Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 5

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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.

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 tomb artifacts in South Capital

and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee timely

Officer, according to you, are those two

eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer

skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal

took a drag of his

I don’t know the

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

the sharing of the spoils, local officers would

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an

were only three sin soldiers in the

and the tomb-robbing

were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in archaeology, were placed in a

it a coincidence

purpose behind the person who arranged it

of the steam

train

was about to

out the

on the horizon, blocking part of the

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

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

closed the notebook in front of him and

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

and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with the

placed the remaining bit of the

most sought-after thing in

understand.” Noland Lee watched

picked up the pathetic cigarette butt, waved it in the air a few times to let the

the guard’s hush

even become

…

steam train entered the Legion Fortress,

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