Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 137
Chapter 137: 87. Be Yourself_2
Translator: 549690339
Marsha Murphy
Written in the Gloomy Borderland of Suffering
The contents of the notebook end here.
Mars doesn’t know about death magic, but that doesn’t mean he’s not smart.
He looked back at the riverside, and at the spot where the metal box had been placed, opened his mouth slightly, his expression frozen with astonishment: “Chief, do you mean that there is a summoning ritual array on the magic wand?”
Murphy nodded slowly:
“Yes. I was reminded by someone to carefully study the secret of the magic wand. There are not only ritual arrays on the wand but also some other patterns. However, my understanding of death magic is limited, and I couldn’t distinguish the meaning of those patterns.”
Mars shook his head in amazement:
“The Military Intelligence Section Two brought the wand into the fortress, and we then transported the Death Element Stone, which is equivalent to providing the Undead Cult with the two conditions for the summoning ritual. How can the third condition be achieved? There shouldn’t be so many remains in the legion fortress…”
Murphy’s eyes were misty, and she paused, sighing softly:
“Yes, Mars. This is also the part that puzzles me. The imperial military fortress has long prohibited the long-term storage of remains. Even the morgue’s night watchman has been replaced with an imperial soldier. With only the remains in the morgue, the Undead Cult should not be able to cause trouble within the legion fortress. It is because the casting materials’ condition is not met that I didn’t take my research record to remind the legion commander, but just tried to keep the wand from entering the fortress.”
Murphy looked at the underground river, her eyes somewhat hazy:
“Perhaps I’m wrong, Mars. The simultaneous appearance of the Death Element Stone and the wand in the legion fortress is just a coincidence, not the product of careful planning. Now in retrospect, I just got overstimulated by Kasha taking Jarvis away, so I ordered you to delay the transportation of the magic ore in an emergency.”
Murphy looked at the underground river as if trying to see something from the stinking river water.
She pondered for almost half a minute, shaking her hand and saying:
“Never mind, Mars. I withdraw my order just now. I was too impulsive. Eh… I am too impulsive and not suitable to lead soldiers into battle.”
Seeing Murphy withdraw the order, Mars didn’t mention the previous topic again but asked instead:
“Chief, what about Jarvis? No one can withstand the interrogation of Military Intelligence Section Two.”
As soon as she thought of the Military Intelligence Department personnel forcibly taking Jarvis away from her, Murphy’s face instantly became cold.
“I’ll have Lieutenant Grett intercept Kasha. I’ll have Jarvis locked up in an ordinary prison, rather than the Interrogation Room of Military Intelligence Section Two, on the grounds that he holds the secrets of Division Four.” Murphy sighed with a sense of helplessness:
“I can only do so much. If there is no turning point in the situation, he may have to stay in prison for a very long time… as for my promise to him… I can only do my best.”
After speaking, Murphy turned and walked into the poisonous fog, leaving the area with swirling vapor.
Mars fell silent for a few seconds before turning and walking towards the riverside:
“Poor Jarvis, you were almost about to harvest medals and a new life…” Mars sighed heavily again:
“I’m in trouble too… Those warrant officers will surely make me modify the
Undead Runes…”
Korabo Corps Fortress.
The Military Intelligence Section Two convoy drove through the city walls and entered the crowded street alley.
Inside the tightly closed carriage, Noland Lee frowned and pondered.
The cold and hard shackles that bound his hands and feet scraped his skin and caused bleeding.
Noland didn’t care about these things at all.
He always believed that as long as he kept thinking, pain would disappear.
Find the truth in thinking, find the turning point in the truth, solve the problem in the turning point, and then the pain will naturally disappear.
Focusing too much on temporary suffering and gains and losses would only interfere with thinking, interrupt it, and make oneself confused and frustrated.
Once people become confused, they will lose their direction, take a detour, or even backtrack.
Noland was clear about this, so he was obsessed with the feeling of being awake, not wanting to sink into the ocean of desire.
“Hiss…”
The steam locomotive made a sudden stop.
Noland’s body swayed, pulling himself out of his thoughts.
Noisy quarrels came from the front of the convoy.
Noland vaguely distinguished Kasha and Lieutenant Grett’s voices, but he couldn’t hear the specifics of the quarrel.
After about two minutes, the quarrel stopped abruptly.
Kasha stomped on the stone bricks and came to the side of the carriage, rudely pulled open the door, and grabbed Noland out:
“Sin Soldier No. 888, you’re lucky! Remember, I’ll be watching you. I remember everything you said to me underground, and they will become solid evidence of your violent resistance to arrest.”
Noland completely ignored the noisy sound and didn’t even look at Kasha, treating her as if she were air.
Lieutenant Grett walked toward Noland and received no more attention than Kasha.
Noland’s mind was not on these people.
He glanced around at the Military Intelligence Department Personnel and Imperial Soldiers surrounding him.
He looked at the sewers and manhole covers on both sides of the street and the train and tracks not far from the narrow road, and finally, his eyes shot straight up into the clouds.
Noland looked up at the sky, chuckling, with a relaxed brow:
“Heh, so that’s how it is. I thought the legion fortress was impregnable, easy to defend but hard to attack. Now it seems, it’s no big deal.”
“Jarvis, what are you talking about?” Lieutenant Grett had just been promoted recently, and his uniform was still brand new..
