Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 396: 141. Noland, hit me~

Tatis Empire, Suffering Borderland, a secret outpost of Division Intelligence Unit Two.

Approaching dawn, the sky was just turning bright, a perfect time for sleep, yet inside the secret outpost, it was bustling with activity.

Footsteps hurried and chaotic, typewriters clattering. Smoke from cigarettes lingered in the air, swirling under the glow of coal lamps.

In the spacious office room, several rows of desks were filled with documents, with people coming and going in the aisles.

Just on the other side of the wall, in the Acting Commander’s office, Lieutenant Cavado was reporting to his superior.

“Chief Officer, our intelligence personnel embedded within the Death Herald Guild have sent a secret letter. There’s been a fierce debate within the Guild…”

Not allowing Cavado to finish speaking, the Morster with his silvery metallic face shield lifted a metal palm, signaling the other to stop.

Cavado closed his mouth, stood up straight, and waited patiently in place.

Morster wore a silver-white metal face shield and slightly lowered his head, seemingly dozing off in the chair.

Curiosity flashed in Cavado’s eyes. This was not the first time he had seen such a scene tonight.

Throughout the past half-hour, he had hardly been able to speak before being interrupted by his superior.

The Chief Officer himself seemed to be asleep, maintaining a bowed posture for about two to three minutes before straightening up and recovering.

Cavado didn’t know what this phenomenon signified, but he felt that tonight’s Chief Officer was strange.

instance, the Chief Officer had interrupted

the fifth time, there was

from the Chief Officer, Cavado began to contemplate whether or not to

his head, and small metal spikes flashed across his exposed metal surface

from Morster’s body, permeating the office space,

Cavado asked

“Cavado, listen up.”

from the metal surface, and Morster’s voice became

Cavado

Morster said:

special missions. I want you to go to the personnel archive and collect all the

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

earliest. Before I return, you must watch over the files and not let anyone touch them or

Morster emphasized:

quietly, and only you will know that

Cavado’s expression was

Morster waved his hand,

to

melted into a puddle of silver-white metal liquid, flowing out

ventilation duct of the outpost, quickly

the air, changing its appearance, transforming from a soft liquid

spike changed direction,

swiftly flying towards the nearshore waters where