the work intensity is very low, and you won’t have to worry about the comfortable environment being exposed to wind and rain.
She could already feel her vines sprawled out in happiness.
"This is your room." As the elevator opened, Qianzhi was once again shocked by the layout.
Starting from the elevator, carefully designed green plants cover the entire corridor. The living room has a sunshade and humidity regulator specially designed for plant guides, as well as various bushes and flowers arranged for Qianzhi, so that her spiritual body can climb on them.
Of course, there are also various soft pink and lilac furniture that girls will like, as well as various furry stuffed animals.
Qianzhi also saw a brown wolf toy, placed very abruptly and conspicuously among the toys.
"Lunch will be delivered to the dining room for you soon. You can rest for a while. In the afternoon, we in the entire Black Tower will hold an induction ceremony for you."
After Lian Hua left, Qianzhi couldn't wait to transform all her arms into vines and soak herself in plant-specific water.
From now on, she will have delicious human food to eat every day, and all kinds of animals and plants will be automatically fed to her mouth.
She is simply the happiest plant in the world! )~
After Qianzhi had eaten and drunk her fill, Lian Huayin took Qianzhi to the conference room on the third floor.
The white-haired woman standing at the door saw Qianzhi coming and waved to her enthusiastically. Even the spirit beside the woman - a chubby Samoyed, was wagging its tail at her frantically.
"Hello, Qianzhi, I'm Lovia Garcia, and I'll be your instructor in the future!" The moment Qianzhi approached, Lovia quickly pounced over and hugged the girl tightly.
She sniffed Qianzhi's hair and said, "It smells so good, it's the fragrance of flower buds and leaves!"
Qianzhi was almost suffocated by the enthusiastic embrace of Luo Weiya.
She is really just like Summer, passionate about everyone.
Only such a guide can balance the increasingly complex relationships between guides.
"Okay, Garcia." A low and indifferent male voice sounded from beside them.
A pair of strong hands gently held Qianzhi's thin shoulders, freeing her from Luo Weiya's overly enthusiastic embrace.
(End of this chapter)
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