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.

Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher

a smile,

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

somewhat taken aback, and quickly

My duty is to lead my team on

Noland Lee’s hand

888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway,

Sin Soldier. I

Lee spoke calmly, but

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

every word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily

known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger in

even

how much greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

seat on a chair

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 lingered over the Empire, causing fear and unrest. How much do you know

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

executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents

falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others,

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

in society, but eventually, they were

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

organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the

events jointly sent a

with the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or

gaze trembled slightly,

is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain

it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to

have not read the

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

retrieving an envelope from it and held in

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

one hand, it is because every person with knowledge is a precious talent to the Empire and should not be

Mars handed the letter to Noland Lee,

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.