Chapter 481 - 474. Fragmented Memory
"Are you sure you don’t need another guiding?" Zein asked for the third time as he walked Ron to the edge of their base’s safe zone--two hundred meters away from the stadium complex’s ruined gate.
"I shouldn’t get too used to your guiding now," Ron shrugged. "I won’t be able to get it so frequently again, after all."
"Hah..." Zein chuckled and stared at the darkness beyond the safe zone. "Be careful on the way."
Sure, if the scout followed the original path, he wouldn’t encounter a lot of beasts--perhaps even none, since the brigade and Senia had just passed the route. That being said, he would be alone, and if he were to be ambushed...
"Who are you talking to?" the scout raised his brow. "Don’t tell me spending time with elites made you forget who I am."
Zein blinked twice before smiling. Right--Ron was a four-star esper; the best pathfinder the Borderland had for the past five years, with one of the greatest stealth abilities utilizing shadow. Outside, it might have a lot of limits, but in the Deathzone...he could hide everywhere.
"Here you go," Bassena handed over a sealed box containing the physical copy of the operation’s recording so far. "Thanks again."
Ron put the box securely inside his coat and looked at Zein wordlessly for a few seconds. "Hey, about that team you’re going to--"
"No," Zein cut the scout sharply. Ron raised his brow, and the guide shook his head. "I already owed you and Agni too much. Just go back and get laid or something."
"Hah!" Ron scoffed and laughed right after. "Well, you’re the boss anyway."
"Mm," Zein nodded and crossed his arms, as if banning Ron from involving himself further in danger.