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.

the Suffering Borderland just because they dug up a few graves and sold some illegal tomb artifacts in South Capital Province? What

good mood and wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee timely

Officer, according to you, are

called Chief Officer and his liking for Noland Lee

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

guard took a drag of his

don’t

these two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed. They are well-versed

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

narrowed

detected

only three sin soldiers in

and the tomb-robbing brothers

proficient in

So was Noland Lee.

in archaeology, were placed in a single carriage to be

a coincidence or

the purpose behind the person who

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

train was slowing

about to

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

towering city walls rose up on the horizon,

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

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard has

front of him and stuffed it

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

one hand and pinched

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

it and hide it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing

I understand.” Noland Lee

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

even

…

Legion Fortress,