Constructing-Style Wizard

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“Name?”

The guard sat across from Noland Lee, asking without lifting his head. A yellowed notebook lay open on the table in front of him.

“Noland Lee Jarvis.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-one.”

The guard flicked his ink pen at the floor, scribbling some words carelessly in the notebook:

“Ah, you can speak fluently already and without any confusion in your consciousness. It seems that the severe vomiting and diarrhea didn’t damage your brain.”

“Vomiting and diarrhea?” Noland Lee was slightly taken aback.

“Yes, vomiting and diarrhea.” The guard glanced at Noland Lee, a warning in his gaze:

“If anyone asks what happened on the carriage, you only have these few words, got it? Vomiting and diarrhea.”

The guards on the train must be afraid of someone leaking that sleeping powder was brought onboard.

It was an unexpected incident with potentially big or small consequences.

It all depended on how the informant handled it.

Beneath the eaves, Noland Lee honestly replied:

“Yes, vomiting and diarrhea.”

“Good.” The guard nodded in satisfaction, pinching the cigarette in his mouth with his fingers, flicking ash into the ashtray on the table before moving it back and taking a hard drag.

As he exhaled a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling, he lamented:

“If only all the sin soldiers were as honest as you. It would save us a lot of trouble. Cleaning up blood, sweeping glass fragments, and fixing windows; I was almost outdone by the trouble those two bastards caused.”

The guard wrote a few more words and continued talking to himself, seemingly treating this task of taking a statement as a rare break.

to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug up a few graves

and wanting to pry some information, Noland

according to you, are those two

at being called Chief Officer and

skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in

guard took a

I don’t

know is that these two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are

for their internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers

Lee narrowed his eyes

keenly detected

were only three sin soldiers in the carriage he had been

and the tomb-robbing

were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

all with some expertise in archaeology,

a coincidence or

the purpose

a wailing whistle sounded from the front of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of brake pads coupling with

steam train

about to reach its

from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing his face

on the horizon, blocking

architectural style, with the

Noland Lee

in front of him and stuffed

Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough, you might

door handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with

of the cigarette

sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember what I said, vomiting

understand.” Noland Lee

the air a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and finally tucked the cigarette butt into

be the guard’s

even become a

…

train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping