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.

Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher from Bowerthain

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

as if he was a real history assistant teacher instead of a Sin

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his

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 future superior, and you are

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 how

Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow

Lee spoke calmly,

His superior—Corporal Mars—was also

spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily

well known that reconnaissance teams

held true even when facing human

much greater was the danger when facing the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a chair

to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered

Lee’s mind, all taken from the

enforcement after reading the

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

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

eventually, they were rooted

Cult scriptures have caused great damage

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

various social events jointly sent a warning

the

gaze trembled

Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at

adventure teams to appraise ancient relics,

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

Corporal Mars smiled:

you would not be an officer like me from

pocket, retrieving

you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give

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

the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the

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.