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.

the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because they

mood and wanting to pry some

to you, are

guard’s eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer and his liking for Noland Lee increased. He

raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame

a drag

I don’t know the

at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are well-versed in tomb mechanisms

the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had a much harder time capturing

narrowed his

detected an

sin soldiers in

the tomb-robbing brothers who met their

were proficient

So was Noland Lee.

individuals proficient in that language, all with some expertise in archaeology,

it a coincidence

was the purpose behind the person who arranged

whistle sounded from the front of the steam

train was slowing

about to reach its

temporarily broke away from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing

towering city walls rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the overcast

stone fortress with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer walls and corridors barely

Lee

front of him

good impression of you… Don’t die too quickly. If

and pinched out the cigarette

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

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

must be the

might even

…

entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its