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.

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 Capital

and wanting

you, are those

Officer and his liking for Noland Lee

are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the

guard took a

don’t know the

graves and have never failed. They are well-versed in tomb mechanisms and the obscure ancient Tatis

internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers

narrowed

detected an

sin soldiers in the

were himself and the tomb-robbing brothers

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

in that language, all with some expertise in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage

it a

was the purpose behind

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

steam train was

journey was about to reach its

his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing his face against

up on the horizon, blocking part of the overcast

architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer walls

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

the notebook in front of him and stuffed

quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful

the door handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette

remaining bit of the cigarette

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

I understand.” Noland Lee

the air a few times to let the

the guard’s

might even become a

…

the Legion Fortress, slowly