Something Wrong with His Brain

"Besides, you've seen that child too..."

Doyle let out a pained sigh.

"God, when we were fourteen or fifteen, things weren't this complicated. Weren't we supposed to be simple-minded, stupid, impulsive, and lustful?"

He looked indignantly at Gollor, seeking agreement:

"There's nothing a trip to the Red Quarter at night can't solve, right?"

To his surprise, Gollor, who had always responded with habitual pessimism, spoke up this time.

"Not us," The taciturn Vanguard Officer snorted, turning his head away.

"Just you."

D.D.'s smile vanished instantly.

Just then, another voice rang out abruptly:

"Everything going well?"

Doyle and Gollor both jolted!

Within a second, they simultaneously straightened up and turned toward the iron gate.

The highest commander of the Royal Guard, the Guard Captain, Lord Adrian, stood by the iron gate with two attendants beside him, smiling warmly at them.

As if struck by lightning, Doyle first forced a smile onto his face. Realizing that seemed inappropriate, he hurriedly straightened his expression and stammered:

"C-Captain Ad... Ad... Captain, sir?"

Gollor was stunned for a moment too, but quickly recovered:

"Sir."

Adrian nodded and walked in with a smile. The people around them recognized him and hurriedly saluted.

"Everyone's busy. What are the two of you doing?"

The smile on Doyle's face froze.

He quickly stood at attention and took a step forward.

"Ahem... We're ev, evaluating Mindis Hall's defensive weaknesses and making preparations for future sentry arrangements..."

But Gollor spoke stiffly, drowning out Doyle's voice:

"We're pretending to be busy, sir."

"And avoiding conscription by the Logistics Wing."

At that, Captain Adrian's smile also froze for a second.

Doyle's entire body swayed as he stared at his companion in disbelief.

In that instant, Doyle first trembled inexplicably, then fell into utter despair. He only wanted to slap Gollor to death.

Then