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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.

from the Suffering Borderland just because they dug up a few graves and sold some illegal tomb artifacts in South Capital

in a good mood and wanting to pry some

to you,

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

they are tomb-robbing masters with some

took a drag of

don’t

stealing artifacts from ancient graves and have never

their internal strife over the sharing of the spoils,

narrowed

detected an

sin soldiers in the carriage he had been in

the tomb-robbing brothers

tomb-robbing brothers were proficient in the Tatis ancient

So was Noland Lee.

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

a coincidence or

the purpose behind the person who arranged

Lee pondered, a wailing whistle sounded from the front of the steam train, followed by the

train

journey was about to

his thoughts and looked out the window, pressing

up on the horizon,

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

Lee Jarvis, your

the notebook in front of him and stuffed it into his

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

and pinched

remaining bit of the cigarette in front of Noland

sought-after thing in Korabo Legion.

Chief Officer. I understand.” Noland Lee

air a few times to let the guard’s saliva

the guard’s hush

might even become

the Legion Fortress, slowly stopping

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