After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The future development policy of the Northern Territory has been set, and its core can be summarized in one sentence: develop in a stable manner and build up the war machine of the Northern Territory.

The meeting was brief, but everyone had a lot to prepare. They hurried out, leaving only Oswald and Janet.

"Walk with me for a while."

The Duke rose, leaning on his cane, and the old butler immediately came in and supported his other hand. Jennifer paused for a moment, then followed the Duke.

In my previous life, what kind of existence did I have in this mansion...? And what stories did everyone else experience...?

Why did Elena cry and say to herself that night: "I'm sorry, forgive my greed, Jenny, dancing with three people is still too difficult..."

Jenny couldn't understand these questions, and she wasn't sure if she should ask about the past.

Most of the flowers in the garden had already withered. Jenny subconsciously touched a heavy fruit, and saw the old butler silently retreat, the sound of his cane tapping the floor fading into the distance.

The Duke stopped and turned around, as if he had figured something out.

"In a while, Archbishop John will definitely come to the Northern Territory to meet you. Jane, if he makes you the new saint then, you must not refuse."

"Why, sir?"

Jenny was puzzled. The Duke had already been rejected by the goddess's magic, so he should have been completely opposed to the Church. Why did he still want her to become a saint?

"Because the goddess doesn't need the papacy, it's us humans who need it." Oswald said calmly. "The goddess created you, and she did indeed teach you the means to survive. The goddess's magic is only harmful to me, but beneficial to you."

"The Holy See exists because of humanity. Except for the occasional oracle sent by the goddess every few decades to select heroes, the Holy See serves the survival and development of humanity."

After saying that, Oswald continued walking forward with his cane, and Jenny picked some fruit and quickly followed behind him.

Unlike those religions in my previous life that promoted reincarnation, the idea that going to heaven would bring greater happiness, and that the next life would bring even greater happiness, the Vatican in this world has absolutely no need for those convoluted schemes.

The existence of a goddess with healing magic capable of treating most illnesses is enough to inspire humanity to worship her.

Moreover, apart from the curses she has cast, the goddess has so far only taken action against Oswald, an outsider.

Oswald came here because her world was in trouble, or rather, her people could no longer tolerate the oppression of slavery and feudalism.

Creatures leaping into the future need no gods! Creatures venturing into the universe need no gods!

As the system said, on the scale of the current world, the goddess is indeed supreme, but in the entire universe, and even in dimensions higher than the universe, she is just a slightly more powerful being.

With so many worlds next door, so many colleagues in the system, and hundreds, if not thousands, of new gods cultivated from the hosts every year...

I wonder why I'm still a little angry.

Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, Oswald raised his head and let his thoughts drift.

"Jenny, after you become a saint, you must unite everyone and continue on this path."

……

Time flies, and as September draws to a close, the joyous celebrations in Green Canyon continue.

Having experienced the great panic of the plague, Elena knew that everyone needed a feast to express their emotions, so she sent someone to Harbin to order a large quantity of new-style beer.

With the large amount of supplies seized from the Central District, the "Welcome New Residents Conference" in Green Canyon City was held for dozens of days.

Because of a shortage of manpower, Elena also transferred members of the tax department that she had secretly trained to be responsible for distributing various supplies and people to different regions of the Northern Territory after the banquet.

At first, the soldiers of the Second Regiment thought that an elite guard had come to Green Canyon.

After all, in the entire Northern Territory, apart from Miss Luna's personal guards, they had never seen any other troops with such excellent uniforms.

Compared to the young lady's roses and thorns, these people's uniforms were embroidered with a vicious dragon, its claws holding up scales, while the other hand pressed heavily on the contract, looking incredibly lifelike.

However, when these men didn't draw their exquisite swords but instead plunged into their official duties, skillfully handling all sorts of documents, the soldiers were immediately astonished.

I have this feeling... that the Duke's words, "You are the future of the Northern Territory..." are drifting away from me!

Others are skilled in both literature and martial arts, while we are just a bunch of brutes.

At the banquet, watching the people singing and dancing around the bonfire, Federico sat on a haystack in the corner, picked up a large wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, but his mind was immersed in his plans for the future.

It seems that the opportunity to become a personal guard is rare and hard to come by. If you want to advance in the Northern Army, you still have to study culture diligently.

Federico let out a burp. He decided that from now on, he would fight anyone who looked down on Commander Red. Commander Red would be his role model and his goal to learn from!

One song after another drifted into the room. Elena picked up her teacup and kicked the naked, white-haired female elf who was lying on the ground, sobering up.

