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

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

to you, are those

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

skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some

a

don’t know the

two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are well-versed

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

narrowed his

detected an unusual

sin soldiers in the

himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who

brothers were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage

it a coincidence or

purpose behind the person who arranged

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

train was

journey was about to reach its

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

up on the horizon, blocking part of the overcast

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

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

notebook in front of him and stuffed it into his

If you

handle with one hand and pinched out

placed the remaining bit of the

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

I understand.”

butt, waved it in the air a few times to let

be the guard’s hush

even

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