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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.

think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug up a

wanting

you,

at being called Chief Officer

far more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters

a drag of his

don’t know the

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

it weren’t for their internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had a

Lee narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an unusual

soldiers in the carriage he

tomb-robbing brothers

were proficient in the

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage to be

it a coincidence

was the purpose behind the person who arranged

the front of the steam train, followed

train was slowing

about to reach

away from his thoughts and looked out the

the horizon, blocking part of

a stone fortress with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

in front of him and stuffed it into

die too quickly. If you

handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with

remaining bit of the

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

Chief Officer. I understand.”

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

be the

even become a

Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its

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