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.

think those two sons of bitches wanted to escape through the window? Did they think they could escape from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug up a few graves and sold some illegal tomb artifacts

good mood and wanting to pry

to you,

guard’s eyes lit up at being called Chief Officer and his liking for Noland Lee increased. He

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

a

don’t

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

over the sharing of the spoils, local officers

narrowed his

keenly detected

three sin soldiers in the carriage he had been in

tomb-robbing brothers

proficient in

So was Noland Lee.

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

a

intentional, what was the purpose behind the

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

steam train was slowing

journey was about to

away from his thoughts and looked out the

on the horizon,

with a distinctly medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights

Noland Lee Jarvis, your

in front of him and stuffed it into

have a pretty good impression of you… Don’t die too quickly. If

hand and pinched out the cigarette in his

remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

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

I understand.”

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

the guard’s hush

even become a

…

entered the Legion Fortress,