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 teacher from Bowerthain

Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s

to Noland Lee as if he was a real history assistant teacher instead of a Sin

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right

Squad. My duty is to lead my team

squeezed Noland

never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to

Captain Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I

Lee spoke calmly, but

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

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed

well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most

true even when

the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the bed 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

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

by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the Undead Cult within

reading the documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and

drastic change in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering

were rooted

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

as the “Death Herald Guild” and have

various social events jointly sent a warning

the Undead Cult, or severe torture

gaze trembled

Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City College, Chief

teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into

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

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

reached into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from it

that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give

should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the

Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open

the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as he immediately

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.