Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

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.

Jarvis, right? A history

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

his hand to Noland Lee as if he was a

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right hand

sergeant of the Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on

Noland Lee’s

numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform

Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and

Lee spoke calmly, but sighed

apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and

Mars weighed heavily

known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger in

even when facing human

how much greater was the danger when facing the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the bed and

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

Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines

enforcement after

a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were

gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They

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

scriptures have caused great damage

organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and

social events jointly sent a warning to

the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult,

gaze trembled slightly,

knowledge of the Undead Cult is limited to the

teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact

not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

coming to see you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department

pocket, retrieving an

wondering why you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin

every person with knowledge is a precious talent to the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable.

handed the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open and read

tearing open the beeswax seal and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.