Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 5

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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.

window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug

in a good mood and wanting

according to you, are those

at being called Chief Officer and his

tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters

took a

don’t know the

I know is that these two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed.

spoils, local officers would

Lee narrowed his

keenly detected an unusual

three sin soldiers in the carriage

and the tomb-robbing

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient

So was Noland Lee.

in that language, all with some expertise in archaeology, were placed

it a coincidence or

was the purpose behind the

wailing whistle sounded from the front of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of

steam train

to reach

and looked out the window, pressing his

towering city walls rose up on the

medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer

Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

closed the notebook in front of him

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

and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with

remaining bit of the cigarette

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

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee

to let

must be the

might even

…

train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly

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