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.

right? A history

forced a smile, “but that’s all

to Noland Lee as if he was a real history

somewhat taken aback, and quickly

Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my

squeezed Noland Lee’s

been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking

Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give

spoke calmly, but

worlds apart from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also quite approachable and showed no signs

word spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily

well known that reconnaissance teams faced the most danger

true even when

greater was the danger

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

a seat on a chair opposite

for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New

through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from the

enforcement after reading

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

and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous

were deeply hidden in society, but eventually, they were

Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through group

“Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy

social events jointly sent a warning

the Undead Cult, or severe torture will certainly

gaze trembled slightly, responding without

the

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

I believe you have not read the Undead Cult’s

Corporal Mars smiled:

would not be an officer like me from Intelligence Department

inner coat pocket, retrieving an envelope from it and held in his

significantly different

Empire and should not be treated as a cheap

Lee, signaling

unfolding the letter paper, Noland Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.