Constructing-Style Wizard-Chapter 137 - : 87. Be Yourself_2

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Chapter 137: 87. Be Yourself_2

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Marsha Murphy

Written in the Gloomy Borderland of Suffering

The contents of the notebook end here.

Mars doesnโ€™t know about death magic, but that doesnโ€™t mean heโ€™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: โ€œChief, do you mean that there is a summoning ritual array on the magic wand?โ€ freew(e)bnovel.com

Murphy nodded slowly:

โ€œYes. 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 couldnโ€™t distinguish the meaning of those patterns.โ€ ๐’ป๐‘Ÿโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐‘คโ„ฏ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐‘ฃโ„ฏ๐˜ญ.๐‘๐˜ฐ๐“‚

Mars shook his head in amazement:

โ€œThe 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 shouldnโ€™t be so many remains in the legion fortressโ€ฆโ€

Murphyโ€™s eyes were misty, and she paused, sighing softly:

โ€œYes, Mars. This is also the part that puzzles me. The imperial military fortress has long prohibited the long-term storage of remains. Even the morgueโ€™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 materialsโ€™ condition is not met that I didnโ€™t take my research record to remind the legion commander, but just tried to keep the wand from entering the fortress.โ€

Murphy looked at the underground river, her eyes somewhat hazy:

โ€œPerhaps Iโ€™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.โ€

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:

โ€œNever mind, Mars. I withdraw my order just now. I was too impulsive. Ehโ€ฆ I am too impulsive and not suitable to lead soldiers into battle.โ€

Seeing Murphy withdraw the order, Mars didnโ€™t mention the previous topic again but asked instead:

โ€œChief, what about Jarvis? No one can withstand the interrogation of Military Intelligence Section Two.โ€

As soon as she thought of the Military Intelligence Department personnel forcibly taking Jarvis away from her, Murphyโ€™s face instantly became cold.

โ€œIโ€™ll have Lieutenant Grett intercept Kasha. Iโ€™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.โ€ Murphy sighed with a sense of helplessness:

โ€œI 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 timeโ€ฆ as for my promise to himโ€ฆ I can only do my best.โ€

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:

โ€œPoor Jarvis, you were almost about to harvest medals and a new lifeโ€ฆโ€ Mars sighed heavily again:

โ€œIโ€™m in trouble tooโ€ฆ Those warrant officers will surely make me modify the

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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 didnโ€™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.

โ€œHissโ€ฆโ€

The steam locomotive made a sudden stop.

Nolandโ€™s body swayed, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

Noisy quarrels came from the front of the convoy.

Noland vaguely distinguished Kasha and Lieutenant Grettโ€™s voices, but he couldnโ€™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:

โ€œSin Soldier No. 888, youโ€™re lucky! Remember, Iโ€™ll be watching you. I remember everything you said to me underground, and they will become solid evidence of your violent resistance to arrest.โ€

Noland completely ignored the noisy sound and didnโ€™t even look at Kasha, treating her as if she were air.

Lieutenant Grett walked toward Noland and received no more attention than Kasha.

Nolandโ€™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:

โ€œHeh, so thatโ€™s how it is. I thought the legion fortress was impregnable, easy to defend but hard to attack. Now it seems, itโ€™s no big deal.โ€

โ€œJarvis, what are you talking about?โ€ Lieutenant Grett had just been promoted recently, and his uniform was still brand new..

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