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.

Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher from Bowerthain City

forced a smile, “but that’s all in

he was a real history assistant teacher

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly

duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior, and

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s

good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against

Sin Soldier.

calmly, but sighed

other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal

every word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on

well known that reconnaissance teams faced the

even

much greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the

the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire,

all taken from the headlines of

local law enforcement after

went mad after reading the documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed on the

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

in society, but eventually, they were

have caused great damage

known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy

various social events jointly sent

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe

trembled slightly, responding

knowledge of the Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain

local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have

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

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

inner coat pocket, retrieving

wondering why you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you the answer,

the Empire and should

to Noland Lee, signaling 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.