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

the wall; his gaze penetrated through several walls

Living” and saw two guards fast asleep in the duty

“Gurgling, gurgling…’

sounds came from the thatched

of toxic gas spurted out from the gaps in the shirt, wandering

to the outside noise, nodded to himself, and began calculating the

“Hey hey! ”

“Bang bang bang!”

woke up from his dream, knocking on

Quick! What the hell is happening! Cough cough… Why

help came from

the door! Cough

coughing and panting screams reached Noland’s ears and

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

guards they hoped for did not

guards were already dead

the water

“Bang, Dang, Dang’. ‘

as the soldier locked inside banged against

soldiers also started to bang on the door, hoping to

forced open and

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

me…cough. Open

open the door, mate…l’m dying…cough

door…open