After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"With a slender, jade-like hand raised and her red lips lightly bitten, she began to slowly loosen the sash at her chest. Her jade-like cleavage was revealed, releasing a fragrant aroma. Her thin, gauze-like dress slipped off, and with a sway of her slender waist, she exuded captivating charm..."

"However, our bishop remained steadfast in his principles. Faced with such springtime beauty, he remained calm and prayed to the woman with his arms clasped, saying: 'Succubus, though you can enter my dreams, you cannot disturb my heart.'"

"The succubus just smiled, and the succubus patterns on her abdomen glowed faintly... Don't worry about the patterns yet, I'll draw them for you later."

She said: "God has given you a human body and endowed you with the instinct to reproduce. Since you have things that bring you pleasure, why do you throw them away? Give them to me, and I will make you happier than if you were in heaven."

The bishop scoffed and proclaimed: "Heaven or hell, what does it matter? As long as my heart is sincere, I would gladly endure a lifetime of asceticism. What does it matter if I'm happy or unhappy? Divine gifts are meant to be passed down. Why should they be such inconvenient things!"

"Upon hearing this, the succubus flew into a rage. In her dream, she could do whatever she wanted. So she unleashed her domain, and flowers bloomed with every step she took as she walked toward the bishop. The air became humid and sweet, and soft, melodious sounds constantly bombarded the bishop's mind."

"The bishop's vision blurred, and suddenly, he saw it, he saw it! That pale body had transformed into her likeness. When he looked again, the succubus's blushing, wanton face was nowhere to be seen; all that remained was the freckled girl's shy and helpless expression."

"Succubus! How dare you disturb my resolve!" The bishop was already in a panic, the past seemed like smoke, and even though he repeatedly told himself that she was gone, that he had lost her forever, his body, his body's instincts, suddenly erupted!

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, the succubus flashed and wrapped her arms around the bishop, her innocent face concealing an uncontrollable flutter of excitement."

"Her warm body pressed down against him, and all notions of theology, religion, and civility were utterly shattered by this one blow! One can only say, 'What a beautiful sight—the mountain peach blossoms bloom all over him…'"

Just as the story reached its climax, a messenger rushed over and announced loudly, "Duke, Lord Cage has arrived."

"Oh, really?"

The story ends abruptly. On the construction site, Oswald put down his pickaxe, stood up expressionlessly, dusted off his trousers, and strode out of the crowd.

But the next second, seven or eight strong hands grabbed him, and when he turned around, he saw seven or eight gloomy faces with red faces and thick necks.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Mind your manners! I'm the Duke, don't interfere with my work."

"You still know you're a duke? Which duke? You tell us those kinds of stories every day during lunch break," a burly man with a flushed face mumbled.

"That's right, I'll finish the story before I leave. I'm not doing this for anything else, I just want to study theology and do some critical learning," another young man with a calm expression quickly chimed in, drawing agreement from those around him.

"Oh yes, yes, we are mainly devout and want to hear theological stories."

"That's right, we are all believers."

You little rascal, you were the one who was most engrossed in listening just now.

Without a word, Oswald walked over and grabbed the young man.

Then, under the thoughtful gazes of everyone, the young man's skin instantly turned red, and he slowly... hunched over.

After silently examining the unidentified protrusion, Oswald sighed deeply in the eerie silence.

"I told you not to listen to that, you little brat, you're still in your adolescence, you need to take care of your health."

Kicking aside the hungry, burly men one after another, Oswald left the bustling construction site, leaped onto the horse brought by the messenger, and rode along the flat grassland towards the town of Kuogu, a few miles away.

At this moment, Kuogu City has long become a large center for supplies and people. In terms of population density, it is probably only comparable to Wangdu.

Nearly 100,000 soldiers and civilians obeyed the order and came, determined to start from this land and restore the glory of the Northern Territory.

Therefore, miners, farmers, herdsmen, artisans, logistics personnel, soldiers and other people of different professions and statuses came day and night from all over the country, and under the command of the authorities, they went to different areas around Kuogu City to carry out construction.

Of course, this vibrant scene of life and all things flourishing also requires the assistance of magicians.

Whether they volunteered or not...

Magic can be bought. Regardless of race, it is a skill that only a few people can master, even the demon race, which made its fortune through magic.

Demon Clan: Our late emperor established our nation with the power of seven great mages, pacifying all directions and overcoming countless hardships to acquire this corner of the land. That is why our country is so powerful today, and we currently have four great mages!

To put it bluntly, the number of magicians has absolutely nothing to do with how strong a country is or how large its population is.

It's either there or it isn't. If you're lucky, you can find several magicians in a small village; if you're unlucky, you can't even find a handful in an entire country.

It's like a country in a past life that had plenty of talented people, but couldn't find more than a dozen who could play football.

Talent is a gift from heaven, thus setting one apart from the masses.

