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 assistant

a smile, “but that’s all in

his hand to Noland Lee as if he was a real

Lee was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right hand to shake

Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior,

squeezed Noland

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

a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and

spoke calmly, but sighed

treatment he received was worlds apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily

reconnaissance teams faced

true even when

greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a

time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has

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

were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the

mad after reading the documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed on

weather in

hidden in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by the Empire’s Division Intelligence Unit Two special

Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to

formed an illegal organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have

sent a warning to Noland

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly,

to the education I

teams to appraise

believe you have not read the

Corporal Mars smiled:

an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special

pocket, retrieving an envelope

significantly different from

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

letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter

a glimpse of the contents.

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.