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

forced a smile, “but that’s all

as if he

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his

lead my

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

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

Lee Jarvis, a Sin

spoke calmly, but

he received was worlds apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite

Mars

was well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most

even when facing human

the danger when facing the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

seat on a chair opposite the bed

of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has

all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain City

many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading

into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and

much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would

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

have caused great

known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been

sent a

associate oneself with the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe torture

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly, responding

the education I received at Bowerthain City

or joining local adventure teams to appraise

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

Corporal Mars smiled:

me from Intelligence Department 4,

his inner coat pocket, retrieving

significantly different

every person with knowledge is a precious talent to the Empire and should not be treated as

Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.