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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.

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 in

wanting to pry some information, Noland Lee

you, are

Chief Officer and

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

guard took a drag of his

I don’t know

I know is that these two are very good at stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never failed.

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

narrowed

keenly detected

were only three sin soldiers in the carriage

were himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who met their

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in

So was Noland Lee.

that language, all with some expertise in archaeology, were placed in

a coincidence or

it was intentional, what was the purpose behind the

whistle sounded from the front of the steam train, followed by the harsh

train was

to reach its final

looked out the window, pressing his

on the horizon, blocking

distinctly medieval architectural style,

Noland Lee Jarvis,

notebook in front of him and stuffed it into

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

and pinched out the cigarette in his mouth with the

the cigarette

the most sought-after thing in

understand.” Noland Lee watched

in the air a few times to

the guard’s hush

might even become

steam train entered the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping its heavy

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