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.

right? A history assistant

Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s all in the

Noland Lee as if he

aback, and quickly

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

Noland

aboard, Jarvis—I won’t call you Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform

Captain Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and

calmly,

was worlds apart 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

known that reconnaissance teams faced the

even when facing human

greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair opposite the

Undead Cult has been going on for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has

Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain

were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt

the documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation

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

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

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

organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and

jointly sent a

writings of the Undead

Lee’s gaze trembled

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

adventure teams to appraise ancient relics,

not read the Undead

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

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

significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you

Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other hand, it’s because of this letter in

Lee,

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.