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

Chief Officer,” Noland Lee forced a smile, “but

if he was a

and quickly extended his right hand

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

Noland

never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against the undead. Don’t

Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give my

Lee spoke calmly,

he received was worlds apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and showed no signs of deliberately making things

Mars

well known that reconnaissance teams faced

held true even

greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

on a chair opposite the bed

war between the Empire and 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 Undead Cult has

through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the headlines

executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the

a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed

becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland.

but eventually, they were rooted

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

“Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary

events jointly sent

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe torture

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly, responding

the Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City College, Chief

that, whether it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams

not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

would not be an officer like me

his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from

that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers.

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

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

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.