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.

are Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher from Bowerthain

forced a smile, “but

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

somewhat taken aback, and quickly

My duty is to lead

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s

Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier

Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give my

Lee spoke calmly, but sighed

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

every word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland

reconnaissance teams faced the most danger in

even when

how much greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair opposite the

to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing fear

through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from

executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents

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

the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering the

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

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

the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the

jointly sent a warning to

the Undead Cult, or severe torture will certainly

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly,

Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain

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

I believe you have not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from it and held

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

a precious talent to the Empire and should not be treated

Mars handed the letter to Noland Lee,

tearing open the beeswax seal and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.