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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

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

you,

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

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

a drag of his

don’t know the

I know is that these two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are well-versed in tomb mechanisms and the obscure ancient

over the sharing of the spoils, local

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an unusual

in the carriage he had

tomb-robbing

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

expertise in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage

a coincidence or

intentional, what was the purpose behind the

steam train, followed by

train

was about to reach its final

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

city walls rose up on the horizon,

distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

of him

die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough, you might survive

with one hand and pinched

bit of the cigarette in front

most sought-after thing in

Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee

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

the guard’s hush

even become

Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its heavy

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