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

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

hand to Noland Lee as if he was a

and quickly extended his right hand

Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am

Noland Lee’s hand

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

Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will

spoke calmly, but sighed

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

Corporal Mars weighed heavily on

that reconnaissance teams faced the most

held true even when

how much greater was the danger when facing the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a chair opposite the

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

fragments flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all

after reading the corrupt documents spread by

of self-mutilation or attacking

secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering the lives of

were deeply hidden in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by

Cult scriptures have caused great damage to

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

jointly sent a warning

oneself with the forbidden writings of the

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly,

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

that, whether it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to

I believe you have not read the

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from it and held

significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will

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

Lee, signaling the latter to open and

seal and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.