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.

wanted to 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

good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

according to you, are those two

lit up at being called Chief Officer and his

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

took a drag of

I don’t know the

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

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

narrowed

keenly detected an unusual

were only three sin soldiers in

himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

with some expertise in archaeology, were placed

it a coincidence

the purpose behind the

the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of brake

steam train was

was about to reach

and looked out

walls rose up on the horizon, blocking part

fortress with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the

Lee Jarvis,

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

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

door handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette in

it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember what I said, vomiting and

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched

a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly,

be the guard’s

might even

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