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

a smile, “but

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

taken aback, and quickly extended his right

Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead

Noland Lee’s hand

names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m

evening, Captain Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I

Lee spoke calmly, but sighed

other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite

word spoken by Corporal Mars

teams faced the most danger in

true even when

the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

seat on a chair opposite the bed and

to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing fear and unrest. How much do you know

fragments flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain

executed by local law enforcement after reading the

a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking

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

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

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

“Death Herald Guild” and

various social events jointly sent a warning to

the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe torture

gaze trembled slightly,

limited to the

teams to

you have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on

Corporal Mars smiled:

be an officer like me

his inner coat pocket, retrieving an

be wondering why you receive treatment that is significantly different from other

is a precious talent to the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable.

Lee, signaling 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.