Constructing-Style Wizard

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The exterior of the steam locomotive was almost indistinguishable from a large, mobile black coffin.

It had a square iron body, four iron-clad wheels, and a front-facing steam boiler that released puffs of white steam with a gurgling sound.

From a traveler’s perspective, it resembled a tractor…

After departing from the Korabo Legion Fortress, the steam locomotive entered a desolate area filled with ruins.

Lacking any suspension for the carriage, it moved up and down along the rough terrain.

Noland Lee held onto the edge of a seat to steady himself.

The journey on the steam locomotive lasted much longer than Noland Lee had anticipated.

From the time he boarded until the faint glow of sunset penetrated the cloudy sky, at least four hours had passed.

Just as the setting sun was about to disappear, the steam locomotive finally came to a halt at a temporary campsite.

Such a lengthy journey had completely drained Noland Lee’s energy, leaving him weak and famished.

By the time he got off the train on an empty stomach and was led by a soldier into a single-person tent, all light had vanished from the sky, replaced by slowly rolling dark clouds.

…

Inside the single-person tent, a coal lamp in the corner emitted a warm glow.

Noland Lee held a tray and shoved the pasty dinner into his mouth.

“Chief Officer.” a soldier outside raised his hand to salute as a person approached.

Noland Lee looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a military officer entering the tent.

Noland Lee immediately put down his tray and stood up, saying:

“Good evening, Chief Officer.”

The newcomer took off his cap, revealing short blond hair and handsome features. Although he wasn’t as bulky as the Imperial Lieutenant, he stood tall and strong.

He placed the cap on the bedside table and glanced up and down at Noland Lee, seemingly scrutinizing him and also confirming his identity.

Unexpectedly to Noland Lee, the officer’s tone was quite gentle, unlike the other cold soldiers.

right? A history assistant teacher from

Officer,” Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s all

if he was a real history assistant teacher instead

aback, and quickly

lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior, and you are the new member of my

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s

with numbers, and names are

Captain Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and

Lee spoke calmly, but

other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and showed no

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily

teams faced the

held true even

was the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a chair opposite the bed

you should know that the war between the Empire and the Undead Cult has been going on for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing fear and unrest. How much do you know about

flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain City

by local law enforcement after reading

self-mutilation or attacking others, and were

temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather

eventually, they were rooted out by the Empire’s Division

the followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through group

as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division Intelligence

jointly sent

of the Undead Cult, or

gaze trembled slightly,

Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at

that, whether it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never

you have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on your own

Corporal Mars smiled:

see you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from Division Intelligence Unit

coat pocket, retrieving an envelope

different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you

precious talent to the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other hand, it’s because of this

Noland Lee, signaling the latter to

beeswax seal and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.