Chapter 53: with translation of chapter title

If she wanted to choose, he would be the best choice.

「Finally, via the military department, White Tower, and Fu Guang's own opinion. 」

「The result of this ruling is as follows: the Xiguang Sentinel will, within the next year, fully obey the orders of Guide Fu Guang, temporarily acting as her guardian Sentinel. 」

「Compensate Guide Fu Guang with five thousand federal points. 」

Zhong He rose to his feet and, looking down, proclaimed, "Xiguang, do you have any objections?"

The silver-haired, gold-eyed Sentinel still stood there; he lowered his gaze and said, "No objections."

Recalling the promise Fu Guang had asked of him, he fully accepted this ruling.

In fact, the military department still cares about the rare light-system Sentinels; the punishment, regardless of severity, was a one-year suspension of the executive position—one radish, one hole—losing the post, which won't be easily regained.

For him, this also counts as a rare setback.

Chan Yi's gaze wandered over the two Sentinels present, saying, "Since it's over, the Xiguang Sentinel has no objections—come with me directly."

"Little Sun has been waiting for you a long time." Chan Yi said, a playful smile appearing on her face.

This Sentinel got a bargain—once the news that Little Sun can suppress the bloodthirsty vine spreads, many Sentinels will want to beg on their knees to have Little Sun as their guardian Sentinel.

However, for the sake of the bigger picture, this information will not be leaked, lest it affect the front lines.

Xiguang's abilities are of great use to Little Sun; as long as Little Sun doesn't suffer a loss, that's fine.

「Zhong He, are you going to the front lines later? 」

Zhong He looked at the woman in purple and said, "I don't know what advice Guide Chan Yi has."

"It's not advice, just pass my regards to Yu Ran and tell her whether she'll come to Yummengze in a few days." She looked at Zhong He, smiled, rose and left, then floated to the wide doorway.

Yu Ran, the Ninth Seat Guide of White Tower.

Guides inside White Tower naturally have means of contact; why have Zhong He relay it? Chan Yi waved her hand, and the two huge doors opened with a humming sound.

Zhong He's spiritual power fluctuations were well concealed, but Chan Yi is the guide most skilled at observing such fluctuations.

The Sentinel's spiritual power is very peaceful; at a glance it's clear it has undergone deep purification by a guide.

She knows the spiritual power fluctuations of every guide in White Tower, and moreover, Yu Ran had previously invited Zhong He to join a mission together.

Chan Yi raised her eyebrows, thinking, feelings can actually reignite from ashes—shouldn't we say the Sentinel is deceitful?

That little brat Yu Ran knows nothing but fighting all day; how could she possibly have feelings for her ex?

However, being obsessed with male beauty doesn't make a good guide; playing around a bit is enough, and it lets her change scenery—she can't spend all day at the front lines staring at alien species, or her aesthetics will warp.

S-rank Sentinel central area.

Ting Zhu sat sprawled on the sofa, the black aura on his face completely dispelled under the rough treatment of an S-rank guide; he looked to be recovering well.

He sat inside the sofa, which didn't suit him, making the man appear especially robust.

Opposite him sat a little girl clutching a teacup, her face tense.

The girl had black hair and black eyes; one could see she was doing her best to regulate her nervousness, yet she still couldn't ease the unintentional pressure emanating from the S-rank Sentinel.

She glanced at the frail girl in the rocking chair nearby, feeling she bore a sacred mission and could not flee.

Fu Guang curled up in the rocking chair; the chair, entwined with beautiful flowers, swayed slightly. Warm golden sunlight bathed her, a white fluffy blanket covered her, and a paperback book rested on her face.

Her voice came through the book, muffled: "Ting Zhu, are you free? Come here to scare the little girl?"

Ting Zhu gave a humored chuckle, his voice thick: "I went to war for a year, and when I returned, even my house was gone."

"You've taken my house; I have nowhere to go, so you must take me in," he said quite reasonably, "and moreover, this villa has been the residence of the chief Sentinel since the Alliance Academy was built."

