Constructing-Style Wizard

[System Message: You consumed 13 energy points to launch Deconstruction on

“Division Intelligence Unit Three member-Sully”.]

[Deconstruction Success!]

[The completion of your Deconstruction of “Sully” has risen from 0% to 22%.]

[You have obtained the following Deconstruction results:]

[1. Partial Panel Information:]

[Name] Sully

[Age] 24 years old

[Gender] Female

[Place of Birth] Southern Province?Ator Valley

[Identity] Division Intelligence Unit Three.Medical Department.Senior Medical

Nursing Staff

[Attributes] Toughness: 8

Agility: 12

Spirit: 11

Charm: 24

[Features]

Loyal and Law-Abiding, Unwavering Loyalty, Gentle and Wise, Understanding and Reasonable

[Skills]

Insufficient Deconstruction Completion, unable to acquire related information.

[2. You’ve obtained “Sully’s” recent significant memory fragments:]

[First fragment:]

[“Received orders from Division Intelligence Unit Two, you have been assigned a special mission, Sully. You must get close to Noland Lee Jarvis and establish an explicit intimate relationship with him. If you can accomplish this mission, your father who lost both legs will receive a pair of prosthetic limbs. This is a kindness bestowed upon you by the Imperial Intelligence Division. “]

[Second fragment:]

[The image in the center is your face.]

[Sully murmurs to herself: “He’s not as terrifying as I imagined… maybe marrying him would be a good outcome.”]

[Third fragment: ]

[The image shows you delivering warm water back and forth in the stairwell to Sully.]

[Sully murmurs to herself: “I assumed men were reckless and careless. But Jarvis has proved me wrong. His gentleness and consideration melt into my heart like honey. “]

(Excluding numerous romantic brain fragments)

It looks like the troublemaker is indeed from Division Intelligence Unit Two.

To keep me, a Sin Soldier, in check, they’ve really gone to great lengths.

Poor Sully.

Whether it’s her appearance, habits, way of thinking or even her panel information, she is the ideal type to settle down with.

What a shame.

I am determined to leave the Suffering Boundary Land.

Atter I escape the suttering, Sully’s task Will be torcibly halted, and her tamer’s treatment will also be discontinued.

Suffering doesn’t disappear, it just gets transferred.

This damnable phenomenon is as unshakeable as truth.

Eight o’clock in the evening.

The clouds in the sky masked the starry night and moonlight.

Fortunately, there were streetlights on both sides of the road to light the way home.

Two figures strolled leisurely down the road, their shadows often merging into one.

“My dormitory is just ahead. Would you like to come up for a while?”

Sully pointed bashfully and expectantly towards the dormitory building not far away, her eyes meeting Noland’s.

Noland looked up, his gaze following the road towards the direction Sully was pointing, unnoticeably sweeping over several individuals whose Deconstruction Consumption was abnormal.

Those individuals were concealing themselves well, appearing no different from the ordinary soldiers and passerby, but their Energy Point requirement for Deconstruction gave them away.

They were probably the intelligence personnel Division Intelligence Unit Two had sent to monitor Sully, their goal being to confirm that Sully had completed her task.

Noland gave Sully a smile:

“I’m joining the army to Grave 717 tomorrow. But…l find it hard to refuse your invitation.”

Sully was momentarily captivated by Noland’s smile, then she lowered her head blushing and led the way ahead.

Noland lightly inquired:

“Sully, what do you think the Empire would be like if the Undead Cult wasn’t causing chaos?”

Sully looked up towards the street light and blinked:

“Hmm… I haven’t really thought about that.”

“Let’s imagine it then.” Noland raised his arms and slowly gestured in front of him:

“You wake up from your bed at dawn. Outside your window, there are no stern-faced soldiers of the Empire, but ordinary people like you who get up early to work. You don’t have to hurriedly gobble up breakfast due to the morning bugle. Sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and slowly savoring the hot tea and breakfast is indeed a perfect start to the day.

“The news that the newspapers present is not about the Death Herald Guild’s destruction or killings, or the disturbs caused by Division Intelligence Unit Two. You would read about minor everyday occurrences in the newspaper, as if there’s no more big news in the world for the media to pay attention to…”

As Noland walked, he painted a picture for Sully of a peaceful and stable society.

As a traveler himself, Noland knew very well what such a society is like although there’s still injustice and imbalance, in most situations, a diligent, honest, and reliable person would indeed be rewarded for their hard work.

Then look at this messy Tatis Empire.

The Emperor sits in the resplendent royal court, looking down upon the world from his throne made of gold.

The entire Empire, from top to bottom, must comply with his will.

If there is defiance, they will be punished as sinners.

Everywhere manifests his tyranny and prestige.

Honestly, in the short time since he had crossed over, words like “glory” ,

“duty”, and “for the emperor” had been heard by Noland Lee so much that his ears were almost calloused.

This was a cage oppressing to the extreme, making him, a bird from outside the cage that once breathed freedom and peace, feel extremely uncomfortable.

“Does the life you describe really exist, Noland Lee?”

Sully pushes the door open, places her bag on the table, slumps on the chair, her eyes vacant:

“As long as you work hard, you don’t have to worry about essentials and there are no disturbances from the undead. Is there really such a peaceful and happy

However, Noland Lee didn’t immediately answer Sully’s question.

