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.

sons of bitches wanted to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just

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

according to you, are those

Officer and his liking for

ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal

took a drag

don’t know

very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never

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

Lee narrowed his

keenly detected an unusual

three sin soldiers in the carriage

and the tomb-robbing brothers

were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

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

a coincidence or

purpose behind the person who arranged it

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

train was

to reach

temporarily broke away from his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing

up on the horizon, blocking

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

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis,

of

a pretty good impression of you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough, you might survive three

hand and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth

the cigarette in front of

well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing

understand.”

pathetic cigarette butt, waved it in the air a few times to let

must be the

even

…

the Legion Fortress, slowly