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.

Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher from

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

he was a real history assistant teacher instead

somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right

to lead my

Noland Lee’s hand

Soldier No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway,

a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give my

Lee spoke calmly,

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

Mars weighed heavily on

reconnaissance teams faced the most danger

held true even

was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a chair opposite

the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty 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

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

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

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

a drastic change in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering the

were deeply hidden in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by

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

illegal organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division Intelligence

various social events jointly sent a warning

of the Undead Cult,

gaze trembled slightly, responding

the Undead Cult is limited to the education I received

local adventure teams to appraise

not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on your

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

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

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

talent to the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other

to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open and

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.