Faithful Dog Guidebook [Quick Transmigration]

"Sentinel A1321."

A deep and neutral female voice sounded in front of him, and the boy standing in the waiting room raised his head.

His appearance is heroic, with the coolness and fortitude of a soldier in his brows, although he is a little immature, he has the breath of a beast.

"arrive."

"Come in." The woman checked the light screen in her hand, raised her eyes to look at him after hearing the sound, then turned sideways and let out the door.

The White Tower was once a prison specially set up by the empire to imprison guides. After the two countries ceased fighting and established diplomatic relations to fight against the Zerg, the binding between sentinels and guides was regarded as a means to enhance human combat power, and it was transformed into a sentinel here. The place where the binding ceremony with the guide is performed.

A1321 temporarily received the order to be matched with a guide. He didn't have the habit of asking questions, but came here according to the notice given to him by the military department.

It was already evening, the sky outside the window was dark, the woman led him through the long and narrow corridor, the sharp sound of high heels trampling on the porcelain white floor tiles echoed in the air.

"Sentinel A1321, your guide is already waiting in the room. What you need to know in advance is that you are not allowed to leave the room before the binding is completed. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a violation of discipline and severely punished. Do you understand? "

"Yes, I understand."

The woman led him to a door. There was only a small slit on the door, like a surveillance window. Now the iron plate of the window is closed, completely blocking the situation inside, and there is a guard standing at the door.

The sound insulation effect here is a bit good. A1321 passed through so many doors, and with his enhanced hearing, he couldn't hear any noise, only the sound of water pipes flowing in the mezzanine.

The atmosphere is a bit depressing, making one unable to forget the fact that this was once a prison.

A1321 pursed his lips, feeling a little sweaty in his chest.

"Your guide has just awakened, and may be a little sensitive or extreme, but you and him are highly compatible, so don't worry too much."

The woman pushed the corners of her eyes that were worn on the bridge of her nose, and glanced at him without leaving a trace.

"The guide's gland is the same as yours. It's on the back of the neck. Bite there, inject pheromone, and calm him. I think you've all learned it in the sentinel manual. You don't need me to teach you how to do it?"

A1321 nodded, he has fluffy silver hair, which smoothes his overly sharp and deep features, making him look a little softer.

"very good."

The woman raised her hand and signaled the guard on the side to open the door.

The old-fashioned door was pulled open with a creak, and the light in the corridor seeped into the dark room.

"He's yours."

A strong cold fragrance wafted out from the room, like some kind of ripe flower, the first waft rang out at the moment of blooming, it was fragrant and shy, it smelled so dizzy.

A1321 raised his head, the hallway at the door blocked his sight, his amber eyes sparkled with curiosity.

He took a step forward and walked slowly into the door.

Crunch!

The door closed against his heels.

A1321 squinted his eyes, his pupils dilated, and quickly adapted to the ensuing darkness.

This is not a big room, smaller than a standard hotel room. There is a big bed in the middle that almost takes up the entire space. There is a floor-to-ceiling window one foot away from the bed. Outside the window, the dark sky is still there. It had an indigo base, and above it hung a slender, pretty moon, with a few twinkling stars.

A1321 walked a little further, and the pleasant aroma rushed into his nostrils more and more. He couldn't help closing his eyes, took a breath, and slightly relaxed his tense nerves.

Although he hasn't met anyone yet, he can already faintly feel the joy and enjoyment in his mind, like the affirmation brought by some kind of instinct.

This is the breath of his guide, his destined other half.

"roll."

A weak and hoarse voice sounded from the corner. Although it was soft, it was impossible to ignore the obvious anger and shame in the tone.

A1321 opened his eyes, and his gaze fell to the corner beside the bed.

A thin black figure hides there, huddling itself into a ball, as if trying to hide its sense of existence.

There was a silver light in the darkness, and A1321 frowned, seeing the shackles locked on the guide's hands, and the other end of the shackles was connected to the bedpost, which was already his limit distance.

A1321 didn't have much contact with the guides, but he also knew that their physical fitness was not comparable to that of the sentinels. It seemed a little too rough to treat a guide who was in the "menarche" like this.

At least untie each other first.

He obviously forgot the woman's warning to him at the door, and he was about to walk over.

"I advise you to stop there." Like a beast that is still sullen because its territory has been invaded, the person in the corner spoke in Imperial, and every word he uttered seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

A1321 noticed the other party's trembling body due to excessive excitement, hesitated for a moment, and stopped three steps away.

It was only then that he noticed that the other party's face behind his arm was not very clear - a piece of red cloth was covered over the guide's eyes, blocking most of his face.

Even so, he could still see the half-opened and half-closed lips, the straight eyebrows, the white skin exposed outside the red cloth, and the collarbone looming on the neckline.

The guide, restrained by the silver chain, curled up on the edge of the bed, but his awkward posture changed because of the soft appearance, like a rose wet on a rainy day, the petals ravaged by water droplets are not dim but rather It becomes more and more beautiful, with a delicate fragrance, which makes people want to cut off the branches and hold them in their arms.

