Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 396: 141. Noland, hit me~

Translator: 549690339

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.

Upon careful thought, including this instance, the Chief Officer had interrupted reporting six times tonight.

Cavado glanced at the wall clock and as the second hand passed “12” for the fifth time, there was still no sign of the Chief Officer waking up across the table.

Five minutes passed, and seeing no movement from the Chief Officer, Cavado began to contemplate whether or not to wake him up.

At that moment, Morster suddenly raised his head, and small metal spikes flashed across his exposed metal surface like waves.

A chill emanated from Morster’s body, permeating the office space, causing Cavado to involuntarily shiver.

“Chief Officer?” Cavado asked confusedly.

“Cavado, listen up.”

The small metal spikes vanished from the metal surface, and Morster’s voice became cold and deep.

“Yes, Chief Officer.” Cavado stood up straight.

Morster said:

“There’s a lieutenant in Intelligence Department 6 named Yasde, who has 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 to me. Note, I want the original files.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.”

“I’m leaving 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 not let anyone touch them or enter my office.”

Morster emphasized:

“Most 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 ever left. If the news leaks, I’ll have you to answer for it, understand?”

“Yes, Chief Officer.” Cavado’s expression was serious.

“Go find the files.” Morster waved his hand, dismissing his subordinate.

Cavado saluted and turned to leave the Chief Officer’s office.

Morster’s body rapidly melted into a puddle of silver-white metal liquid, flowing out of the office through the ventilation duct.

The metal liquid flowed along the ventilation duct of the outpost, quickly reaching the exterior.

It hovered in the air, changing its appearance, transforming from a soft liquid into a sharp metal spike.

The metal spike changed direction, aiming towards the northeastern sky.

The metal spike accelerated, speeding through the night, swiftly flying towards the nearshore waters where extraterrestrial space pollution had appeared.

Nearshore waters, somewhere.

The continuous night of drizzle was coming to an end, and weak morning light appeared in the sky.

An alchemy ship over 100 meters long arrived in these waters and met with Noland Lee and the others who were waiting.

This was the closest alchemy ship to these waters. It came here as soon as it received the news, and more alchemy ships would arrive afterward.

The appearance of the alchemy ship was unique, a standard tetrahedron, almost like a pyramid.

It was entirely iron-grey, with no gaps on the exterior.

When sailing, it hovered one or two meters above the sea surface, cushioned by an alchemy array at the bottom, without directly touching the water.

This alchemy vessel, resembling a metal pyramid, was a ship of the Golden Commerce Guild.

On each ship, an Alchemy Sage served as the commander, accompanied by around a hundred combat alchemists as crew.

These alchemists were different from Esme Smith; they were primarily combat alchemists with extensive experience in sea warfare, usually hunting powerful sea beasts in deep-sea areas.

The sea vessels of the Golden Commerce Guild were more than just “ships.” They were actually the Sage Space of the ship’s commander, expanded from Sage Particles.

When not on a mission, each alchemy ship would be retracted into Sage Particles and carried by the alchemy sage.

Only when there were combat missions would the alchemy sage place the Sage Particles on the sea surface and use an alchemy array to expand them, forming the Sage Space to act as an alchemy ship.

This alchemy vessel, which was called a ship but was actually a Sage Space, had something in common with modern warships on the technological side.

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