The Duke forgot the elf, and so did Janice. But the elf had a good memory; she hadn't forgotten their promise and insisted on waiting for Oswald to write several books for her before she would leave.

At first, Elena was unwilling to engage with the elves, after all, asking a blind person to write a book was a bit of a stretch. Even if the Duke were willing to keep his promise, it wouldn't be completed in a short time.

Unfortunately, this elf was extremely fond of alcohol and liked to act crazy when drunk. His appearance after drinking was very indecent, which greatly tempted the young men in the military camp, forcing Elena to personally take action to capture this exhibitionist.

After kicking a few more times, the elf slowly woke up, sticking out its tongue and asking, "Is the writing finished?"

Elena calmly sipped her tea. "I'll tell you again, His Majesty the Duke has gone blind and is temporarily unable to write a book for you."

Clinging to the desk, the elf stood up groggily, glanced at his bare body, and then silently clutched his chest and squatted down again.

"What's so hard about curing blindness? Have you ever heard of the soil the goddess bestowed upon the dwarves in the land of the dwarves, which can revive flesh and blood?"

She quickly stood up, tossed the clothes hanging on the hanger to the elf, and replied briefly, "The Duke is rejected by the goddess and can't use them."

"Oh, yes, he seems to have become undead." The elf nodded, then tripped and fell to the ground while putting on his clothes, his hands and feet getting stuck and he began to wriggle on the floor. "However, that mud shouldn't be the power of this goddess now; perhaps it will work."

Upon hearing this, Elena grabbed her and said, "What do you mean? Is there another goddess?"

"Yes, I don't know about the Mechanical God; it's probably something someone made up. But the old monsters at the top of the Elf Kingdom all know that the goddess who created us is the third goddess of this world, and her power is life, so her full name is the Goddess of Life."

The light, airy words made Elena's heart stop beating for a moment. She first grabbed her skirt, turned her head to think for a while, and then, seeing that the elf still couldn't get dressed properly, she couldn't bear to watch and stepped in to help.

The black gemstone on her earlobe jingled as she anxiously asked, "Explain clearly, tell me everything about the goddess in detail."

After freeing its hands and feet, the elf scratched its body.

"You humans have no common sense! I've already said the goddess is the goddess of life. Does that mean life existed from the very beginning?"

"Put on your skirt first, then slowly pull up your underwear," the elf said, scratching the gap as she explained to Elena in a disjointed manner.

"The first goddess was called the Goddess of Laws. It is said that she didn't even have a physical appearance. She stabilized the laws of this world. We elves speculate that the origin of the magic system may have been created by the Goddess of Laws, and our ability to achieve immortality may also be related to her power."

"After the Goddess of Laws left, the second was the Goddess of Nature, whose appearance is unknown, but she probably has a physical form. Nowadays, most creatures use the power of the natural system, and we speculate that the soil obtained by the dwarves is a product of the Goddess of Nature's power."

"This world now belongs to the goddess of life who created life. Although she has departed, a new god has not yet descended. Our internal calculations suggest that the next god will symbolize wisdom or the end. It's like flipping a coin—either new life or destruction."

"But what does this have to do with us elves? Most of us have lived long enough."

The elf shrugged, unconcerned. She licked her lips, picked up Elena's teacup, and gulped it down.

Elena remained silent for a long time. Even at the Central Academy, no teacher had ever popularized this kind of knowledge. Or rather, most humans were completely unaware of it.

Who is preventing the spread of divine knowledge?

Damn it, what do these elves do all day? Don't they know that this knowledge is very important to all races?

After a long pause, Alini finally spoke softly, "What's your name?"

"We elves don't have names, and no elf remembers other people's names, but I do have a title." As he said this, the elf, who was basically expressionless, suddenly became proud.

In the long lifespan of an elf, names have long lost their original purpose. Currently, most elves do not have names, except for those that have acquired titles due to some significant news.

For example, there's the "Bean-Picking Master" who continuously picks at his beans for three months, the "Handstand Person" who achieved eleven years of walking on his hands, and the "Corruption Spirit" who successfully grew mushrooms on his own body...

And she is also an elf with a unique title!

"Remember my title, human, I am the Soothsayer of Dragon Roots from the Elven Kingdom!"

Alene slowly tilted her head, as if trying to pour out the words that had just entered her ears. What had she just heard?

However, before she could speak, a soldier's report came from outside the door.

"My lord, urgent military intelligence! Marquis Herder of the Central District has assembled an army of 24,000 men and is heading towards Green Gorge City!"