After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As June arrived, warm and humid air finally entered the northern territory, bringing several heavy rains.

Temperatures are rising and the sun is shining brightly again, bringing a vibrant scene to the vast fields. Wheat in large tracts of farmland is growing well, foreshadowing a bountiful harvest.

Thanks to the hard work of the workers, the city of Harbin has been revitalized, the streets have become neat and clean, and the renovation of the houses is nearing completion.

Meanwhile, the alchemists in the industrial zone finally mastered cement, and Oswald ordered the workers to learn how to build the production line, preparing to officially begin construction of the cement road in the second half of the year.

The first route is from Bingcheng to Kuogucheng.

At the same time that the magic crystal within Oswald disappeared, and his entire skeleton turned purplish-black, undergoing a frenzied evolution into a black-boned chicken, Red, along with the knights and militia, transported the bones of the Undying Serpent back piece by piece.

The alchemists' eyes turned green with envy; this was a top-tier magical material, the kind that was priceless and unavailable!

The many experiments conducted by our predecessors can finally be verified!

The people were more simple and honest; aside from joining in the fun, they had no other thoughts and kept praising the Duke's bravery.

Then the bards seized what was said to be the only eyewitness at the time, a scout whose face turned red, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The scout was heartbroken. In that situation, who could see clearly? I turned around and the immortal python collapsed. Moreover, the commander forbade us to tell anyone about the Duke's serious injury. My glorious feat of saving the Duke could no longer be passed down as a story...

Oswald ordered Red to first reassemble the bones of the immortal python, leave them untreated for the time being, and display them in the square so that the public could also have a sense of participation.

In no time, the square became the children's favorite playground, which made the alchemists feel a pang of heartache, like wronged women.

Don't jump! Don't step on it! Don't get it dirty! That's a treasure...

With his bones healed, Oswald is now able to work sitting down, which has relieved a lot of pressure on Eleanor.

Inside the office, Oswald was reviewing a report on iron ore mining when old George arrived with a smug grin, presenting Oswald with an exquisitely carved pipe as if it were a treasure.

Oswald leisurely sized him up. Given old George's habit of not coming to the temple without a reason, he was most likely there for the python bones.

"Speak, what is it?"

"Um..." Old George's eyes darted around as he picked at his fingers and said, "Well, could I have a piece of the bone?"

Oswald put down the report and smiled wryly. "What would a carpenter like you need that for?"

"I don't like hearing that!" Old George retorted arrogantly, "My ancestors had a craft that could forge elven wood into the finest weapons. Do you know what they used as chisels? Black crystal! I can't guarantee anything else, but when it comes to weapon making, I'm miles ahead of those blacksmiths. Just trust me..."

Old George went on and on, insisting that Oswald give him a few bones to prove his craftsmanship, and that the finished weapon be returned to Oswald free of charge, without charging any processing fees.

"Alright, alright, here's a piece of rib I cut off, you can take it."

"The ribs won't do. I've already examined the old man. The skull is the best, the spine is second best. We need to forge the finest weapon..."

After being nagged by old George again, Oswald finally couldn't stand his persistent nagging and gave him a document allowing him to use a tooth to forge two swords and see how it went.

Old George left in high spirits, only to be caught by the alchemists as soon as he stepped outside. The group, in a desperate act, ran towards the square like madmen.

At my age, I'm not afraid of falling...

Oswald glanced at them through the window, shook his head with a wry smile, picked up his pipe, and examined it closely.

Then, Elena, who appeared out of nowhere, confiscated the tools used in the crime.

Oswald was suffering in his heart, but he dared not say it.

"Your Grace, this is a message from the capital. Please take a look."

Meanwhile, in the royal city, the long-awaited wedding ceremony finally began, and the city was filled with a sea of ​​celebration.

As it turns out, anyone who takes anything to the extreme is no pushover.

Take, for example, the scandal queen Barbara; she seduced many men, yet she still became queen.

On this day, countless men wept bitterly, secretly hiding in the crowd, just to catch one last glimpse of Barbara, only to watch helplessly as the wedding procession entered the palace.

Luna simply couldn't understand their thought process, just as she couldn't understand why so many women were rushing to offer themselves to the hero's bed.

In the royal palace hall, Luna remained silent, simply eating her meal. The atmosphere in the royal city was too free; she still preferred the conservatism of the northern territories and enjoyed watching their clandestine rendezvous.

Just like an older woman and a young man falling in love, they are not openly allowed to be together in the northern territory, but in the royal city, it is a free love that can be widely publicized.

The Duke, with red eyes, was drowning his sorrows in alcohol and wouldn't eat a single bite of food. To avoid wasting food, Luna simply grabbed the leg of lamb from his table.

Then, while munching on the food, he glanced at the people around him.

The king and queen do not appear in the main hall. According to tradition, they will prepare in the main hall and then receive audiences from different groups of people of different status in the kingdom.

Luna couldn't find the hero Thorne; he's probably gotten involved in some unexpected event again, or maybe he's just looking for trouble.

However, based on Luna's deduction, the thief most likely slipped into Princess Diana's bedroom, because she discovered that Lilith was not in the hall either.

The saintess, on the other hand, sat dignifiedly opposite Luna, her expression somber, lost in thought.

