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 Bowerthain

Officer,” Noland Lee forced a

hand to Noland Lee as if he was a real history

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

is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your

Noland Lee’s hand

No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward

Sin Soldier. I will follow

Lee spoke calmly, but sighed

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

by Corporal Mars weighed heavily

reconnaissance teams faced the

held true even

how much greater was the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a chair opposite

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

all taken from the headlines

to news reports, many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the Undead Cult

documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation

much like the weather in the

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

more, the followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire

Guild” and have been the

social events jointly sent a warning to Noland

oneself with the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or

gaze trembled slightly,

the education I received at Bowerthain City

local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have

Jarvis, I believe you have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on

Corporal Mars smiled:

to see you would not be an officer like me

his inner coat pocket, retrieving

why you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you

Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other

Noland Lee, signaling the latter

letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents.

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.