Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 144: 89. Opening Drumbeat_3

Because there was no need, no reason, to protect a person who wouldn’t be involved with him anymore at the risk of exposing himself.

Besides, she only interacted with him following the orders of Division Intelligence Unit Three, not out of genuine desire.

As Noland Lee has previously said:

If we could change the time, change the place, change our identities, and meet again, the outcome would naturally be better.

The fault lies in the identities of both parties and the timing of the encounter. After all, who wouldn’t be attracted to a gentle woman with voluptuous curves?

Noland was not someone filled with excessive kindness; he did not have the urge to protect Sully.

Therefore, whether it was Sully’s pretty face or her ample waist, none could move his heart.

Noland took off his shirt and stuffed it into the thatched pit, blocking the bubbling water surface.

The poisonous gas wafting out of the pit was immediately reduced.

Noland moved to the side of the door, squinting out.

Traces of toxic fog were already drifting out from the isolation rooms on both sides of the corridor.

The toxic gas snuck out through the window in the door, entered the bright corridor nonchalantly, travelled through the underground level’s ventilation system, slipped into the vents on the walls, and wafted towards other corners of the castle.

Noland took off his pants and plugged them into the small window on the door, slowing down the time it took for the outside poisonous gas to enter the room.

He had a way to survive in the toxic fog, but that would consume Energy Points and Soul Strength.

to get a Breathing Mask as soon as

at the wall; his gaze penetrated through several walls and landed on the duty room

Living” and saw two guards

“Gurgling, gurgling…’

from the thatched pit

gaps in the shirt, wandering

noise, nodded to himself,

“Hey hey! ”

“Bang bang bang!”

woke up from his dream, knocking on the door while shouting into

Quick! What the hell is happening! Cough cough… Why is there Undead poisonous gas

for help

Cough cough… Help! Anyone there!

Noland’s ears and the third

soldiers, in pain, desperation, and helplessness, were like people being smothered by quicksand, or ducks sinking to the bottom of the

hoped for did

guards were already dead in their

from the water pits

“Bang, Dang, Dang’. ‘

as the soldier locked inside banged against the door

also started to bang on the

A door was forced open

his chest and coughing violently, walked out of the isolation room and staggered

Help me…cough. Open

the

door…open the