Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 5

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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.

the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just

and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

you, are those two tomb

guard’s eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer and his liking for Noland Lee increased. He

far more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters

took a drag of his

I don’t know the

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

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

Lee narrowed his

keenly detected an

three sin soldiers in the carriage he

himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who met their

brothers were proficient

So was Noland Lee.

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

a coincidence or

was intentional, what was the purpose behind the person

front of the steam train, followed by the harsh noise of

steam train

to reach its final

from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing his face

city walls rose up on the horizon, blocking

style, with the flickering lights on the

Noland Lee Jarvis,

in front of him

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

one hand and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with the

of the cigarette in front of

it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing

I understand.” Noland

butt, waved it in the air a few times to let the guard’s saliva

be the guard’s hush

even

…

Legion Fortress, slowly

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