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.

Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A history assistant

a smile, “but that’s all

hand to Noland Lee as if he was a real history

somewhat taken aback, and quickly

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

Noland Lee’s hand

good with numbers, and names are

Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will

Lee spoke calmly, but

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

was well known that reconnaissance teams

true even

was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a chair opposite the bed and

for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the

memory fragments flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from

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

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

in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly

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

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

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

sent a warning

writings of the Undead Cult, or severe torture will

trembled slightly, responding without

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

teams

have not read

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

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

you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I

and should not be treated as a cheap consumable.

to Noland Lee, signaling the

Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents.

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.