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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

mood and wanting to pry

you, are those two tomb

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

tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal forces

a drag of his

don’t know

two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have

internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had a much harder time

Lee narrowed his eyes

detected an unusual

sin soldiers in the carriage he had been in

were himself and the tomb-robbing

proficient

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage to be

a coincidence or

it was intentional, what was the purpose behind

the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of

train was slowing

about to

looked out the

on the horizon,

was a stone fortress with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

of

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

and pinched

bit of the cigarette in front of

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

understand.” Noland

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

must be the

might even become

steam train entered the Legion

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