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 from Bowerthain

Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s

Lee as if he was a real history assistant teacher instead of a

and quickly extended his right hand to

Mars, a sergeant of the Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my

squeezed Noland

with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against

Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give my

Lee spoke calmly, but

superior—Corporal Mars—was also

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland

well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger in

held true even

much greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a

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 lingered over the Empire, causing fear and unrest. How

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

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

of self-mutilation or attacking others, and

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

eventually, they were rooted out by the Empire’s Division Intelligence Unit Two special

scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire

known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been

events jointly sent a warning to Noland

the Undead Cult, or severe

gaze trembled slightly, responding without

to the

teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact with any

not read the Undead Cult’s teachings on your

Corporal Mars smiled:

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

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

different from

the Empire and should not be treated as

Lee,

the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.