The fragrance in the air became more and more intense, like a rose with thorns on a rainy night, stubborn and cold, if you don't pay attention, you will be stabbed by thorns in the dark.

"What's your name?"

A1321 suddenly had a strong interest in understanding the other party, but he realized that he knew nothing about the other party, the person who was about to become his important partner.

"..." In the silence, only the slightly rapid breathing of the young guide could be heard.

Obviously, the other party did not answer what he meant.

Faced with such an obvious rejection, A1321 was surprised and then relieved.

After all, it is your duty to appease the other party.

He starts releasing his pheromones.

The pheromone belonging to the sentinel was as hot as a burning flame, and it was wrapped around the cold fragrance almost instantly, and the atmosphere began to change and heat up.

"Don't be scared, are you feeling my pheromones? We're a good fit."

"so what?"

But the other party seemed to be even more disgusted, showing a repulsive expression.

"Humph."

There was a sneer from the other party in the darkness.

"Do you know what binding means, Sentinel."

The person in the corner paused for a few seconds, as if he was struggling to speak because of the pheromones in the air.

"Will you trust a stranger and open your body and mind to him unconditionally? What's the difference between doing this and rape?"

A1321 frowned.

He couldn't understand why the guide assigned by the military department would be so resistant to the matter of binding, didn't everyone already know it?

Whether it is a sentinel or a guide, in the final analysis, they are humanoid weapons that obey the orders of the country. They are soldiers, and the first rule of soldiers is to obey.

"So, you want to disobey the military order? Both of us will be punished."

The guide sneered, and there seemed to be some inexplicable hatred hidden in the laughter, "I don't care."

"..." The boy seemed to be full of resistance to him. Facing such a scene, A1321 couldn't convince himself to approach him.

He stepped back to the door and knocked.

"Hey, is anyone else here?"

No one responded.

A1321 directly pressed the red emergency call bell.

This time someone answered him.

"Hello, how can I help you."

"This is Sentinel A1321. My guide disagrees with me marking him. I want to apply to interrupt the binding ceremony."

The person on the other side of the loudspeaker was silent for a while.

"Understood, please wait a moment."

Communications were cut off.

A1321 turns around.

"Now that you're satisfied, they'll let you out."

Being the guide at the head of the bed seemed to relax a little bit.

A1321 looked at his handcuffed hands and eyes covered by the red cloth, and suddenly made a sound.

"Why did they do this to you, or did they do this to all guides?"

"I..." The guide was about to explain, when the sound of air flow suddenly came from all around.

There was an unfamiliar aroma in the air, and the guide who realized what this aroma was was froze.

"This...is..." The silver-haired sentinel took a few steps back, and his sense of smell was enhanced most obviously.

The gas sprayed down from the ceiling, and he accidentally inhaled a few breaths, and suddenly felt hot from his throat to his brain, and even his eyes were red.

"Pheromone trigger." The guide curled up on the bed whispered, "She won't let me go out... I was careless."

The trigger was so fierce that the sentry soon had no extra energy to think about who the "she" the guide was referring to.

"Cough cough cough...Damn it." The air became cloudy, and the cold fragrance that smelled good in itself was so strong that it was pungent. The young sentinel paced a few steps in the room, an uncontrollable agitation rose in his heart, and he clenched his hands. He clenched his fist and punched the door.

"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Hey!"

The sentry cursed under his breath a curse in Imperial, then raised his leg, toward the door.

"Hey!"

Under his astonishing strength, the specially made synthetic steel plate was dented outwards.

A1321 turned sideways, bumped his shoulder against the door, and there was a muffled sound.

……

"uh-huh……"

At the same time, the guide at the head of the bed let out a small, unbearable moan.

A1321 stopped moving, turned his head, and his chest couldn't help heaving.

"Are you ok?"

"Your pheromone..." The guide raised his arms, as if to bury his flushed face, and the silver shackles made a crisp clang in the air, "Too much..."

A1321 was stunned, and began to try to restrain his pheromones, but this was doomed to be futile. Instead, he stopped strenuous exercise, so that he could feel the changes coming from his body more clearly.

The heat spread along the limbs, and the whole room seemed to be placed on a steamer, making the scalp numb.

In the silence, only the two people's heavier breathing could be heard.

……

"You really..." The sentinel took a step towards the head of the bed hesitantly, "Aren't you going to be my guide?"

"Trust me, I will protect you with my life on the battlefield..." He slowly squatted down, with his knees on the ground, grasping the edge of the bed with one hand, leaning forward, and moved to the side of the guide.

The guide leaned against the head of the bed, with his forehead pressed against the bed-sheet, a small part of his neck reflected light slightly in the dark, the red cloth covering his eyes was slightly wet with fine sweat, his expression was hard to see clearly in the dim light.

The sentinel stared at him with those amber eyes, raised his hand and caressed his slightly hot cheek with a feeling of cherishing.

As they got closer, the breath from the sentinel became hotter and hotter, like that eternally burning star, the heat almost burned people, as if a hug would melt people.

