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.

Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A history

Noland Lee forced a

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

and quickly extended

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

squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against the

Jarvis, a Sin

spoke calmly,

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

by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland Lee’s

known that reconnaissance teams faced the most

true even when facing human

much greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a chair opposite the bed and then

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

Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain

many people were executed by local law enforcement after

frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed on the spot by security

and secretive, much like the weather in the

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

scriptures have caused great

“Death Herald Guild” and

various social events jointly sent

writings of the

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly, responding

to the education I received at Bowerthain

joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never

have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings

Corporal Mars smiled:

to see you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4,

his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope

you receive treatment that is significantly different from

should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the

Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.