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.

A

forced a smile,

hand to Noland Lee as if he was

quickly extended his right hand to

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

Noland

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

Captain Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give my

calmly, but sighed

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

by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland Lee’s

known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger in

true even when facing

much greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a

the Undead Cult has been 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

Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the

executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread

falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation

change in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the

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

of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through

“Death Herald Guild” and have been

sent

with the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult,

trembled

is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City

teams to appraise ancient relics, I

have not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on

Corporal Mars smiled:

officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from Division Intelligence

pocket, retrieving an envelope from it and held in his

significantly different from

every person with knowledge is a precious talent to the Empire and should

Mars handed the letter to Noland Lee,

and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.