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 teacher from Bowerthain City

forced a smile, “but

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

and quickly extended his right hand to

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

squeezed Noland Lee’s hand

with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against the undead. Don’t disappoint

Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier.

Lee spoke calmly,

superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and showed no

Mars weighed

was well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger

true even when facing

how much greater was the danger when

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a chair

some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the

mind, all taken from the headlines

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

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

underwent a drastic change in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering

deeply hidden in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by

the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through group

Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division

events jointly sent a warning

of the Undead Cult, or

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly,

is limited to the education I received at

that, whether it’s teaching in the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics,

Jarvis, I believe you have not read the

Corporal Mars smiled:

to see you would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from Division

reached into his inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from it

is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I will

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

letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter to

open the beeswax seal and unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as he immediately closed

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.