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.

are Noland Lee Jarvis, right? A history assistant teacher

Officer,” Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s all

his hand to Noland Lee as if he was a

Lee was somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right

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

Mars squeezed Noland Lee’s

won’t call you Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are

Mars. I’m Noland Lee Jarvis, a Sin Soldier. I will

calmly,

apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and showed

spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland

that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger

held true even

was the

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

took a seat on a chair opposite the bed and

fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the

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

to news reports, many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the Undead Cult within the

falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking

much like the weather in the Suffering

were rooted out by the Empire’s Division Intelligence

Cult scriptures have

formed an illegal organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division

events jointly sent a

oneself with the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult,

gaze trembled slightly,

of the Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at

or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact

read the Undead Cult’s teachings on your own

Corporal Mars smiled:

be an officer like me from Intelligence

retrieving an envelope from

that is significantly different from

the Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the

handed the letter to Noland Lee, signaling the latter

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.