"If I don't come here, where should I go? Or do you want to challenge me and take this chief Sentinel title?" Ting Zhu raised his sword-brows, his gaze blazing as he looked at Fu Guang, regardless of whether she was a guide or B-rank, "I'm happy to oblige."

He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, a beast-like aura spilling forth.

Fu Guang was speechless; she lifted the book from her face, "Why make excuses? If you want to fight, find someone else. The Academy has already given me this house; if you disagree, go demand it from the Academy."

She turned from lying flat onto her side, lifting her eyelids to gaze at the tall man. Her blond hair, following her movement, hung down over the rocking chair, swaying in the air, coated with a layer of brilliant golden sunlight, like molten gold flowing from the sun, radiant.

"Also, restrain your aura; I'm still seriously injured and unhealed—unless you want to end up before a military tribunal like Xiguang."

Of course, it's also possible to be beaten up by a gang of S-rank guides.

Fu Guang thought but did not say it aloud; she noticed Wen Li's shoulders trembling uncontrollably and bluntly said to Ting Zhu,

Leaning against a big tree to cool off, all three S-rank guides are present; today not throwing one's weight around would be a shame.

Wen Li is only D-rank, unable to withstand even A-rank, let alone S-rank pressure.

Although Ting Zhu's aura leaks a bit uncontrollably due to his severe injuries, it still imposes great pressure on Wen Li.

Fu Guang, however, thanks to her own strength, feels none of that pressure.

"Little Wen Li, go rest upstairs." Fu Guang said to the girl whose complexion wasn't good.

The black-haired, black-eyed little girl shook her head; her youthful face made her thoughts obvious.

The girl was on high alert toward the Sentinel before her, fearing that if she weren't there, the Sentinel would harm her benefactor, who is now gravely injured.

As long as she is present, she can do her utmost to stop it.

Ting Zhu could see at a glance what the young girl was thinking; he indifferently ignored her thoughts, for if he truly wanted to do something, her presence or absence would make no difference to the outcome.

The weak have no decision-making power nor ability to change the situation, so naturally there's no need to care what she thinks.

Fu Guang looked at Ting Zhu; since Wen Li didn't want to go upstairs, she also didn't want to argue with the Sentinel, so Ting Zhu should leave.

"Sentinel, guests should still observe guest etiquette; you ought to leave." Fu Guang rose from the rocking chair, her bare feet stepping onto the fluffy slippers, her blue eyes fixed on Ting Zhu as she issued the eviction order.

He shouldn't have been let in; I was half-asleep.

Ting Zhu leaned against the sofa, noticing that Fu Guang had been speaking fairly calmly, and in an instant her attitude changed.

He scanned up and down the White Tower guide trembling under his gaze—was it because of this little girl?

Should we say the White Tower guides are all alike in protecting their shortcomings?

"But I have nowhere to live." Ting Zhu did not want to become the first to lose the residence that belongs to the chief Sentinel.

This isn't just about a house.

"How about you just treat it as buy-one-get-one-free?" Ting Zhu suggested, looking at the girl's fine eyebrows furrow.

He said, "Having a Chief Sentinel for the Chief's residence sounds good."

"How about it?"

Ting Zhu had a good impression of Fu Guang; she was quick-witted, her ability was decent as a Guide, a rare find.

As long as a Guide's ability is passable, and they don't become a timid soft-legged shrimp when facing alien species, being able to run and jump is acceptable.

Most importantly, being quick-witted allows them to exert 120% of their effect in a team.

Moreover, Fu Guang is the most likely to break through to become an SS-rank Guide; the most important creation of an SS-rank Guide is a well-known secret.

And Fu Guang happened to have created a new species; even if it was a coincidence, her ideas and level of quick-wittedness are not worth affirming.

In any case, under certain circumstances, she is not a Guide who would hold back; after some contact, his ability, he has confidence.

If she wants to choose a Sentinel, he is her best choice.