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.

right? A history assistant teacher from Bowerthain City

a smile, “but that’s

Noland Lee as if he was a real

and quickly extended his right hand to shake

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

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to

a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and

spoke calmly,

other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was

Mars

reconnaissance teams faced the most

true even when

the danger when facing

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the bed and then

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

through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the

after reading the corrupt documents spread by the Undead Cult within the

into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking

secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland.

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

the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through

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

sent a warning to Noland

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult,

trembled

of the Undead Cult is limited to the education I

teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into

not read the Undead

Corporal Mars smiled:

be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from Division Intelligence

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

is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers.

to the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the

Mars handed the letter to Noland Lee,

tearing open the beeswax seal and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as he

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.