Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 202 - 202: 105. Mysterious Ray Lee_5

“Fars, I told you to train more in combat while at the company. If you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be so panicked now.

.Ray? Did you injure your lung? Mark, give him a healing potion and put it on his tab. Lung injuries are much more troublesome than broken bones…”

“Uh..Boss…”

Mark was tending to the injured, and at Kent’s words, he scratched his head and said:

Ray’s not injured, he just…uh…he’s just weak from using a power with a significant aftermath.”

“Extraordinary abilities?” Kent was momentarily stunned.

“Yes, boss…” Mark quickly recounted the events, and in the end, mumbled: “…Anyway, I’ve never heard of any Empire people having his kind of ability…”

Kent was also greatly astonished:

“What happened to the Empire after I left it?”

He removed his gray armor, turned it into a grey sphere of light, and let it crawl into the collar of his clothes.

As he walked toward Noland, he spoke to Mark:

“You handle the injured, take care of the spoils of war, and put the dead team members into body bags to take back…l’m going to have a chat with Ray.” “Alright, boss.” Mark glanced at Noland and ran towards the injured not far away.

Kent squatted down in front of Noland, staring at his sunglasses and face towel, and said:

“You’re an Imperial Soldier, right? Ray? Only Imperial Soldiers can have such good vision at night. Hmm… Let me guess, you must be in a lot of trouble, that’s why you always cover your face and eyes.”

Kent scratched his head, somewhat troubled:

“This is a bit tricky. I initially thought you were just a retired Imperial soldier… I never thought you’d have extraordinary abilities… Ordinary people can’t have extraordinary abilities in the Tatis Empire. Even if you don’t say, I can guess where your extraordinary abilities come from. It’s most likely from illegal forces, like the Death Herald Guild.”

Kent spread his hands:

“Why don’t you give me a clue, Ray? How much trouble are you in? To be honest, if your troubles are small and you can live in peace as long as you cover your face and eyes, Iron Thorn Shield is still welcoming you. After all, every person with extraordinary abilities is worth several ordinary gunmen. But if your troubles are so big that the Imperial Intelligence Department 2 and 6 are alarmed…then I’m out of solutions. Even if you’re really good, Iron Thorn

Shield wouldn’t dare to use you.”

Noland reluctantly suppressed the urge to cough and slowly said:

“My troubles are smaller than you might think, Kent. I won’t hide it from you, the Empire people think I’m dead, no one would think I’m still alive. No one would want to look for me because my family and friends are also dead. Plus, my extraordinary abilities have nothing to do with the Death Herald Guild…” “So that’s it…your life is really full of twists and turns…” Kent sighed softly.

Noland coughed lightly:

*cough cough* “I’m not covering my face and eyes because I’m afraid of being recognized. As I just said, I’m already a dead man in the Empire. Even if I reveal my real face, it won’t cause any trouble. But for some reasons, my appearance is quite peculiar.”

Noland raised his sunglasses slightly, revealing half of his right eye.

Kent saw the pure black eye that Mark mentioned, and his face showed both curiosity and astonishment.

“As you can see, my eyes tend to attract attention. To avoid unnecessary looks, I have to keep them covered.”

Kent nodded and said:

“Hmm, I understand your situation. After I go back, I’ll consult with the company’s directors and presidents. Before we reach a definite decision, you can stay at the company. Your base salary and task remuneration won’t be shortchanged.”

“Alright, boss.” Noland nodded slightly.

“You rest for now.”

Kent stood up, clapping his hands, and shouted to his team members:

“Everyone listen up. No one is allowed to talk about the battle that just happened!”

“Alright, boss.”

“Understood!”

The team members responded one after another.

Kent lifted his chin towards Fars next to him: “Fars, when you go back, make sure to add the ‘Rune of Fear’, okay?” “Eh…yeah, I know, I get it, for confidentiality.”

Fars shook his head, hands in his jacket pockets and smiled at Noland:

“I’ve always been clear about who’s who, who helps me, I help them, don’t worry, Ray, I’ll take responsibility for you. Speaking of which, ‘Rune of Fear’ seems to be quite useful, I have to put it on my alchemy stone from now on…”

As a person being protected, Fars had nothing to do at the scene.

He trotted over, squatted down next to Noland, and asked:

“Dude, can you let me see that eye? Why did it turn black? Why do people run away the moment you stare at them? Did you just use it to release Soul Energy?

What’s the principle behind it? How did you obtain this extraordinary ability? Can I also master it? I don’t mind paying for it, I’ll have money after I pay the rent for the alchemy laboratory! Let me look at your eye again, buddy, maybe a great alchemy invention is hidden in it!”

Mother… A hundred thousand questions? Is Fars an alchemy fanatic? Why does he need to know everything?

Noland’s mouth twitched, he covered his mouth to cough, and waved at Fars repeatedly.

“Fars! Don’t disturb Ray’s rest.” Kent’s authoritative voice came, and he was collecting the corpses of the dead team members.

“Alright, alright.”

Fars left dejectedly, sat down next to another motorcycle, and continued to stare curiously at Noland..