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

as if he was a real history assistant teacher instead of

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right hand to

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

Noland

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 against

Sin

Lee spoke calmly,

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

word spoken by Corporal Mars

reconnaissance teams

even when

how much greater was the danger when facing

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair opposite the bed

From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise

through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken

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

frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others,

gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering the lives of

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

of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to

“Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division Intelligence Unit

sent

the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe

gaze trembled

is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain

local adventure teams to appraise ancient

not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from Division Intelligence Unit

retrieving an envelope from it and held in

treatment that is significantly different from other Sin

should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other hand, it’s because of

to Noland Lee, signaling the

and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.