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.

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 Province? What delusional

in a good mood and wanting to pry

to you,

lit up at being called Chief Officer

far more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal

guard took a drag of

don’t know

stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are well-versed in

over the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had a much

narrowed his

keenly detected an unusual

sin soldiers in the carriage

were himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who met

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the

So was Noland Lee.

language, all with some expertise in archaeology, were placed in

it a coincidence or

was intentional, what was the purpose behind the person who arranged

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

steam train was

to reach its

temporarily broke away from his thoughts and looked out

rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the overcast

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

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

in front of him and stuffed

die too quickly. If you are cautious enough

guard held the door handle with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in

bit of the cigarette in

the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion.

I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and finally tucked the cigarette

must be the guard’s hush

might even

…

entered the Legion