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.

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

guard in a good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland

you, are those two tomb

at being called Chief Officer and his liking

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

guard took a drag

don’t know

are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves

internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had a much harder time capturing

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an unusual

soldiers in the carriage he had

and the tomb-robbing brothers who met

were proficient in the

So was Noland Lee.

expertise in archaeology, were placed in a

a

the purpose behind

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

steam train was

to reach its final

out the window, pressing his face

rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the overcast

with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on

Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

notebook in front of him and stuffed

impression of you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious

hand and pinched out the cigarette

bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

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

Officer. I understand.”

times to let the

must be the guard’s

might even become

…

train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping