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.

A

forced a smile, “but that’s

to Noland Lee as if he was a real history assistant

taken aback, and quickly extended his right

Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior, and you are the new member

Noland

I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against the

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

Lee spoke calmly, but

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

every word spoken by Corporal Mars

that reconnaissance teams

held true even when facing

much greater was the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a chair opposite the bed and then

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

flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from

reports, many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading

self-mutilation or attacking others, and

and secretive, much like the weather in the

hidden in society, but eventually, they were

Cult scriptures have caused great damage

organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary

jointly sent a warning to

writings of the Undead

gaze trembled

Cult is limited to the education I

teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics,

you have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on

Corporal Mars smiled:

the person coming to see you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4,

retrieving an envelope from it and held

significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you the

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

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

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.