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.

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

and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee timely

Officer, according to you, are those two tomb

guard’s eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer and his

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

took a

don’t know the

very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have

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

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an unusual

three sin soldiers in the carriage he

tomb-robbing brothers who

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

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

a coincidence or

was intentional, what was the purpose behind the person

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

train was

was about to reach its final

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

towering city walls rose up on the horizon, blocking

the walls was a stone fortress with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your

guard closed the notebook in front of him and stuffed it into his

you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough,

and pinched

the cigarette in

are the most sought-after thing in

Chief Officer. I understand.”

few times to let the guard’s saliva

be the guard’s hush

even become

…

entered the Legion