A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

Standing in front of the dormitory, Wood hesitated. For the first time in his life, he was so nervous.Thinking of Ludwig's cold and gorgeous face, tall and straight figure, and his sonorous tone of voice when he refused to speak, Wood once again felt that all the courage he mustered was pulled out of his body by the huge needle, and found When there was not much left.

He never felt that only Sentinels and Guides were soul mates.Unfortunately, this point of view is not acceptable to most.

He thought he was a guide in life, and he was cut off from love all his life, but he didn't expect to meet the person he really longed for and longed for.

At first, Wood didn't think he would have such a pink vision for Ludwig.

He was Ludwig whom he had met in a guided parade some time ago.That day, as the leader of the guides of the Phoenix Military Academy, Wood was reorganizing the team under the Conway Bridge after a round of parade. He saw a tall, silver-haired young man with a half-palm-sized parrot standing on his shoulder. He was impatient. Leaning against the wall to light a cigarette.

That kind of beauty, which is so dazzling that it can inspire people and souls, made Wood walk over in a strange way.

Ludwig's personality is completely different from his high-profile and powerful appearance, and he can even be called easy-going. (?!) At least with Wood.

After getting to know him, Wood realized that Ludwig was more attractive than himself, not his appearance.Strong, calm, tenacious, invincible.It's hard to imagine putting these words on a guide, but he did it all, fulfilling all Wood's fantasies about a guide.

After that, the two of them became close friends. Because Wood was the president of the "Resistance Federation", he was always besieged by some sentinels.And Ludwig covered Wood, and kicked the provocative sentry countless times.

Wood is willing to meet all Ludwig's requirements, only in exchange for a position beside him.

Suddenly, before Wood was ready, the door in front of him slammed open.

Ludwig's dead fish face appeared in front of him: "Come in and say."

After not seeing each other for a month, Wood blushed and looked at Ludwig's face greedily.

Although it was only a month later, Ludwig's brows and eyes have faded slightly, his shoulders have become wider, and his light-colored hair has not softened his sharp and oppressive aura at all, but has become more aggressive and flamboyant, as if he is already a tough man appearance.

Ludwig pressed his brows, and turned off the optical brain casually: "I asked the person you found last time. No need."

Wood was taken aback: "Why?"

Ludwig raised his head and looked down at Wood: "Because I have already found it."

Wood's eyes flickered. His father had the title of Viscount and was in charge of the Silver Rose Sentinel Bureau. All sentinels who had just grown up would register with the Bureau and give the empire their own pheromone. .

And Ludwig gave him a bottle of sentinel pheromone a year ago, and asked his father to find the owner of this pheromone.

Wood asked who this person was, and Ludwig only answered that he was a friend.But Wood didn't believe it anyway, but friends could ask him once a week.

The sentinel pheromone was given to my father very early, but there was no news of a matching sentinel.

Until Wood ran into the dragon-type companion beast of the third prince Homan at school.

That's right... Ludwig's pheromone bottle is Hohmann's.

But out of selfishness, Wood didn't tell him.

But today, Ludwig's eyes told Wood that he was actually very clear.

"I didn't mean it!" Wood was never a weak guide like Dandy, but Ludwig glanced at him, and his lips trembled, "I, I just..."

Ludwig's limited patience ran out, and he scratched his hair expressionlessly: "I see." After speaking, he walked over and opened the door, signaling Wood to leave.

Wood rushed up, reaching out to grab Ludwig's clothes.

Ludwig turned sideways slightly, stretched out his foot and kicked Wood out: "If you are quiet, you can still be friends, so you can do it for yourself."

Wood's eyes were flushed, he suppressed tears, and cried out in pain: "I like you! Ludwig!" The voice was so loud that it circled three feet and hovered on the roof of the dormitory building.

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The terrible death rate of this wasteland reclamation quickly spread to the school, and three people survived in total, not to mention one of them is still alive and dead, which is comparable to the big prince Keane's great escape.

However, land reclamation has been signed for life and death. The talents cultivated by the Phoenix Military Academy were originally sent to the border battlefields. Most sentinels have dreams of joining the army. They think that the empire is proud of throwing their heads and blood. consider.

In addition, the news of "suspected rebels" was blocked by the higher authorities, but it did not cause too much trouble.

The campus gradually calmed down, and Homan, who lived in the hospital, was still in dire straits.

After lying down for several days, Homan knew the name of the facial paralysis doctor——Carmi.Although he has a poisonous mouth and a serious expression, he has a mental body that is in sharp contrast to his own image - a big-eared fox.

That day, after Homan looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle in a daze, he withdrew his consciousness from the air, and when he looked up, he saw a little guy with big ears and big eyes lying on his quilt and looking at him innocently.