Most of the mages in the kingdom don't care about outside affairs. They get together and form organizations, ignoring the war raging outside and focusing on magical research day and night.

So when Oswald saw Cage in a magician's robes, leaning on a staff, he was not surprised to receive a resentful look from him.

Cage, or rather Cage Charles, Oswald's cousin, is one of the only three remaining members of the Charles family.

If the purpose of Oswald, a supporting character, is to provide the hero with a grand gift of wealth and prosperity, then Cage's life is to faithfully carry out the mission of admiring the hero's harem.

That's right, this guy likes Annie. After Oswald died, he even came over and became Annie's devoted admirer.

The relationship between the two brothers and the same woman—one who has her but doesn't love her, and the other who loves her but can't have her—is a very abstract plot arrangement.

For Annie's sake, and also to cause trouble for Oswald, Cage provided the heroes and their companions with a great deal of help and convenience.

To be honest, there was a question Oswald had wanted to ask in his previous life: What is it about these women that makes you so fascinated?

Annie, a complete waste of talent, is barely considered excellent as an archer, but as a military noble, her command abilities are completely overshadowed by Oswald.

As a result, after Oswald's death, she suddenly became the kingdom's foremost military commander...

It's hard to say.

Let's not even talk about the others. If they really had any great abilities, they wouldn't be so devoted to a novice warrior who's just starting out.

Don't ask, the answer is Yassashi.

If we were to name the only character here who truly embodies the spirit of a female protagonist, it would probably be Saint Maria. She is also the only one who uses the Star of Prayer for the benefit of the people.

Before Oswald could even get close, Cage spoke up with a grumpy face.

"I came here to tell you personally that you should never contact me again, and I will never interfere in family matters again!"

The way you're saying this makes it sound like you weren't the one causing trouble for the family later.

"What family matter? I've never heard of it before."

As Oswald strolled leisurely toward him, he swiftly drew his sword from his waist, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

"My silly little brother, I called you here not to help me, but to keep you from causing me trouble!"

"What?!"

Cage then realized that the meeting room was not only in a remote location, but also surrounded only by Oswald's army.

Faced with Oswald's relentless pressure, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly waved his staff to prepare to cast a spell, but it was too late.

Or rather, he never knew Oswald's true strength.

Oswald charged forward with his sword, the swift blade unleashing a gust of wind that sliced ​​through the surrounding walls, shattering them layer by layer. In a single exchange, he pulverized Cage's staff.

In the blink of an eye, the cold blade was already pressed against Cage's neck.

Several guards stepped forward and handcuffed Cage's hands with heavy handcuffs made of anti-magic stone. With a kick, Cage lost all his strength and ability and knelt on the ground in a daze.

Slowly sheathing his sword, Oswald didn't even bother to glance at Cage, and his words after turning away were devoid of any warmth.

"Lock him up, and spread the word that Cage has left the Northern Territory."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

Stepping out of the reception room, Oswald went up to the city wall and looked at the fields that had been reclaimed in the distance, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

From a very early age, he stopped treating this world as a game. Just as the system said, this place is full of living, breathing people. Everyone follows him in order to survive and live a peaceful and prosperous life.

This was not just his struggle, but the struggle of all the people of the Northern Territory.

Otherwise, why did the entire Northern Territory revolt in the previous life? Don't talk about gratitude. Oswald knows very well that if the hero did better than him, he could also be hated by the people.

Just like the glorious era that a certain dynasty boasted about in a past life, there is no such thing as a glorious era where there are rebellions every year.

It can only be said that after some people have been there, even the most unfair rulers will become more restrained.

Unfortunately, the brave man did not understand this principle. He thought that Oswald was waging war and oppressing the people terribly.

In fact, not only did the people suffer, but Oswald also suffered. As the saying goes: the people suffer from the war, and the nation suffers from the war. No matter how militaristic Oswald was, the demon army was there, waiting for them on the battlefield.

Oswald barely clung to life, managing to protect the people and the land while completing the storyline.

In the past, Oswald led everyone through hard times, braving wind and rain, doing the same things and eating the same food.

But the brave men who came later had never seen anything like it. To them, giving a beggar a piece of bread was an extraordinary act of kindness.

The early spring wind still carried a chill, making Oswald's skin sting. He turned his head and continued with his daily question.

"Has something happened at the Marquis's mansion?"

The guard immediately replied, "Lady Elene wrote that everything is normal."

"Okay, that's good."

Oswald scratched the dry skin off his face, but the news did not ease his expression in the slightest.

After a long silence, he suddenly remembered a line from a game he used to play, and couldn't help but sneer: "The past has never passed, it hasn't even arrived yet."

The soldiers were puzzled. When did our Duke become so cultured, reciting poetry? Wasn't his mind full of suggestive stories...?

However, Oswald didn't explain anything, but calmly asked another question.

"Where is Luna Charles? Send more people to urge her on, and tell her that her brother is eager to see her."