Chapter 22 Black Panther
"Brown?" Bo Lan frowned. "How long has she been in there?"
"It's been about half an hour."
"And Guide Brown also said that she would definitely appease the Marshal."
"She can't do it." Qianzhi, who had been quiet beside her, suddenly said softly.
She looked towards the treatment room, pondered for a few seconds, and then walked over quickly.
"Thousand Guides!" The sentries hurriedly followed her and tried to stop her. "According to the regulations, there is still half an hour before the mandatory time for stopping soothing! And Guide Brown also said--"
If you forcibly stop the guide from comforting you, you will be punished by law!
But before they could finish their words, they were frozen in place by a look from Bo Lan beside them.
Let Qianzhi open the door.
The moment the door opened, they were all stunned.
Guide Brown, who had just confidently promised to cure the marshal, raised his fist high with a ferocious expression and hit the sleeping man.
Alice's raised arm was suddenly pulled by a force, and then she was thrown to the side.
He was almost slammed against the wall in a mess.
"Who dares to break into the treatment room and attack the guide!" Alice jumped up and screamed.
She turned around and wanted to curse the person who stopped her, but when she saw who it was, her expression instantly showed a bit of fear.
"Qian, Qianzhi?" Alice's lips trembled. The familiar terrifying vines were wrapped around her wrists.
She can still remember the suffocating pain when her wrists and spirit were tightened.
Alice's face turned pale and she took two steps back.
"It's me." Qianzhi nodded indifferently to Alice, then gestured to Lovia behind him, "Instructor Garcia, could you please take Brown away?"
Alice was half-dragged and half-carried by Lovia, who was much taller than her, but she struggled and refused to walk out of the treatment room.
"What a joke! I'm also an A-level guide. I'm better than her in terms of experience and qualifications. Besides, the treatment time hasn't arrived yet. Why should I go out?" Alice held on to the door frame tightly.
This was her best chance to establish herself in District 9! She couldn't just give up like that!
"Brown," Alice heard the always smiling Lovia speak to her sternly for the first time. "If a Sentinel resists treatment, the guide can use coercive measures. However, Admiral Gwen exhausted his mental energy fighting the Zerg and was forced to shut down for the Sentinels. Your actions will be considered an active attack during treatment."
"If you don't leave, I will punish you according to the Black Tower's Guide Code."
"Also," Lovia keenly sniffed Alice's scent. The scent of Alice's guiding element had gradually faded over the past month. "I need to apply to my superiors to reassess your mental strength."
"I'm an A-rank guide! What kind of evaluation do I need? Besides, a sentinel who can't even be appeased by an S-rank guide, and who's only been here for a month—"
Alice suddenly stopped scratching at the door frame.
The people behind them also fell silent instantly, their eyes widening at the sight before them.
The Marshal's dormant spirit, which several guides have been unable to awaken.
It suddenly appeared the moment Qianzhi touched his arm!
It was a noble and elegant black panther. Although it was in an extremely tired and terrible state, it still half-knelt down, put its cheek against Qianzhi's waist, and rubbed her carefully.
Even the tsundere tail was softly wrapped around Qianzhi's arm and would not let go.
The sentry at the door stared blankly at the coquettish black panther inside in disbelief:
"This is the first time I've seen Marshal Gwen's spirit rub against others."
In the past, the black panther always sat there with an expressionless face and dignity!
"How, how could this be?" Alice murmured in despair. "Obviously, I am the one who can appease Marshal Gwen."
With red eyes and gritted her teeth, she watched the door of the treatment room close before her eyes.
"Awoo." The black panther in front of him narrowed its blue eyes comfortably because of Qianzhi's touch.
Even its sharp claws were hidden in its pink pads, pretending to be a harmless kitten and letting the girl in front of it play with it.
Qianzhi gently scratched the black panther's furry chin.
The arrogant big cat raised its head and let Qianzhi knead it at will.
It was almost unpresentable that he rolled over with his belly facing upwards, exposing his stomach.
"You are much cuter than Marshal Gwen himself." Qianzhi nodded at Black Panther's little head and whispered.
When this man was sober, he was always very cold and rigid, even the azure blue in his eyes seemed to be covered with thousands of layers of ice.
Only when he is asleep will his trembling long eyelashes, light-colored, soft curved lips, and deep, beautiful eyebrows be highlighted, and only then will one notice his beauty and fragility.
Having the title of marshal is equivalent to having an unshirkable responsibility and shackles that command and restrain oneself at all times.
It seemed that only at this moment, when he was covered in bruises, he briefly became an ordinary Ian Gwynne.
"Alright," Qianzhi lowered her head and touched her forehead to the docile black panther, "Can you let my vines enter your mental image?"
The black panther nodded, lay down obediently, and let the thousands of vines wrap around his body.
Ian's mental picture was much simpler than Chizhi had imagined.
A simply decorated office, filled with a huge scale.
The balance tray was tilted up high while the other tray was pressed down heavily.
On the other end, Qianzhi heard the voices of expectation and condemnation from the interstellar people.
"You are the marshal, you are responsible for protecting everyone!"
"Why are the Zerg still rampant? Why can't the Marshal save us?!"
"Gwen, the Zerg's attack frequency has dropped by 20% in the first half of the year, but you still need to work harder."
“Don’t let us down!”
On the neglected, raised end of the scale, there was only a skinny little leopard, lying at the bottom of the tray, shaking its tail dejectedly.
When it saw the girl walk to its side, its chubby little head tilted in confusion and pitiful expression, and then it looked at the heavy end of the scale in confusion.
Because of his identity and status, everyone will choose the other side without hesitation, to flatter him, praise him, or blame him. Who will pay attention to his emotions, his mood, and him as a person?
"You think so little of yourself that you don't even cherish your own life?" Qianzhi said softly.
She squatted down and held the skinny and helpless little leopard in her arms.
Ian's sentinels said that no matter how bad the battlefield was, the marshal would always charge at the front.
He didn't want to disappoint people's expectations and wanted to shoulder all the responsibilities.
Even chose to eliminate himself.
The little leopard's eyes were wide open, and its little paws were softly scratching Qianzhi's shoulders. Its little tongue stretched out eagerly, wanting to lick the corners of Qianzhi's eyes, and at the same time it made soft sounds.
Why does she look so sad? Could it be that she has done something wrong again?
Why is it always so stupid!
(End of this chapter)
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