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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 artifacts

wanting to

you, are those two

being called Chief Officer and

ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with

guard took a

I don’t know

are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They

of the spoils, local officers would have had a much harder time capturing them

Lee narrowed his

keenly detected

in the carriage he had

were himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who met

brothers were proficient in

So was Noland Lee.

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

it a coincidence

was intentional, what was the purpose behind the person

of the steam

train

about to reach its final

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

walls rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the overcast

distinctly medieval architectural style,

Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

in front of him and stuffed

die too quickly. If

guard held the door handle with one hand and

the cigarette in

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

understand.”

a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and finally

be the

even become

steam train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly

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