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.

do you 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

good mood and wanting to pry

Officer, according to you,

Chief Officer and his

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

took a drag

I don’t

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

internal strife over the sharing of the spoils,

Lee narrowed his eyes

keenly detected

only three sin soldiers in the carriage he had been

were himself and the tomb-robbing brothers who met their

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

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

it a coincidence

it was intentional, what was the purpose behind the person who arranged

of the steam train, followed by the

train was

was about to reach its

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

city walls rose up on the horizon, blocking part of the

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

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, your

notebook in front of him and stuffed it

too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough,

with one hand and pinched out the cigarette in

the remaining bit of the cigarette in front

it and hide it well. Cigarettes are the most sought-after thing in Korabo Legion. Remember what I

understand.” Noland

few times to let the guard’s saliva dry quickly, and finally tucked the cigarette

be the guard’s hush

might even become

…

entered the Legion Fortress,