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

a smile, “but that’s all

to Noland Lee as if he was a real history assistant

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right hand

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

squeezed Noland Lee’s

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

Jarvis, a Sin

calmly,

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

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland

well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most

even when facing human

the danger when facing

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a chair

Tatis Dynasty to the rise

Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines

by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the Undead Cult within

frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and

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

were rooted out by the Empire’s Division Intelligence Unit Two special

Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through group

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

social events jointly sent

the Undead Cult, or severe torture

trembled slightly,

the education I received at Bowerthain

it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I

believe you have not read

Corporal Mars smiled:

like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent

pocket, retrieving an envelope from it and

why you receive treatment that is significantly different from

precious talent to the Empire and should

the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to

caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.