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.

limited casting resources, he needed to get a Breathing Mask as soon as

gaze penetrated through several walls and landed on the duty room of

the Living” and saw two guards

“Gurgling, gurgling…’

sounds came from the

the gaps in the shirt, wandering

the outside noise, nodded to himself, and began calculating

“Hey hey! ”

“Bang bang bang!”

dream, knocking on the door while shouting into

hey! Guards! Quick! What the hell is happening! Cough cough… Why is there

hoarse cry for help came

Cough cough… Help! Anyone there!

coughing and panting screams reached Noland’s ears and the third underground level

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

they hoped for

Noland knew that those two guards were already

fog from the water pits had taken

“Bang, Dang, Dang’. ‘

the soldier locked inside banged against the door like a

on the door,

was forced open and hit

walked out of the isolation room and staggered

cough… Help me…cough. Open the door for

cough cough, quickly open the door, mate…l’m

the door…open the