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.

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?

a good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

Officer, according to you,

lit up at being called Chief Officer

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

a drag of

I don’t

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

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

Lee narrowed his

detected an unusual

in the

tomb-robbing brothers who

were proficient

So was Noland Lee.

expertise in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage to

it a coincidence or

intentional, what was the purpose

whistle sounded from the front of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of brake pads coupling

train was

was about to reach its final

broke away from his thoughts and looked out the window,

walls rose up on the horizon, blocking part of

with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights

Noland Lee Jarvis, your

the notebook in front of him

quickly. If you are

hand and pinched out the cigarette in

bit of the cigarette

the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember what I said,

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

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

the guard’s

even become a

…

steam train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping