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

mood and wanting to pry some information,

you, are those two tomb

Chief Officer and his

raiders; they are tomb-robbing masters with some fame in the illegal forces of South Capital

a drag of his

don’t

stealing artifacts from ancient graves

internal strife over the sharing of the spoils, local officers would have had

narrowed his

detected

only three sin soldiers in the carriage he had

and the tomb-robbing brothers who met

were proficient in the

So was Noland Lee.

language, all with some expertise in archaeology,

a coincidence or

the purpose behind the person who

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

steam train was

journey was about to reach its final

out the window, pressing his face against the glass

the horizon,

medieval architectural style, with the flickering lights on the outer

Lee Jarvis, your

front of him and stuffed it into

have a pretty good impression of you… Don’t die too quickly. If you are cautious enough and careful enough, you might survive three corps

door handle with one hand and

placed the remaining bit of the cigarette

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

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee watched him

butt, waved it in the air a few times to let the guard’s

must be the

even

…

steam train entered the Legion Fortress,