Chapter 76 - 74. Sick
For his whole life, Zein had never owned a room on his own. In his little house in the red-zone, he slept in the living room, and the guides of borderland slept at least in pairs.
This was the first time he had a whole bedroom for himself, larger than any room he ever lived in. And to top it off, he even had a whole office for himself in his new workplace.
And Zein had no idea what to do with that space.
He had left it to Abel and Alice’s wisdom, and just mentioned what he wanted to have there. But somehow, his office has turned into a half-gym and half-game center with fitness equipment in one corner, and a computer station in another. The rest was converted into a small sitting area and he didn’t know how, but it worked.
So Zein was now running on his treadmill while reading the list of guides that applied to the new division. As they thought, there wasn’t much. But he was honestly quite surprised that anyone applied at all.
There were eight who applied on their own, surprisingly enough. Zein had thought four or five were probably a lot already. Sure enough, the one he had marked—those whose eyes shifted as he talked about survival—was among the applicants. That was good enough.
He swept the screen to show the list of guides he had asked the siblings before. He had requested for the guides’ general physical condition and asked the staff to rank them from the highest. Not all willing applicants were included among the physically high ones, but Zein couldn’t afford to be picky.
Of course, having guides with a considerably developed physique like him would be ideal, but he needed to be realistic. Zein would rather take a weak but willing man than dragged a strong unwilling one.
If it were up to him, he would be satisfied with just taking the ones who applied. But the Guildmaster wanted to convert half of the guides into a strike division. There were six strike teams in Trinity, and Radia wanted at least two dedicated guides for each team and some reserves.
"The problem with this is the distribution of class," Zein stopped the machine and regulated his breathing while organizing his mind.
From the side, Alice delivered a towel and bottled water to the guide, as well as her opinion. "Ideally, we need two A-class other than you, Sir. And at least six B-class."