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.

wanted to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug

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

to you,

at being called Chief Officer and

are far more skilled than ordinary tomb raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal forces of South Capital

took a drag of his

don’t know the

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

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

narrowed his eyes

keenly detected an unusual

only three sin soldiers in the carriage

and the tomb-robbing brothers

were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

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

a coincidence or

it was intentional, what was the purpose

the steam train, followed by the harsh

train

about to reach

away from his thoughts and looked out

rose up on the horizon, blocking part

with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with

Noland Lee Jarvis, your graveyard

in front of him and

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

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

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

the most sought-after thing in Korabo

Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched

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

must be the

might even become

…

Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its