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Chapter 138: 87. Be Yourself_3

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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 somewhat concerned about Noland Lee’s mental 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 Imprisonment 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 mentally unstable.

Noland Lee cleared his throat with a light cough, restrained his smile, and resumed his cold demeanor:

“Ahem, I apologize. Having been stuck in this godforsaken place for so long, I somewhat miss my hometown. I don’t usually talk like this. It’s just that I’ve been holding it in for a long time, 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 something important to do.

“Enough with the nonsense, follow me.”

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 embarrassment, 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 me 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 me around.”

“Oh.” Noland Lee turned back, and shouted to the Division Intelligence Unit Two team behind him: