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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.

from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug up a few graves and sold some illegal tomb artifacts

guard in a good mood and wanting

you, are those

Chief Officer and his liking

far more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal forces of South Capital

guard took a

I don’t know

artifacts from ancient graves and have never

it weren’t for their internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local

Lee narrowed

detected

were only three sin soldiers in the carriage he

the tomb-robbing

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in archaeology, were

it a

the purpose behind

front of the steam

train was slowing

journey was about to reach

from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing

the horizon, blocking

distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights

Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

in front of

a pretty good impression of you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough, you might survive three

and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with

the cigarette in front

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

I understand.” Noland Lee watched

to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and

the guard’s hush

even become a

the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its

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