Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 120 - 120: 82. Escape the Natural Barrier_2

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“This is a headache for me, Jarvis. I am well aware that in the entire ‘Broken Coffin’ plan, aside from the soldiers fighting on the front lines, you and I are the ones bearing the greatest pressure and responsibility. We are both learning the Undead Runes and enduring the suspicion and doubt of our Imperial colleagues while risking our lives in the face of the ever-looming ‘Death Storm.’ If the ‘Broken Coffin’ plan succeeds, you should enjoy the honor with us. But how can we clear your name and allow you to legitimately embrace victory…”

Captain Murphy furrowed her brow, took a puff of her cigarette, and fell into thought. After a long time, she said:

“…I’ll find a way, Jarvis, I’ll find a way. In the Empire, only the Emperor can pardon someone’s sins. When the plan succeeds, I will emphasize your contributions in the report. If all goes well, the Emperor might absolve your debts and erase your sins, returning you a clean life.”

Noland Lee nodded and said:

“Thank you, Chief Officer…Why do you care so much about me, a Sin Soldier?

To be honest, I am a bit flattered.”

Captain Murphy shifted her center of gravity backward, leaned on the chair, and fell silent for a few seconds. Her eyes flickered, and her expression cycled between complex and calm.

She sighed gently and said:

“You don’t need to know the reason, Jarvis. I’m just following my heart, wanting to do something within my power that can change the Empire. In fact, I don’t know if I can clear your name, just like I don’t know where the Empire is headed…Alright, let’s stop here. You go get ready. I hope you come back safely.” “Alright, Chief Officer.” Noland Lee nodded, saluted, and turned to leave the tent.

The tent returned to silence.

Captain Murphy opened the personal file in front of her, looked at the word “Sin Soldier” on it, and fell into thought.

As Captain Murphy felt a headache coming on, Noland Lee stood outside the tent, facing the overcast sky, and sighed silently in his heart.

Clearing his name?

Ah, nevermind.

Noland Lee knew how difficult this would be.

Unless the Emperor personally issued an order, it would be impossible to clear his name written in the files.

That’s more than three million New Solon Currency.

The Weston Group would never allow such a debt to be canceled.

Who could come up with so much money to help a debtor pay off his debts?

Either way, Noland Lee had no hope of clearing his name.

Captain Murphy had good intentions, but it didn’t mean she could accomplish good deeds.

Rather than relying on her, it’s better to rely on oneself.

Noland Lee steadied his mind and looked around, noticing Corporal Mars, who was chatting with someone.

“Jarvis, you’re out.”

Corporal Mars had already recovered his calm after a brief period of distress.

He terminated the conversation and walked towards Noland Lee:

“Come with me. I’ll take you to get armed. The team will be setting off in a little while.”

“Alright, Chief Officer, lead the way.” Noland Lee walked beside him.

Corporal Mars began to explain as they walked:

“I just heard someone say that Lieutenant Slyke Thompson mentioned the issue of your personal stain right in front of you. Don’t worry, your contribution is undeniable, and no one can take it away. Lieutenant Slyke Thompson suggested that I should modify the Undead Runes, which would have cost me my life. I, who have only studied modern literature and education, do not know ancient languages.”

Corporal Mars’s tone turned bitter.

Truly, it’s dangerous to have inexperienced people giving orders.

Modern literature and ancient language may appear to be related and not too different.

After seeing Mars’s personal resume, Lieutenant Slyke Thompson naturally assumed that the other party could master ancient languages.

Isn’t this forcing something onto someone?

Ah, lack of professional knowledge combined with blind direction can indeed be fatal.

Corporal Mars grumbled all the way until they entered the tent where armor and firearms were stored. He finally suppressed the complaint in his heart and began to talk about the matter at hand.

“I’ve learned from the elite squad members that the Undead Fleet is transporting high-quality Death Magic Stones containing highly pure Death Energy. Uh, you probably don’t know what Death Energy is yet, do you? No worries. I’ll give you a simple explanation.”

Corporal Mars said:

“Military Academy teaches this:

“With the proper magic, energy corresponding to natural phenomena can be extracted. ”

“For example, the Undead Cult is skilled in extracting Death Energy from the dead. Some practitioners of the Shadow Arts can extract Shadow Energy from areas where sunlight does not reach. No matter what kind of energy it is, proper magic must be used to utilize it correctly. As for how it is specifically done, I don’t know since the Academy never taught it.”

Corporal Mars raised his arm, pointing to a black silhouette on the edge of the northern sky:

“That Undead Fleet set sail from the Undead Cult’s hinterland in the south and has been sailing northward ever since. Their destination is likely the massive mountain at the far north called ‘Blade Mountain Range.’ That place belongs to the other legions of the Empire and is where the fighting is most intense. For many years, our Imperial Army has been competing with the Undead Cult for the underground tombs and narrow passes on the mountain range.” Noland Lee followed the direction Corporal Mars was pointing. The Blade Mountain Range was indeed worthy of its name, “Blade..”