The white big-eared fox was as light as nothing, gently rubbing its head against his uninjured knee, calling softly and coquettishly.

Homan couldn't help but reached out and touched its ears, his fingers were instantly bathed in a cloying softness.

There was a loud sound of walking outside the door, and soon the door was knocked open. Dr. Jiami walked in with big strides, reached out and picked up the big-eared fox like a rabbit, and was about to go out.

The big-eared fox howled, obviously not wanting to leave.

Just when Homan wanted to stop him, he found a blush on the ruthless Dr. Carmi's face.

Homan:  …

very good.Shy Doctor Carmi.

Carmi coughed twice as if to cover up her embarrassment: "A nurse will come to change the dressing at 5 o'clock. You'd better rest now."

Homan supported his body, showing a rare weakness: "Don't go."

Carmi, who was always in a hurry, came and went without a trace, paused, and stood at the door in embarrassment.

Homan put on a pitiful look, patted the chair next to him, and suppressed the smile on his mouth, for fear of revealing that Carmi was angry.In the past few days, his only fun is to tease Dr. Tsundere.

Doctor Tsundere's heart really softened, he moved to the chair stupidly, his stiff posture showed that he was not used to comforting others.He is obviously a guide, and he is also an angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded, so he is not soft at all!

Homan himself felt that Ludwig was an outlier among guides, and the appearance of Carmi made him question whether there was something wrong with his definition of guides.

For some reason, Homan felt that when facing Carmi, it was always easy to overlook that he was a guide.There is no desire for sex, although they have known each other for a short time, they are like a bad friend who can open up a chatterbox.

"Doctor. I fell in love with a guide. Before we got along day and night, he also expressed some affection for me..."

Carmi's face was flushed, and she said angrily, "I didn't express my affection for you!"

Homan: "...I mean the guide who was discharged from the hospital before."

According to Homan's visual estimation, Dr. Carmi's face is now warm enough to boil an egg.

In order to prevent Dr. Carmi from leaving the scene in shame, Homan hurriedly continued: "You are also a guide, tell me. If you are interested in a sentry, will you not come to see him for a month when he is seriously injured and hospitalized? "

These words were not all to tease the little doctor Carmi, but most of them were Homan's true feelings.

He didn't know what Ludwig was thinking, maybe he was being sentimental, but after living and dying together on White Musk for so long, even if there was no love, there was friendship to some extent, but Ludwig's behavior was not what he said. .....

This made Homan even question the memory he had finally sorted out. Could it be that these were all his dreams?

As soon as he returned to Silver Rose, there was no sign of "I know you" at all, which made the always conceited Homan a little sad.

It's a pity that Dr. Carmi didn't understand Homan's hurt heart at all. He said righteously: "I don't have a sentinel I like, and I won't have one."

Homan: "...I mean if. If."

Carmi: "No if."

As expected, he was trying to communicate with Carmi about his emotional problems because of his brain cramps.

Homan: "My body. Except for the trauma of going to White Musk this time, how about other aspects..."

Returning to professional issues, Carmi turned his head: "You said your progeria?"

Homan felt a chill in his heart, and the only bit of luck disappeared.Even doctors in regular hospitals have said so, so naturally it cannot be a misdiagnosis.

Carmi's expression was a bit strange: "It's progeria, but I'm not sure..."

Homan: "What's wrong?"

Carmi: "Your body development curve is very strange."

"Normal sentinel pheromones increase in branch lines, and reach the peak during the adult connective period; sentinels with progeria, pheromones decrease, although there are fluctuations, but not too large, and then the spiritual body will disappear. And yours Pheromone..." Carmi hesitated to speak, "You can see for yourself."

As he spoke, Carmi poked open the medical optical brain next to Homan's bed, which recorded his medical records and body information.

The curve of the Homan pheromone is extremely bumpy. The high point is a steep mountain, and the low point reaches the submarine basin. It fluctuates up and down, and the overall trend cannot be seen.

Homan observed carefully and found that when Keane came to the conclusion of progeria, his pheromones did drop sharply.

Carmi: "The curve is not the point, the point is that you stopped the drug during this period."

He walked over and tapped two dots.

Detailed information is listed on the interface.

Carmi turned her head: "Pheromone Lebi, look. This is not a person's pheromone at all. It's tiny, but..."

Homan: "This, this, this is... Isn't this the guide's pheromone arrangement?"

Carmi said heavily: "That's right. So your pheromone is not so much premature aging as disorderly."

When it came to declaring "not terminally ill", this Homan imagined countless times, but found that he couldn't get any joy from it.

Because the amount of corrected information is too large: "What the hell am I intersex?"