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

passed “12” for the fifth

and seeing no movement from the Chief Officer, Cavado began

head, and small metal spikes flashed across his exposed

body, permeating the office space, causing

Officer?” Cavado

“Cavado, listen up.”

from the metal surface, and

Cavado

Morster said:

an 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

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

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

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

Officer.” Cavado’s

files.” Morster waved his hand, dismissing

to leave the Chief

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

duct of the outpost,

appearance, transforming

direction, aiming towards the northeastern

metal spike accelerated, speeding through the night, swiftly flying towards the