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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

wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

according to you, are those

up at being called Chief Officer and

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

guard took a drag of

I don’t know the

ancient graves and have never failed.

weren’t for their internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had a much harder time capturing

Lee narrowed his

detected an

in the carriage he had

himself and the tomb-robbing brothers

were proficient in the

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in archaeology, were placed in a

it a coincidence

it was intentional, what was the purpose behind the person who

wailing whistle sounded from the front of the steam

train was slowing

journey was about to reach its final

his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing

the

architectural style, with

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

in front of him and stuffed it into his

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

with one hand and pinched

the remaining bit of the

are the most sought-after thing in

Chief Officer. I understand.”

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

the

even become a

train entered the Legion

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