Luna waved her lamb leg in greeting, and Saint Maria looked up, appearing somewhat haggard, and gave her a slight nod.

"Young Miss, I have shortlisted several of the students you asked me to find. Would you like to meet them in person?" Count Morpheus, sitting behind Luna, quietly stepped forward to remind her.

Luna remained calm, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "Give me the list, and don't ask me any more questions about this matter."

By the time the banquet ended, it was already evening.

Luna and other nobles were the first to make preparations and lined up to go to the main hall.

This time, Luna didn't need to wear a skirt. The Charles family was a military aristocracy, so their formal attire was closer to military dress. However, Luna's outfit was made of better material, with small thorns and roses embroidered all over the hem. With her ponytail tied up and a sword at her waist, she did look quite dashing.

The main hall doors were pushed open by the guards. Under the watchful eyes of the golden-armored guards on both sides, Luna, standing in the first row, along with two other dukes and a large number of richly dressed nobles, walked in unison to the king and queen who were sitting high on the throne, and bowed in unison to congratulate them.

"Hahaha." Frank, crowned and holding a scepter, appeared delighted, waving his hand triumphantly and declaring, "Rise!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After the ceremony, Luna stepped forward, about to say a few auspicious words, when Frank interrupted her by striking the ground heavily with his scepter.

Luna looked up in confusion. What kind of trouble was Frank up to now? Hurry up and finish this, take your beautiful wife and go back to sleep!

Frank raised an eyebrow at her, took out a bag of gold coins, and said playfully, "Luna, you name it, I'll give you whatever I think is right. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Ha, who are you underestimating!

Luna was immediately filled with fighting spirit. "I'll take all the auspicious words today, and no one can stop me!"

However, such a joyous occasion is always bound to be disrupted by someone.

Before Luna could even speak, a series of sobbing sounds reached everyone's ears.

All eyes turned to the person crying, and they discovered that it was the twenty-six-year-old Duke of the Eastern Territory, Dale, who had just inherited the title last year.

Luna was speechless. No, you've really mastered the art of flattery, even going so far as to act all excited and crying.

On the throne, Frank silently looked at Queen Barbara, who remained motionless like a statue, seemingly oblivious to the weeping below.

Frank suppressed his displeasure and said, "Duke Dale, what is it that makes you cry? If you have any grievances, I can avenge you."

The king offered a way out, but Dale had no intention of giving the king face. He immediately knelt on the ground, wailing, "Your Majesty, I congratulate you on your marriage! I have no other request, but I only hope to be granted a handkerchief that belonged to the Queen, so that I may remember her whenever I see it, and sever all thoughts of her!"

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent. Frank, enraged, stood up, grabbed his scepter, pointed it at Dale, and hesitated several times before speaking.

Luna's eyes lit up; she realized her chance to make money had arrived.

She stepped out of the line, bowed to Frank, and shouted, "Your Majesty, Duke Dale has spoken disrespectfully. Please order his immediate execution!"

"What?!" The nobles panicked immediately, and Dale was even more flustered. He quickly turned to look at Frank, only to see that Frank's face had returned to calm, as if he was considering the feasibility of the matter.

Dale couldn't stay kneeling any longer. He stood up, pointed at Luna, and yelled, "Who do you think you are, daring to frame me!"

"You're not worthy to frame me!" Luna glared and shouted sharply, gripping her sword hilt tightly. "If you dare to slander His Majesty or the Queen again today, I'll have your head rolled in the next second."

"You! You..."

Dell trembled with rage, but the next moment a sharp blade flashed from its sheath.

"What? You want to test the sharpness of the Charles family's sword?!"

The blade flashed coldly, and Dale fell silent instantly. He then realized that Luna wasn't threatening him at all, and judging from the king's increasingly satisfied expression, he didn't seem to intend to stop this farce.

Under such pressure, Dale could only slide to his knees and bow again, daring not to mention the handkerchief again.

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong and will never dare to do it again."

Frank smirked, secretly pleased. "Hmm, this won't happen again."

With the Duke of Dale setting an example for everyone, the remaining nobles dared not utter any more disrespectful words and all obediently offered their blessings.

Before leaving, Frank personally stepped down and placed the bag of gold coins heavily in Luna's hands, saying gently, "When the Duke has time, please invite him to visit the palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After receiving the money, Luna didn't forget her brother's instructions and went straight out of the palace back to the Duke's mansion in the royal city. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she used the list prepared by Earl Morpheus to summon several students from impoverished families that very night.

Luna slept until the next morning when she heard that something had happened at the palace again the day before. A magician had infiltrated the party and caused a ruckus in the palace, intending to take Queen Barbara away, but was killed by the hero with a single sword strike.

Having no time to deal with this matter, Luna ordered her men to pack their bags and immediately set off back to the Northern Territory.

On this trip to the capital, apart from the tasks her brother had entrusted to her, she accomplished almost nothing.

It's mainly because of that scoundrel King Frank, who insisted she live in the palace, leaving her with no free time.

The attempt to win over Leia came to nothing, and the task of visiting other powerful figures was left to the two counts. His only social interaction was as a companion to that scoundrel...

No wonder my brother didn't want me to come; this royal city is truly boring.