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.

thought, including this instance, the Chief Officer had interrupted reporting

as the second hand passed “12” for the fifth time, there was still no sign of the Chief Officer waking

movement from the Chief Officer, Cavado began to contemplate whether or

suddenly raised his head, and small metal spikes flashed across his

chill emanated from Morster’s body, permeating the office space, causing

Officer?” Cavado asked

“Cavado, listen up.”

metal spikes vanished from the metal surface, and

Cavado stood

Morster said:

elite team under his command dedicated to special missions. I want you to go to the personnel archive and collect all the records on Yasde and his subordinates and bring them to me. Note, I want the

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

for a while now, and I won’t be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest. Before I return, you must watch over the files and

Morster emphasized:

importantly, don’t let anyone know that I’ve left temporarily. This is essential. I will come and go quietly, and only you will know that I

Chief Officer.” Cavado’s expression

find the files.” Morster waved

turned to leave

a puddle of silver-white metal

flowed along the ventilation duct of the outpost, quickly reaching the

appearance, transforming from a

metal spike changed direction, aiming

through the night, swiftly flying towards the nearshore waters where extraterrestrial space pollution