After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The goddess controls the two powers of life and death, because there is no precise concept of death in the laws and nature.

Therefore, from another perspective, the goddess of life can also be called the goddess of death.

Janet held her wine glass and took small sips, saying, "Life and death occur simultaneously, mutually unified and opposed. And without exception, all the calamities and curses of this life are related to immortality magic. We know that immortality magic can cause irreversible effects on the body and soul of living beings."

"A quick investigation reveals that the calamities that erupted last year were caused by the soulless undead."

"The first incarnation of the curse, the Blood-Clad Saintess. She clearly used goddess magic and immortality magic to stabilize her body, just like the Duke had done before, thus avoiding the collapse of her soul."

"Therefore, I dare to assert that even a goddess cannot solve the problem of the erosion of the soul by immortality magic. Lilith only gained the power of death; her body has not actually become completely immortal."

"Perhaps the purpose of that ability to constantly regenerate is to resist the negative effects of immortality magic on her body."

Setting down her glass, Jenny carefully recalled the timing of the giant eye's shattering... Was the Duke trying to target Lilith's heart at that time? Could the power of the immortal magic reside within her internal organs?

Or is the ability to regenerate the body generated by the heart?

She glanced silently at Oswald. The Duke must have other secrets, after all, his existence was truly extraordinary.

Just think about it, Duke Oswald is the only person in the world whose soul cannot be corrupted by immortality magic!

If her reasoning is correct, then the goddess's previous actions against the Duke can be explained.

The undead can also be considered a race created by the goddess.

Their power far surpasses that of the original four races. And the problem of the soul, which the goddess had painstakingly tried to improve the undead race generation after generation, yet still couldn't solve, was actually resolved directly in the Duke.

It's simply...unbelievable.

Oswald understood. "You mean, most of Lilith's body is still human, and the plan to impregnate her to break the curse isn't a false premise?"

"Yes, Your Grace." After drinking the wine, Jennifer's face flushed slightly, and her emerald green eyes reflected the flickering firelight.

It wasn't until she learned about the various things in her previous life that Jennifer understood many of her previous doubts, such as... why Elena would always pour her a glass of wine.

"Just as the balance of the two magical powers within the Duke was broken, directly transforming him into an undead and giving birth to new life, this is also a powerful transformation for Lilith now."

Stopping swirling her wine glass, Elena turned her head to look at her, narrowing her eyes and suddenly revealing a dangerous glint in her gaze.

"Jenny, can I understand this to mean that once Lilith gets pregnant, her death is not far off?"

"Yes, but whether the change occurs during pregnancy or after childbirth remains to be verified."

Elena nodded, downed the drink in her glass in one gulp, and sneered, "Then I have no more questions."

Oswald chuckled helplessly, pinched the villain's burning cheek, and issued the final plan that the three of them had discussed.

"Then let's keep waiting."

The three raised their glasses again and clinked them together heavily.

……

In the tranquil forest, the moon and stars are hidden, and occasionally a crow caws as it flies by.

Around the campfire, Paul and the elf exchanged readings of several books written by the Duke. Amid the elf's eerie laughter, Paul could only force himself to open the books to pass the time, despite the tingling sensation on his scalp.

Okay, this story is about the white-bearded bishop and seven goblin beauties...

The very first line is spoken by the white-bearded bishop to a goblin: "Female, I command you to bear me a son!"

Paul was at his wit's end. "Your Grace, where has your usual dignified and composed demeanor gone?"

How could someone write something so outrageous!

However, putting aside the suspense, the story is quite interesting. Paul swears that he didn't find it interesting because it was based on a real person.

In the story, an archbishop, tired of the intrigue and power struggles in the royal city, decides to abandon his hypocritical life of high status and travels alone to the desolate borderlands.

Here, he met the love of his life: seven female goblins.

After going through various mating stages and integrating into the lives of goblins, the powerful archbishop begins to help them deal with threats from external enemies.

The Beast King appeared and issued a challenge to the Archbishop, who accepted the challenge!

On the day the archbishop headed to the agreed-upon battle location, the goblin hugged the archbishop's leg from behind, saying emotionally, "Whitebeard, my Superman."

Paul couldn't help but chuckle, but luckily the elf was engrossed in the story and didn't notice his strange behavior.

There's no way out, there's really no way out, especially when you read about the archbishop being poisoned and falling into a coma, and the story describing how the seventeen-ton monster king took the initiative to kiss the archbishop with his giant penis, successfully waking him up.

Paul was so upset he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Alright, alright, the journey ahead shouldn't be boring anymore. Paul decided that he would read this book until he could recite it from memory, then copy it out again to take to his grave after he dies.

After a good night's sleep, Paul and the elf continued their journey the next day, heading to the stronghold of the Cult of Machines... to carry out the secret mission assigned to him by the Duke.

Before we came, the Duke instructed us not to alert anyone.

So after parting ways with Luna outside the royal city, Paul avoided main roads and cities, traversing mountains and valleys until he finally arrived at the border between the Eastern Territory and the Elf Kingdom.

Mulun Village was already in sight. The two stood in the woods observing the village's movements, and for the time being, they did not find anything unusual.

The villagers are still working in the workshop, which is known for processing wheels made of fairy wood.

Last time, Paul came here as a paladin commander to eliminate cultists. This time, hiding his identity, he is the one who has to sneak into the village.

The Duke of Oswald valued the Mechanicus, and in his explanation to Paul, he said that the Mechanicus might actually exist, and that the Mechanicus might be hiding secrets about the entire world.

The white-haired elf picked at his ear, rolled his eyes, and said, "You're too nervous. Aside from the Vatican, no one in this kind of place would care about you."

"Besides, those who believe in the Cult of the Machine God are a bunch of idiots. If you just say that the Northern Territory is willing to accept them, they will definitely follow you like a mule."

Paul shook his head. There were plenty of magicians and alchemists in the Mechanical Church. If they were fools, how many smart people were left in the world?

If you had to put it bluntly, they were a bunch of lunatics. Yet even the Duke leaned towards the existence of the Mechanical God, and the information revealed by the elves also indicated that the replacement of gods was a common phenomenon.

That's probably true, but what exactly is a machine? Can living beings really use it to break free from the constraints of their physical bodies?

Paul couldn't understand it, but the world is full of wonders. Last time, a dragon's soul suddenly entered his body and guided him to defeat the Blood-Clad Saintess.

"Wait, be quiet."

The wary Paul noticed the magician's appearance and quickly pulled the elf back to hide.

The two peeked out from the leaves and saw the mage, whose appearance was obscured, enter the workshop in Wooden Wheel Village and quickly bring out a box of wooden gears.

Paul keenly noticed that the magician's hands were obviously not very dexterous, and in a fleeting glance, a flexible wooden arm suddenly appeared before his eyes.