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.

Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A

Noland Lee forced a smile,

as if he was a

Lee was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right hand

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

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

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

a Sin

spoke calmly,

from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also

by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland Lee’s

known that reconnaissance teams faced the

true even when facing human

the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a

going on for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing

memory fragments flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines of Bowerthain

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

a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking

weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering the lives of

in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by the

followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have

known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been

events jointly sent a

oneself with the forbidden writings of the

gaze trembled slightly, responding

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

adventure teams to appraise ancient

have not read the Undead

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from

different from other Sin Soldiers. I

knowledge is a precious talent to the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the

to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open and read

caught a

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.