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.

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

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

you, are

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

more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters

a drag of his

don’t

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

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

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected

soldiers in

tomb-robbing

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient

So was Noland Lee.

all with some expertise in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage

a coincidence

the purpose behind the person

Lee pondered, a wailing whistle sounded from the front of the steam train,

train was slowing

journey was about to reach

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

rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the

distinctly medieval architectural style, with the

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

guard closed the notebook in front of him and stuffed it into

of you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and

one hand and pinched

remaining bit of the

it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

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

the guard’s

might even become

…

the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its