Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

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 nearby, suddenly said softly.

She looked in the direction of the treatment room, hesitated for a few seconds, and then walked over quickly.

"Thousands of guides!" The sentries hurriedly followed her and tried to stop her. "According to the regulations, there is still half an hour to enforce the time requirement of stopping soothing! And Guide Brown also said--"

If you forcibly stop the guide's comforting, you will be punished by law!
But before they could finish their words, a look from Bo Lan beside them froze them in place.

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 an embarrassing manner.

"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 tried to stop her, but when she saw who it was, her expression instantly showed a bit of fear.

"Thousand, thousands of branches?" 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, and 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 was unwilling 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 in such a stern voice for the first time, "If the Sentinel resists during treatment, the guide can use coercive measures, but Admiral Gwen was forced to shut down because he exhausted his mental energy fighting the Zerg 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 guide rules stipulated in the Black Tower."

"Also," Lovia sniffed Alice's scent keenly. The scent of Alice's guide element had gradually faded since the beginning of a month. "I need to apply to my superiors to re-evaluate your mental strength."

"I'm an A-class guide! What kind of evaluation do I need? Besides, a sentinel who can't even be appeased by an S-class guide is just a half-baked guy who has only been here for a month—"

Alice suddenly stopped scratching the door frame.

The people behind them also fell silent instantly, their eyes widened at the sight before them.

The Marshal's sleeping spirit that several guides have been unable to awaken.

It suddenly appeared the moment Qianzhi touched his arm!
It was a dignified 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 at the coquettish black panther inside with 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 it be." Alice murmured in despair, "Obviously, I am the one who can appease Marshal Gwen."

With red eyes and biting her back teeth, she watched the door of the treatment room close in front of her.

"Awooo." The black panther in front of him narrowed its blue eyes in comfort 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 just not very presentable, with the belly facing upwards and rolling around with the stomach exposed.

"You are much cuter than Marshal Gwen himself." Qianzhi tapped Black Panther's little head and whispered.

When this man was sober, he was always very cold and stern, and 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 lips, and deep, beautiful eyebrows be revealed, 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.

"Okay," Qianzhi lowered her head and touched her forehead to the docile black panther, "Can you let my vines enter your mental picture?"

The black panther nodded, and lay down obediently, allowing the thousands of vines to 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 scale had one tray tilted high while the other pressed down heavily.

On the other end, all Qianzhi heard were 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!”

And at 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 walking to its end, its round 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 in the front.

He doesn't want to disappoint people's expectations and wants 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, while it made soft sounds.

Why does she look so sad? Did she do something wrong again?

Why is it always so stupid!

(End of this chapter)