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

and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee timely

you, are

up at being called Chief Officer

are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal forces of South

took a drag of

don’t know

graves and have never failed. They are well-versed

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

narrowed

detected an unusual

soldiers in

tomb-robbing brothers who met their

were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

some expertise in

a coincidence

intentional, what was the purpose behind

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

train

about to reach its final

thoughts and looked out the window, pressing his face against

up on the horizon, blocking part of

with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer walls and corridors barely

Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

guard closed the notebook in front of him and stuffed it

of you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful

the door handle with one hand and

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette in front of

the most sought-after

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland

cigarette butt, waved it in the air a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and finally tucked the cigarette butt into

must be the guard’s hush

even become

…

Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its heavy