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 sold some illegal

good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee timely

you, are those two

up at being called Chief Officer and his liking

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

took a drag of his

I don’t know

that these two are very good 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

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an unusual

soldiers in the

were himself and the tomb-robbing

proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

expertise in archaeology, were placed

it a coincidence

what was the purpose behind the person who

of the steam

train was

to reach

from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing

up on the horizon, blocking part

was a stone fortress with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

guard closed the notebook in front of him and stuffed

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

hand and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with the

the remaining bit of the cigarette in

it and hide it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember what I said, vomiting

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

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

be the

even become a

…

the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping