Constructing-Style Wizard

- 101: 74. Sister cuts fruit _2

: 74. Sister cuts fruit _2

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“Just today, Davis’s army has lost 6 corporals, 4 sergeants, and 2 senior sergeants. It seems they’ve encountered huge trouble in Grave 612. May the Empire bless their triumphant return.”

“Davis’s Army…” Noland Lee slowly nodded. He had seen the word “Davis” on the soldier’s uniform before.

“Is this military unit famous within the Legion? Sully.” Noland Lee asked.

“Yes, they are one of the three long-established military units in the Korabo

Legion. The position of the army commander and guards is controlled by the

Davis family, and only family members can hold these positions.”

Sully glanced behind Noland Lee and swept her gaze across the meal box on the bedside table:

“It seems your appetite isn’t very good. Shall I peel some fruit for you? Apple or orange?”

Noland Lee smiled and didn’t refuse: “Don’t bother, Sully. Just bring me an apple, I’ll eat it myself.”

“Okay, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Sully gazed at Noland Lee’s ice-blue eyes, momentarily lost in thought, her cheeks faintly reddened.

She turned around, holding the meal tray, and walked towards the nearby nurse’s station with her head down.

Noland Lee chuckled and shook his head, even more perplexed.

He thought the original master’s appearance was indeed stunning but not to the point where it would cause a female nurse whom he had only seen a few times to expose her feelings…

Tsk, is this the treatment of a male deity?

It didn’t take Sully long to return with a glass box in her hand.

Not waiting for her to speak, a figure walking out of the stairway entrance caught his attention.

“Yog, are we out of disinfectant?”

Sully looked in the direction of the person and asked.

Nolan Lee squinted to take a closer look.

This sergeant named Yog seemed to have an illness.

His skin was frighteningly pale, like white paper, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He wore a senior soldier’s uniform, but his size was similar to Noland Lee’s, not as rugged and robust as Corporal Mars or Sergeant Alvin Stafford.

Blood vessels were visible on the whites of his eyes, and his dark eye bags indicated poor sleep quality. He spoke weakly, accompanied by bouts of coughing.

“Ahem ahem ahem… Sully… disinfectant, I still have some.”

The sergeant called Yog walked over with the smell of disinfectant, and spread his pale palms, saying:

“I am not here for disinfectant… I came to tell you that the underground morgue is almost full. We need to clear some space by sending unnecessary corpses to the incineration furnace. This needs to be done as soon as possible. As I heard from soldiers who brought the corpses here, Graves 612, 613, and 614 had a joint undead uprising. Davis’s army is suppressing the undead at all costs.”

“A joint uprising from three grave vaults? That’s terrible… no wonder so many wounded have been sent here for rescue in the past few days.”

Sully frowned slightly and took out a notebook from her coat pocket:

“…Wait for me, Yog. Give me some time to check the registration list… Some corpses should be able to go to the incineration furnace.”

Their conversation paused momentarily.

Noland Lee raised his hand and saluted the soldier in front of him:

“Good evening, Chief Officer. Private Second-Class Noland Lee Jarvis, reporting to you.”

Sergeant Yog grinned and waved his hand, saying: “Don’t call me Chief Officer anymore. I’m just a pitiful man of the Empire.” Sully interjected while looking down at the notebook:

“Don’t say that, Yog. Every Imperial man can conquer the undead, but not everyone can stand guard in the morgue like you do.”

Noland Lee said:

“So, Chief Officer, are you the Corpse-keeper of the morgue? I’ve only heard of this job in City hospitals and suburban cemeteries, never thought it would exist within the Legion fortress as well…”

Yog coughed lightly:

“Ahem…hey, yes, I am the Corpse-keeper of the Legion.”

Yog looked at the clothes on Noland Lee:

“You are here for the first strengthening injection, right, Private Second Class? Let me guess, Sully must have told you that your adverse reactions will not last more than seven days, right? Just like mine at the beginning.” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Noland Lee showed an appropriate disappointment, and laughed awkwardly:

“Yes, Chief Officer. I probably won’t have a chance to become a captain in the future. However, I am already very satisfied to serve the Empire as a sergeant.” Sully looked up and smiled gently:

“Don’t be disheartened, Jarvis. If the second and third injections go well, you still have a chance to become a captain.”

Yog waved his hand and said:

“Enough, Sully. The first injection is the most important…” A cold gleam fell on his face, and Yog shuddered.

His gaze swayed between the two, and he saw something in Sully’s warning-filled eyes.

Yog suddenly realized that he was about to spoil Sully’s plan.

He hurriedly coughed a few times and changed the subject:

“No, no. What I mean is, the Empire will take good care of every sergeant.”

“For example, the strengthening potions had very limited effects on me. I thought I would always be a corporal, at most promoted to sergeant by the Legion before retirement.”

“But look, now I’m a senior sergeant and have a group of soldiers under my hand… uh, of course, they’re dead. Anyway, I’m grateful for the Empire’s cultivation, allowing me, a soldier with a relatively poor physical foundation, to enjoy the treatment of a senior sergeant one day..”