Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

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

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

as if he was a real history assistant teacher

and quickly extended his right

introduce ourselves properly. I’m 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 and

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember…

Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders

spoke calmly, but

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

by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland Lee’s

reconnaissance teams faced the most

even when facing

was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a chair opposite

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

all taken from

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

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

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

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

the followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great

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

sent a warning to

with the forbidden writings of the

gaze 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

you have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

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

different from other

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

to Noland Lee, signaling

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.