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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

mood and wanting to pry some information,

to you, are those two tomb

up at being called Chief Officer and

raiders? They are far more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are

guard took a drag

I don’t know the

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

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

narrowed his

detected

three sin soldiers in the

tomb-robbing brothers who

were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

with some expertise in archaeology,

a coincidence or

intentional, what was the purpose behind the

the steam train, followed by the harsh noise

train was slowing

about to reach

his thoughts and looked out the

rose up on the horizon, blocking part of

a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights

Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

notebook in front of

too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough, you might

door handle with one hand and pinched

bit of the

sought-after thing in Korabo Legion.

understand.” Noland

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

be the guard’s hush

even become a

train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping

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