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.

right? A history assistant teacher from Bowerthain City

a smile, “but that’s all

if he was a real history assistant

was somewhat taken aback, and quickly

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

squeezed Noland Lee’s

numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway,

Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I

spoke calmly, but

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

Corporal Mars weighed heavily

reconnaissance teams faced the most danger

even

was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a chair opposite the bed and then

to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing fear and

memory fragments flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken

to news reports, many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents

self-mutilation or

underwent a drastic change in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering

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

Cult scriptures have caused

Herald Guild” and

sent a warning to Noland

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

trembled slightly, responding

limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City College,

or joining local adventure teams to appraise

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

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

reached into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an

you receive treatment that is significantly different from

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

the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.