Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 102: 74. Sister cuts fruit_3

Translator: 549690339

Sully nodded in satisfaction, took back her gaze, and continued to check the list.

Yog felt the killing intent in the air had dissipated, he slightly breathed a sigh of relief, and winked at Noland Lee, puckering his lips towards Sully, his eyes full of playful laughter.

Noland Lee responded to the other party with an awkwvard but polite smile.

“Alright, I’m done checking the list.”

Sully took out her pencil from her pocket and drew a few horizontal lines on the notebook, deleting some names and numbers:

“Yog, please clean up the corpses on the third layer of the morgue cabinet. Send all the other corpses except numbers ZB051 and ZB052 to the incineration furnace. ”

Yog thought about it and said:

“ZB051 and ZB052, they seemed to be the corpses of a pair of Sin Soldier brothers. Okay, I got it. I’ll send all the other corpses on the Third Layer to the incineration furnace.”

A flicker of movement crossed Noland Lee’s heart.

Sin Soldier Brothers?

Could it be the corpses of those tomb raiders?

Noland Lee had some thoughts in his mind, but his face remained expressionless, as if he had nothing to do with ZB051 and ZB052.

Yog kept repeating the two numbers in his mouth, afraid he might get them wrong.

He waved at Noland Lee and went into the staircase, thumping down to the underground morgue.

Noland Lee took the glass box from Sully’s hand, shook it gently and said to her:

“Thank you for the fruit, Sully. It’s really kind of you to not only help me wash and slice them but also peel them. I haven’t enjoyed this treatment since I left home.”

Criticize vaguely, but praise specifically.

List all the praiseworthy aspects, and the person being praised will be over the moon.

At this moment, when Sully heard Noland Lee’s words, her cheeks turned red, and her eyes seemed to sparkle like little stars. Her breath was gentle and warm, she whispered softly:

“While you’re staying here, I’ll bring you fruit every night.”

“Great, thank you again, Sully.” Noland Lee smiled and responded, then glanced puzzledly at the staircase:

“…There’s something I don’t understand. Why would the Legion arrange a

Sergeant Major to guard the morgue? Isn’t this a bit of a waste of Sergeant Yog’s talent? I remember in the city, with an issued gun, even ordinary people can do this job.”

Sully turned her head and looked at the corridor back and forth.

Seeing no one in the hallway, she leaned in closer to Noland Lee’s ear, gazing at his near-perfect profile, whispering quietly:

“His hands tremble uncontrollably, making it impossible for him to hold a gun. Even the Medical Department can’t cure him. He was supposed to be sent back, but he has a severe skin disease and can’t be exposed to sunlight. In the whole Legion, only he is willing to stay in the basement all the time. So, he became the long-term morgue keeper.”

Noland Lee’s eyes flickered for a moment, then quickly returned to normal:

“Oh, I see. I was wondering about that…Sully, thank you. I’m always the curious type, asking questions here and there. Please don’t mind.”

“I think you’re great like this, more steady and cultivated than ordinary soldiers.” Sully’s eyes sparkled, her cheeks blushing:

“If you need to read other books, I can help you run errands to borrow from the reading room or buy from the private shop.”

Buying from the private shop?

What to buy?

Colorful entertaining reading materials?

“Ding-a-ling.”

The bell on the nurse’s station rang.

“Hurry up and eat the fruit, it won’t taste good once it’s oxidized.”

Sully put her hand on the glass box and brushed against the back of Noland Lee’s hand in passing. She then turned around and left, leaving her voluptuous silhouette.

Noland Lee returned to his room, closed the door, and looked at his hand in confusion…

It’s so strange.

Although it is said that it’s easier for a woman to pursue a man, surely it isn’t this simple, is it?

It feels like Sully is giving herself away like that..