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.

Lee Jarvis, right? A history

Noland Lee forced a

Lee as if he was

taken aback, and quickly extended his

Lulenna Mars, a sergeant of the Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current

Noland Lee’s

numbers, and names are easier to remember…

a Sin Soldier.

calmly, but sighed

superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite

by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on

that reconnaissance teams faced

held true even when facing

greater was the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the bed and

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

mind, all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain

executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by

a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed on the

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

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

Cult scriptures have caused great damage to

Guild” and have been the

social events jointly sent a warning

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe torture will

trembled slightly, responding

Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City College, Chief

from that, whether it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact

I believe you have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on your own

Corporal Mars smiled:

the person coming to see you would not be an officer like me

his inner coat pocket, retrieving

why you receive treatment that is significantly different from

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

letter to Noland Lee,

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.