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.

those two sons of bitches wanted to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland

in a good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland

according to you, are those two

eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer and

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

guard took a drag of his

don’t know the

very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are well-versed in tomb mechanisms and the

the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have

Lee narrowed his

detected an unusual

sin soldiers in the carriage he had

tomb-robbing

proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in

a coincidence or

was the purpose behind the person who arranged it

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

steam train was

about to reach

away from his thoughts and looked out the window,

the horizon, blocking

with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the

Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

in front of him and stuffed it into his

quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough,

guard held the door handle with one hand and

remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

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

understand.” Noland Lee watched him

it in the air a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly,

must be the guard’s

even become

…

entered the Legion