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 history assistant teacher from

Officer,” Noland Lee forced a smile,

hand to Noland Lee as if he was a real history assistant teacher

somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right

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

Noland Lee’s

been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking

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

spoke calmly, but

His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed

was well known that reconnaissance teams faced the

even

was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair opposite the bed and

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 fear and unrest.

flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all

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

went mad after reading the documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed

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

in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by

followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to

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

events jointly sent a warning to

writings of the Undead Cult,

gaze trembled slightly,

to the education I received at Bowerthain

joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into

not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on your own

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

Mars reached into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an

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

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

the letter to Noland Lee, signaling

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.