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.

Jarvis, right? A history assistant

Noland Lee forced a smile, “but

Lee as if he was a

quickly extended his right hand

Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

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

Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders

calmly,

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

every word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed

well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger in

even when facing human

greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a

Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing fear and unrest. How much do you

Noland Lee’s mind, all

after reading the corrupt documents spread by

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

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

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

Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire

as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of

social events jointly sent a

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

gaze trembled slightly, responding

limited to the education I received

teams to

I believe you have not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department

reached into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from

why you receive treatment that is significantly different from

and should

the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter

beeswax 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.