Chapter 8: S-rank Guide, Yujin

S-rank Guide, Yujin

The girl's blue eyes were as vast as the sea; her eyes told him, just as her words did, that she truly thought so.

Qingfeng opened his mouth, but his throat could not make a sound.

He was struck dumb; no matter what situation he faced, even when facing SS-rank alien species with a smiling command, the S-rank Guide lost his words for the first time.

Words were too feeble, the girl too sincere; besides apologizing, he didn't know what to do, wanting to compensate but not knowing what to promise.

If Fu Guang knew Qingfeng still intended to compensate something, she would surely not be polite; her resources are scarce now, and even a little something leaking from an S-rank Guide's fingers could let her recover strength faster.

This world is so dangerous; with insufficient strength, she feels anxious.

Who knows where a careless death might occur; that would just waste her new life.

But she doesn't know.

"Qingfeng Sir, do I have to walk the rest of the way myself?" Fu Guang turned her head, her blond hair fluttering, half-covering her face, leaving only her shimmering brows and eyes.

"Keep going forward, and you'll reach the Management Office."

All the way onward, Qingfeng fell silent.

Fu Guang felt Qingfeng was extraordinarily kind; S-rank Guides are frequent visitors on the battlefield, and even those accustomed to life and death still care about the fate of little people in these times.

Why feel guilty?

The compromises of her weakness were merely a stage in her growth; she wouldn't always be at others' mercy, she shook her head and continued forward.

At the end of the street stood several tall statues, six women and two men, the remaining S-rank Guides.

Qingfeng's statue is among them.

"S-rank Guides use statues as a medium, releasing mental power to maintain the barrier's stability." A splendid female voice rang out, long boots stepping on the ground with a click-clack.

A gorgeous red-haired mature woman walked toward them, her sharply raised brows and eyes extremely sharp, the depths of her brown eyes like a flickering golden flame, faintly jumping.

She appeared beside Fu Guang in a long dress of intensely red hue.

She is also one of the statues, Yujin, S-rank Guide, spiritual form of the fire phoenix.

Yujin noticed Fu Guang's gaze had just fallen on two empty pedestals, where the statues were already gone.

"The moment a Guide dies, the statues here will shatter, leaving no trace." Her voice carried a hint of ethereality.

Death, all too ordinary.

She gazed at the dome; when she first entered the White Tower, there were still twenty-four statues here, and she had personally witnessed their shattering.

Perhaps because she felt sorry for this child, or perhaps because the child's answer largely matched her wishes, Yujin had a bit more patience to answer her doubts.

The barrier is linked by the Guides' mental power; information in public areas can be obtained by S-rank Guides, also to protect the junior Guides.

She stepped forward two paces, condensed a flame into a rose with a gold edge, and inserted it into Fu Guang's recently tied hair.

Blond hair and the red rose complemented each other; Yujin stepped back two paces, looked satisfied, narrowed her eyes, nodded, and said, "What an extraordinarily beautiful child."

"I just heard your words; having such spirit and pride proves you will never be someone who waits for fate to descend."

"I'm delighted to see you so splendid."

She thought, if this child still had a chance to advance, she would definitely become the next S-rank Guide.

Those blue eyes held so much; the fervent, unextinguishable flame gave her eternal upward drive.

Yujin took Fu Guang's hand and walked into the Management Office; Qingfeng's steps halted, he turned and left.

The palm, calloused and dry yet strong, gently held her hand.

Yujin led her to the lobby's human service desk, saying, "Xiao Xiao, trouble finding what Fu Guang needs."

The woman, head down, operating the six light screens back and forth, stopped; hearing the voice, without lifting her head she immediately replied, "Lady Yujin, Room A on the second floor, everything is there."

That was the person who notified her, a woman in her twenties, undifferentiated, a true ordinary person.

It seems Qingfeng's words were not false.

Yun Xiao, noticing from the corner of her eye that Fu Guang had gone up to the second floor, instantly wailed, "Wuu wuu wuu, I feel like I'm about to become an executioner from ancient times."

Many girls nearby, who had just been silent, gathered around and comforted her, saying, "It's really the military pressing step by step; the White Tower can't do anything."

"I see Fu Guang is so pretty; those Sentinels..." a woman sighed as she spoke, and the others were also filled with low pressure.

"Annoying Sentinels." Someone muttered lowly.

The ratio of A- and B-rank Guides to Sentinels is 1:2000, S-rank Guides to Sentinels is 1:500, and nowadays no one dares to calculate the overall Guide-to-Sentinel ratio.

The higher the rank, the fewer the Guides, but the number of Sentinels, aside from S-rank, is not obviously changed.

Nowadays, as Guides become ever scarcer, the Sentinels seem threatened, becoming more irritable than before.

"Ah."

Downstairs, dark clouds gathered thickly; upstairs Fu Guang blinked, dazed, turned her head and asked Yujin, "Are all these mine?"

Perhaps the White Tower, to compensate her, besides the two S-rank items she requested, actually filled an entire room with things.

"Do you all in the White Tower buy hearts like this?" Fu Guang felt a bit dazed; the items were valuable, and some looked like they were carefully prepared.

"Hmm, you could also say that; so, Fu Guang, have you been bought off?"

"I only let myself be bought off." Fu Guang joked; however, she saw the White Tower's sincerity, a good partner for cooperation.

Those girls downstairs still thought they hid it well; guilt almost overwhelmed them, just short of hugging her and saying sorry.

It seems the White Tower's protection of them is not lacking at all; they are still a bunch of lovable kids.

"Well, well, it seems the White Tower still needs to keep striving." Yujin patted her shoulder, "Although boasting ahead of time isn't great, the seniors will strive."

"At most six months, we won't go to Alliance University."

"Flowers charge with sunlight; if you dislike something, you can smash whoever, and still watch a lovely fireworks display."

"Sentinels are thick-skinned and tough; they'll be fine after lying down for two days; if you kill one by smashing, it's just because he's weak, I'll put it on my tab."

Fu Guang felt Yujin had the illusion of raising a child; if the Guides inside the White Tower were raised this way, then their behavior also finds a reason.

As if fearing she would be bullied once outside.

Bai Ta and Fu Guang thought differently; she thought she had just escaped the dragon's pool only to fall into the tiger's den, she had prepared to match wits and courage, but in the end it exceeded expectations, the return rate was very high.

Next time there's such a good thing, still call her; she isn't afraid of danger—what is danger? High risk, high income—as long as the reward is sufficient, everything is easy to discuss.

She originally intended to say this to Yu Jin, but seeing the demeanor of the two S-rank guides she had contacted today, she guessed they would be startled, so she abandoned the idea.

"Next we'll go check your bodies; don't worry, it's just a routine checkup."

Fu Guang accepted it well; the S-rank guide regarded her as a child. Qing Feng is said to be the youngest S-rank guide, and is over a hundred years older than she is now, so she temporarily enjoyed the treatment children receive.

As for the past life, the past life is like smoke; reincarnation means a new birth—what's the point of dwelling on it?

Adding more trouble?