Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

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 history assistant teacher

Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s all in the

extended his hand to Noland Lee as if he was a real history assistant teacher instead of a

Lee was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended

the Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior, and you

squeezed Noland

No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier

Lee Jarvis, a Sin

Lee spoke calmly, but

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

Mars weighed heavily

that reconnaissance teams faced

even when

much greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair

fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the

flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken

by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by

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

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

were rooted out

the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the

known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division Intelligence Unit

social events jointly sent a warning to

writings of the Undead Cult, or severe torture

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly, responding

is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City

teams to appraise ancient relics, I

read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

coming to see you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but

into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from it

be wondering why you receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will give you the

knowledge is a precious talent to the Empire and should

handed the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to open and

a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as he immediately

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.