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He had heard about Noland Lee’s affairs from Murphy, knowing what mission the young man before him was tasked with.
He was sowhat concerned about Noland Lee’s ntal state, but not out of kindness, rather out of caution.
He worried that Noland Lee might have his mind twisted and his spirit tainted by coming into contact with too many Undead Runes.
Noland Lee reined in his smile and looked calmly at Grett:
“Lead the way, Chief Officer. Are we going to the Imprisonnt Room of the Third Underground Level? Your eyebrows twitched, it seems I guessed right.
How boring… too easy…”
Noland Lee laughed heartily, drawing even more attention to himself.
His gibberish and inexplicable laughter made it easy for people to think he was ntally unstable.
Noland Lee cleared his throat with a light cough, restrained his smile, and resud his cold deanor:
“Ahem, I apologize. Having been stuck in this godforsaken place for so long, I sowhat miss my hotown. I don’t usually talk like this. It’s just that I’ve been holding it in for a long ti, and after being stimulated, I got a little carried away. Usually, I am quite polite and sensible.”
Captain Grett’s eyebrows were tightly knotted, as if he couldn’t keep up with Noland Lee’s train of thought.
He paused for half a second before realizing that he still had sothing important to do.
“Enough with the nonsense, follow .”
Captain Grett grabbed Noland Lee by the shoulder and escorted him to the castle at the end of the street:
“Watch your words, Jarvis. You’re still a Sin Soldier, and you must obey discipline.”
The soldiers on the street cast their gazes at the group.
As the person involved, Noland Lee nonchalantly returned their glances without any sign of an accelerated heartbeat or blushing embarrassnt, as relaxed as if he were just taking a stroll after dinner.
Don’t pay attention to the gazes of others, especially those who have no benefit relationship with you.
Noland Lee had understood this principle since he was 8 years old.
No matter the soldiers or military officers before him, they were all passers-by in his eyes. Only a few people were worth his attention.
“Grett, send a hearty dinner.”
“I’ll stress it again, Sin Soldier No. 888. Your identity is that of a Sin Soldier, and you have no right to order around.”
“Oh.” Noland Lee turned back, and shouted to the Division Intelligence Unit Two team behind him:
“Kasha, I have sothing to tell you, it’s about Murph…”
“Enough!” Captain Grett growled under his breath, glaring at Noland Lee:
“Follow . As for dinner, I’ll handle it.”
Why not say it sooner, instead of waiting for to take action?
Do you think I watched those palace dramas and imperial dramas before crossing for nothing? I just don’t want to use it on you.
Noland Lee laughed and said:
“Rember, Grett, a new era begins tonight.”
War is never one-dinsional, it is as multidinsional and voluptuous as a dancing girl.
Imperial Soldiers and ordinary soldiers could not grasp this fact, which is a perfectly normal phenonon.
It was a limitation of the tis.
But it was not Noland Lee’s limitation.
Noland Lee laughed from the bottom of his heart.
That was the reason he had been unhappy.
He had been trying to fit into this era and beco a part of this new world.
But in reality, he did not have to constrain himself like that.
Why not let this world adapt to him?
If he had never gained the power of the System, when he encountered setbacks, he would surely look for the causes within himself first. That has always been his way.
But now he had the System.
If he encountered setbacks, it must be because there was a problem with external factors, not that he himself was at fault.
Since that’s the case, why not use the System to properly correct others’ mistakes?
No…
It was more about benefiting and absorbing nutrients from others’ mistakes.
Tatis, this ghost place, is not worth my salvation.
I should stand by its side like a vulture, drawing all I need from its death.
Starting tonight..
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