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.

A

a smile,

if he was a real history assistant teacher instead

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended

to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior, and you are the

squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

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

Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will

Lee spoke calmly, but

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

Mars weighed heavily on

teams

true even

greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the

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 fear and unrest. How much

mind, all

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

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

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

followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused

secretly formed an illegal organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of

sent a warning

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe

trembled slightly,

the Undead Cult is limited to the

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

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

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from

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

because every person with knowledge 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

the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open

a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.