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.

Jarvis, right? A history

Chief Officer,” Noland Lee forced a smile, “but

hand to Noland Lee as if he

Lee was somewhat taken aback, and quickly

Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team

squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

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

a Sin Soldier. I will follow

Lee spoke calmly, but sighed

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

spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on

that reconnaissance teams faced the

even when

much greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair opposite the bed and then

to the rise of

mind, all taken from the headlines of

after reading the corrupt

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

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

in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by

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

Guild”

social events jointly sent

writings of the

trembled

to the education I received at

the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact with any taboo

believe you have not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

officer like me from

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

be wondering why you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you the

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

letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open and read

the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as he

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.