He squints slightly, meticulously studying Sully’s single dormitory room.

In this roughly 25 square meter small room, there are a square table, a chair, and a bed. A wardrobe and a washing room are in the corner.

The room layout is a bit crude, but virtuous Sully has decorated it very nicely. It was not only clean and spotless, but there were also some cute and small plants and ornaments.

Deconstruction technique swept over everything in sight.

Everywhere that Noland Lee could see, was fully explored by his deconstruction technique.

There were no such black technologies as eavesdropping devices or CCTV cameras.

Taking into account the level of scientific research in microelectronics in the Tatis Empire, it wasn’t enough to invent any decent eavesdropping devices.

“It’s windy, Sully, I’ll close the window.”

Noland Lee walks over to the bed, closes the window, and draws the curtain.

The deconstruction technique followed his gaze, sweeping over the streets and alleys.

Just now, those few Military Intelligence Department Personnel who were monitoring Sully had basically withdrawn. Only two of them were on the street, paying attention to Sully’s movements here. Noland Lee glances at the Personal Panel.

Energy Points: 3/15.

Before he closed the curtains, he threw his deconstruction technique at an Intelligence Officer 2 below.

[System Message: You spent 2 energy points to use “deconstruction” on

“unknown name Military Intelligence Department special agent”.] [Deconstruction successful!]

[You have acquired a relatively important memory fragment:]

[ “Our target been hooked… Number 1, Number 2, you two stay here and continue to keep an eye on the target, then withdraw after half an hour. The rest of you, leave now. Everyone rest well tonight, report to me tomorrow morning, there’s a new task.”]

Noland Lee glanced at the characters in his mind, his eyebrows raised slightly, he settled in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Sully in a daze.

The other party was still immersed in the beautiful vision described by Noland

Lee.

Noland Lee walked over with a smile:

“It’s very late, Sully, we should exchange each other’s deepest secrets now… ”

Sully came back to her senses, her cheeks flushing, she lowered her head with a blush. “Hmm.”

“Click! ”

Noland Lee pulls out a pre-prepared notebook from his pocket and places it on the table, shattering Sully’s pleasant dream with a crisp sound.

Sully was stunned and confused, she dumbly looked at the notebook in front of her. The cover read “Ancient Tatis History Research Notes”.

She opened her mouth slightly, stammering speechlessly.

“Noland…wha-what…what are you…are you going to give me a lecture tonight?

Study new knowledge?”

Yes, new knowledge, not new posture… Noland Lee smiles:

“Hehehe Sully, I told you, before I joined the army, I was a history assistant teacher. In my spare time, I had a curious idea.”

A disappointed expression flashed across Sully’s face, followed by a faint dissatisfaction.

Her chest rose and fell a few times, and she pouted:

“Do you have to bring up your curious idea at this time?” “Time is pressing, Sully. I’m leaving for Grave 717 tomorrow.”

“Then you’re not doing what you should be doing!”

“Calm down, Sully, calm down. What I’m about to do is what I should be doing.”

Noland Lee opens the notebook, takes out the papers clipped inside, and spreads them on the table.

Sully was drawn by this action, she took a slight breath, her expression turned to curiosity:

“What’s this? Deck area, discard area, hand area…

“I was idle during these days, so I researched a set of card games based on the ancient Tatis dynasty. I named it ‘Ancient Tatis Confrontation Card’.”

Noland Lee shook the notebook onto the table, dropping many simplistic cards from the book.

Sully flipped through the cards on the table one by one, muttering:

“Card? …Is it like the poker cards often seen in pubs? …No no no. Poker cards only have one number representing size, but your cards have several numbers, obviously not poker cards.”

Sully blinked, looking at Noland Lee with adoring eyes, she asked:

“Did you create a card game by yourself?”

“Yes, Sully.” Noland Lee nodded solemnly:

“This is a complete rule, fair and reasonable, easy to start but difficult to master, suitable for all ages, a new type of card game, completely designed by me, inspired by the history textbooks. Come on, Sully, let me tell you the rules. I’ve been wanting to play a game with someone.”

Noland Lee unblushingly and confidently named himself the chief designer of this set of cards.

But only he knew, the game this set of cards imitated, was the well-known

“Gwent Card”.

Changing the commander, soldiers, field cards, and skill cards in “Gwent Card” into ancient Tatis materials, wouldn’t it be “ancient Tatis confrontation card”?

A card game like this, with simple rules but a certain depth, definitely could send Sully to sleep.

In this way, a bitter experience that would feel good at the time, but leave a wound on Sully afterward, would be resolved invisibly.

At this moment, Sully was completely immersed in reading the rules.

Noland Lee looked at the beauty who was within his reach and sighed in secret.

He still couldn’t take that definitive step towards complete villainy.

Ever since he crossed over, he has lied, set traps, even schemed against others, but that was all in response to others oppressing him, or it was against sinister and despicable enemies.

Using his relationship with Sully to show his submission to the empire is a

point that Noland Lee can still accomplish.

But to allow him to leave an “incurable” scar on Sully, Noland Lee could only say that it contradicted his principles..