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.

do you think those two sons of bitches wanted to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because

the guard in a good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

you, are those two

eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer and

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

took a

I don’t know

good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have

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

narrowed

keenly detected an unusual

sin soldiers in the

and the tomb-robbing brothers

were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

language, all with some expertise in archaeology, were placed

it a coincidence or

what was the purpose behind the person

the front of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of

train was slowing

was about to reach its final

temporarily broke away from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing his face

rose up on the

style, with the flickering lights on the outer walls and corridors barely

Sin Soldier Noland Lee

in front of him

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

door handle with one hand and pinched out the

bit of the cigarette

sought-after thing in

I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

it in the air a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and finally tucked

be the

even become a

…

entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its heavy