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.

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 they dug up a few graves and sold some illegal tomb artifacts in South

mood and wanting

according to you, are those two

Chief Officer and his liking

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

a drag of

I don’t know the

very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves

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

Lee narrowed

detected

were only three sin soldiers in

were himself and the tomb-robbing

were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

with some expertise in archaeology, were placed in

a coincidence

what was the purpose behind the person who arranged

of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of brake pads coupling

steam train

was about to reach its final

and looked out the window, pressing

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

distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer

Lee Jarvis, your

the notebook in front of him and stuffed it into his

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

door handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in

bit of the cigarette in front

hide it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember

I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

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

be the

might even become

…

the Legion Fortress,