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.

are Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher

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

if he was a real history assistant teacher instead

and quickly extended his right hand

Mars, a sergeant of the Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am

Noland

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

Sin Soldier. I will follow orders

spoke calmly, but

he received was worlds apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and showed no

Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland

known that reconnaissance teams

even when

how much greater was the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a chair opposite the bed and then

and the Undead Cult has been going on for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the

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

many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents

a frenzy of self-mutilation or

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

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

the Undead Cult scriptures have

Guild” and have been

various social events jointly sent a warning to

the

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly,

knowledge of the Undead Cult is limited to the education I

academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact with any

read the

Corporal Mars smiled:

not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from Division

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

why you receive treatment that is significantly different

it is 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,

Mars handed the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to

Noland Lee caught a glimpse of

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.