Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 87: 67. Noland Lee’s Crazy Race_2

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“Apart from that, within the entire Legion Fortress, as long as there’s no ‘Do Not Enter’ sign hanging on the door, you can go in and have a look, such as the man-made indoor garden, underground hot spring pool, shopping alleys, etc. ”

“Is there a library?” Noland Lee interrupted and asked.

“Huh? Library?” Corporal Mars looked sidelong at Noland Lee:

“There’s no library, but there is a reading room. However, there are only books related to the undead left there. Entertainment books such as novels, poetry collections, and illustration collections have long been hidden away by some soldier. I guess private shops may have these items.”

“Only books related to the undead… Well, that’s enough.” Noland Lee nodded slowly:

“I just want to study this field of knowledge. After all, I have to live here for decades, so of course, I need to understand the details of my neighbors.” Corporal Mars shook his head and sighed:

“Ah, truly a genius, learning wherever you go. I thought you’d be like the other soldiers and stay in the ‘Refreshing Time’ for three days straight.”

I’d rather not join the “like-minded”, it’s too dirty… Noland Lee changed the topic:

“By the way, Chief Officer, I have another question…”

“Go ahead…”

The two chatted as they went along.

Noland Lee kept asking questions.

The issues centered on the Legion fortress.

From the public facilities in the Legion Fortress to the basic situation of the Legion, and then to the current situation and risks faced by the Korabo Legion, Noland Lee inquired about everything.

Corporal Mars patiently answered one by one, helping Noland Lee make up some basic knowledge.

As they talked, the appearance and figure of Captain Murphy came to Noland Lee’s mind, and he thought of her distinct calm demeanor that set her apart from other girls, so he couldn’t help but ask:

“Chief Officer, Captain Murphy seems very young…”

“Ah ha, I knew you were going to ask that.” Corporal Mars wiggled his eyebrows and laughed playfully:

“You mean, even though she looks like a young girl who just came of age, she behaves very maturely and has already become a warrant officer at a young age. I can tell you the reason for that.” Noland Lee listened carefully.

Corporal Mars continued:

Third Order ‘Imperial Fist,’ a reverse aging phenomenon might occur. Captain Murphy is one such case. After completing the reverse aging, her appearance will be fixed,

years old. But in

seemed to understand,

had once assessed that Marsha Murphy’s

this way, the “19 years old” here refers to the body’s age of 19 years old,

said: “Well, of course, Captain Murphy’s

Lee with a slightly surprised

is fake; it’s a layer of artificial skin. Underneath is her real skin, just like severe

took a slight

truly a

“I think so too…”

car window, faint sunlight scattered from

the sky, but layers of dark clouds still

Mars was already used to this scene, just glancing at the ruins on both sides of

other hand, raised his head, and his gaze fell on the dark clouds through the car window,

time, the amount of Energy Points needed to deconstruct the “abnormal dark clouds” had risen from 1000 points for every 1%

“abnormal

Korabo Corps Fortress.

was a relic left

Empire utilized modern technology to renovate

pipes within the wall structure and set up steam boilers underground, among other

military fortress

was Noland Lee’s second time arriving at

place was still

streets, soldiers hurriedly moved about

after another, unloading food and medical supplies from the Empire’s heartland

drove his car into the fortress,

a shed beside the city wall, reaching back to the rear seat to find a Private

Soldier uniform is too conspicuous.

Second-Class and followed Sergeant Mars, pushing through the crowd to

actually a castle left behind by the

describe

the surface of the castle, exposing their pipe exits to the air and spewing white

steam, like

humidity in the air increased, and even a casual touch on the wall would

not very

was used to

main entrance of the Legion’s Grand Building, passing through several checkpoints guarded by soldiers,

décor was similar to that of

they exited the staircase, a metal gate blocked unauthorized