"And you'll point me in the right direction...we'll be the best team."

One cold and one hot, the temperature of the two gradually assimilated, and the breath blended together.

The sentry leaned over and approached the guide's neck. He gently pushed aside the collar of the other party, as if pushing away the heavy petals covering the stamens exuding a cold fragrance, and rubbed the still hot fingertips with callouses. The door leading to the mysterious Garden of Eden is slightly cool.

The guide's Adam's apple twitched.

Realizing that no amount of words would be a waste of effort, when he spoke again, his voice was much lower, as indifferent as ice.

"You won't understand."

Under the red cloth, a pair of lake-blue eyes are treacherous like stars, only the central pupil is bottomless.

Countless blue tongue-shaped petals bloom silently in the darkness, like the manjusawa on the road to hell exuding a deadly and dangerous aura.

……

……

The transition from a dimly lit room to a glarely lit interrogation room seemed like a split second.

Someone took off the hood on the face of the "prisoner" sitting on the interrogation chair, and his black hair slanted down, revealing a pretty androgynous face.

The "prisoner" opened his eyes, and the stimulated pupil suddenly shrank into a small dot, making the iris lighter and lighter, as if it were inorganic.

"Guide A0137, you were prosecuted for launching a mental attack on a Class A sentry who was serving in the United Army. Do you have anything to say in defense?" the person on the other side of the glass asked formally.

"He tried to invade me." The voice was still the same, but because of the pheromone inhibitor, it was a little less hoarse and a little more cold.

"You are a guide, and it is every guide's bounden duty to combine with the sentry."

"I am an individual, and it is human instinct to maintain my dignity."

"Then don't other guides have dignity?" The speaker's tone was a little excited.

The man sitting on the interrogation chair in shackles paused, as if realizing that the person sitting in front of him seemed to be a guide as well. He raised his eyebrows, which was quite pleasing to the eye on that face.

"No offense, convincing myself to fall in love with a stranger who raped me as soon as I met it is also very difficult. In a way, you have done something that I can't do."

"You..." The guide seemed a little sullen because of his provocative tone, but he forcibly endured, "Every sentinel and guide who entered the White Tower to register for binding has signed an informed consent before performing the binding ceremony Shu, the situation you just mentioned is not true, and because the sentinel brain area you attacked was damaged, we had to perform nerve bypass surgery on him. Although he has basically recovered now, he has suffered from memory loss due to the stimulation, etc. Considering the sequelae, we will increase your punishment."

"...It seems that you are not going to give me a chance to defend myself?"

"The Guidance Protection Association is trying to coordinate with the people in the White Tower. If you insist that you accidentally injured the sentry because you were emotional, and apologize to him in person, there may be room for mediation."

Apologize?

A0137 lowered his eyes because of this sentence, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Otherwise?" After a while, he said slowly.

"Don't be stubborn!" The guide who came to persuade him patted the table, "You don't know that this is a serious violation of discipline, and you will be sent to serve in the Goddess Star! Captain Zhou Yu, you are the best in the Union Military University Graduate, do you really want to ruin your future like this?"

Goddess Star, an alliance star, is an energy mining area with harsh climate and perennial blizzards.

"Sounds good." The black-haired boy said lightly, and the mole at the corner of his eye moved with the shape of his mouth.

……

The door was closed, and the guide, who was handcuffed with energy handcuffs, came out of the confinement room of the White Tower under the guard of the guards, and walked forward without looking sideways.

At the corner, a young sentinel with a gauze on his forehead was walking over while looking down at a few pages of physical reports on the light screen. His silver hair reaching to the ears was shaved into a crew cut, making his deep facial features more prominent and three-dimensional. No, even the gauze on the head will not damage that excellent appearance.

The guide's eyes turned slightly to the side, and he passed the silver-haired boy expressionlessly.

"Ok?"

The familiar cold fragrance drifted over the tip of his nose, and A1321, who had just read his physical examination report, turned his head in surprise, and looked at the group of people who were getting farther and farther away from him with his amber eyes without any haze.

The young man surrounded by guards was half blocked, but his straight back and thin figure seemed familiar.

A frail figure curled up in the darkness flashed across the sentry's mind.

"hiss……"

He raised his hand to hold the back of his head that was throbbing suddenly.

"You're going to die, what a ghost guide, you're really ruthless."

The sentinel leaned against the wall cursing and left.

……

Time has changed, and the young sentinel has grown into a man in his own right, and is about to face his second binding ceremony.

And in his mind, the figure of the blindfolded boy curled up on the bed gradually overlapped with a black-haired guide in his prime.

so profound.

How could I forget it.

"Ensign von Geinwell?"

The AI ​​female voice repeated the question unhurriedly, urging him.

"Please say the name of the wizard you want to bind."

Gein turned around, and behind him, the magnificent starry sky depicted the man's burly figure, casting gentle starlight on the thin layer of silver hair and resolute face.

"I choose……"

The sentinel was silent for a long time, and finally opened his lips.

The falling sound caused ripples in the room.

"Abstain."