Constructing-Style Wizard

“Chief Officer, how are the other three reconnaissance squads?”

Corporal Mars shook his head slightly, with a hint of regret in his eyes:

“It’s about the same for them. Those three squads were also besieged by the Undead Constructs, and each of them suffered some losses. But fortunately, we’ve cleared the situation on the first underground level of the Grave Vault. Sergeant Alvin Stafford is drawing up a plan to purify the first underground level. We estimate that in about an hour, we’ll return to that area.”

Noland Lee considered for a moment before asking:

“Are the other three Sin Soldiers still alive, besides me?”

The corporal was momentarily taken aback, seemingly surprised by Noland Lee’s concern for the other Sin Soldiers…

“Of the three Sin Soldiers… one died in the battle, while the other two are in the same situation as you – barely alive.”

One Sin Soldier has died… Noland Lee pursed his lips.

Although his duties were somewhat different from those of ordinary Sin Soldiers, he still wished that his fellow Sin Soldier companions could live longer as disposable people…

Corporal Mars didn’t know what Noland Lee was thinking. He raised his hand and pointed outside the tent:

“Come, follow me. Before the formal purification of the first underground level, you still have some preparations to make.”

Noland Lee stood up, put on his blood-stained uniform, and followed the corporal toward the tent flap.

Just before leaving the tent, Corporal Mars paused, thought for half a second, and said:

“Jarvis, during the previous battle, my team members all saw your courage and conviction. In order to better fulfill the Army Commander’s orders, I think it is necessary for you to get acquainted with them…

“I hope you won’t blame the soldier who suggested leaving you behind in the battle since it is the Imperial Army’s standard practice. This doesn’t represent my attitude towards you, nor can it represent the attitude of my team members towards you in the coming period.”action

Noland Lee nodded:

“Yes, Chief Officer. I understand.”

Corporal Mars opened the tent flap.

Noland Lee saw the soldiers outside the door, the very same corporals and privates who had fought the Skeleton Warriors with him before.

As soon as they saw Noland Lee, these soldiers, who had once questioned whether Sin Soldiers could carry the Empire’s glory, cast approving glances at him.

Only one person’s eyes seemed to dodge and were filled with shame.

Noland Lee knew that this man was the soldier who had suggested leaving him behind in the battle.

At this moment, what Noland Lee saw was not a teammate who betrayed his comrades but a qualified soldier who dared to put forward suggestions at a critical moment and strictly abided by the Empire’s military discipline.

Noland Lee could forgive him or pretend to forgive him, harbor resentment in his heart, and seek retaliation when the opportunity arises.

However, Noland Lee survived and fought until the last moment with his own willpower, without relying on the system’s help.

Even Corporal Mars intervened in the matter.

Under such circumstances, Noland Lee had the right to forgive others for their verbal transgressions.

Noland Lee shook hands with each of these soldiers, introducing themselves to each other.

When it was the turn of the soldier with dodging eyes, Noland Lee shook his hand and smiled:

“What do you think? I did pretty well, didn’t I?”

Noland Lee’s smile dissolved some of the knots in the soldier’s heart.

The soldier took a deep breath, sincerely saying:

“Your performance has been impressive. I always thought that Sin Soldiers were merely cowards who disrupted order, a bunch of rats wasting food, but you showed me another side. Please forgive me for my previous inappropriate words; you should not have been left behind. You deserve to enjoy the honor of defeating the enemy. I admit defeat wholeheartedly.”

“I won’t hold a grudge against you for what you said before; please believe me.” Noland Lee wore a faint smile and nodded:

“I am Noland Lee Jarvis, from the South Capital Province. You can still call me Sin Soldier No. 888.”

The soldier shook his right hand firmly:

“I am Private Second Class Corbin, from the Eastern Province. I used to be a horse groomer before joining the army, and I’m the only child in my family… Anyway, it’s an honor to receive your forgiveness, Jarvis.”