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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.

to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland

wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

you, are those

Chief Officer and his liking for Noland Lee increased.

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

a drag of his

I don’t know

at stealing artifacts from ancient graves

the spoils, local officers would

narrowed

keenly detected an unusual

sin soldiers in the carriage he

the tomb-robbing brothers who

brothers were proficient in the Tatis

So was Noland Lee.

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

it a coincidence or

intentional, what was the purpose

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

steam train was

journey was about to reach

and looked out the window, pressing his face against the glass to see

the horizon,

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

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis,

guard closed the notebook in front of him and

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

with one hand and pinched out

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember what

understand.”

in the air a few times to let the guard’s saliva dry

be the

might even become a

train entered the Legion

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