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.

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

wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

according to you, are those two

at being called Chief Officer and his liking

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

took a

I don’t know the

stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never

internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers

narrowed his

detected

three sin soldiers in the carriage he

tomb-robbing brothers who met

were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

in archaeology, were placed in a

a coincidence

intentional, what was the purpose behind the person who arranged

Noland Lee pondered, a wailing whistle sounded from the front of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of brake pads

train

journey was about to reach its

looked out the window, pressing his face against

towering city walls rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the

medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer walls and

Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

notebook in front of him and stuffed

of you… Don’t die too quickly. If

handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with the

the remaining bit of the cigarette in front of

and hide it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing

I understand.” Noland Lee watched

times to

be the

even become

…

the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping