The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

"Da da da--"

The cool moonlight spread over the spacious and clean marble main road of the inner island. Under the dark blue sky, the only sound was the steady footsteps of thick, hard-soled military boots.

The tall stone statues on both sides of the main road silently lowered their eyes and watched the group of four people walking past them.

A short-haired man with a stern face and a sturdy build, a woman wearing a dark sari with a straight back who seems to exude an invisible aura, and a middle-aged uncle and a young girl, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, hanging behind them.

Quan Zhengyu squinted at the girl, feeling displeased no matter how he looked at her. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth as he said, "Why did you follow me?"

"I also need my sister's help. What does it have to do with you?" The girl frowned and whispered, "My sister didn't say that I couldn't come with her. What's your business?"

Quan Zhengyu's eyes widened, his lips twitched as he said, "You little girl whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, what's wrong with me disciplining you?"

"I'm telling you, we're going to do something big. If you come along and ruin my plans, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

The girl turned her face away in disdain and muttered in her native language, "They are all uncles, how can they be so different from our teacher? It's so annoying."

"Ah! What are you talking about? Don't say anything I don't understand."

"Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard is chanting sutras."

......

The cold air before dawn carried the sound of the two people's quarrel into the ears of the short-haired man in front and Ai Wanxin without missing a word.

"What's your name, and which mercenary organization are you from?" The man looked straight ahead, ignoring the chattering noise behind him, and asked in a deep voice.

Ai Wanxin had put on her sari again, revealing only a pair of clear eyes. She did not answer but asked, "How much do you know about the mercenaries in our world?"

"Mercenaries are nothing but a group of greedy and profit-driven desperadoes. What difference does it make where they are from?" The man frowned and said impatiently.

"Have you seen him before?" Ai Wanxin looked at him curiously.

The man glanced at her strangely: "Why are you asking this?"

"You said that mercenaries are greedy and profit-driven. It seems that you have a deep prejudice against this profession. It feels like you have been hurt before—"

"What nonsense." The man interrupted her with a frown, "Mercenaries gather for profit, their organization is loose, and they fight on their own. They are completely vulnerable when encountering regular troops. There is no need for our sector-level fleet—"

He stopped suddenly and the sound stopped abruptly. He almost bit his tongue because he stopped so quickly.

The man's resolute lips were pursed into a thin straight line, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I am asking you a question."

"Why are you so nervous?" Ai Wanxin chuckled, "Major General, you lead a star-level fleet, but you are always so tense. It doesn't look like a good thing."

The man stood there in a daze, as if he had been struck by a bolt of thunder. A voice with a completely different tone but exactly the same meaning rang out from the depths of his memory.

"Jon, relax a little. Don't be so nervous."

"You have been trained in the Knights Templar for many years and are capable enough to lead a sector fleet on your own."

"It's not a good thing for the commander to be tense even in non-wartime."

"I believe in you and my own judgment. Will you let me down?"