After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

After his friendly exchange with the members of the Mechanicus, Paul proved he had no hostility and successfully settled in the village of Woodwheel.

The academic exchange with the Tin Man continued. Although Paul still suspected the Mechanicus of being a cult, he greatly appreciated their refusal to blindly recruit followers.

In other words, to become a member of the Cult of the Machine God, one must undergo multiple examinations. They don't even consider ordinary people.

After browsing through all the books, the elf who had been following Paul arrived at Paul's house and scratched his chest expressionlessly.

"I'm planning to go home to pack my things, and then move to the Northern Territory. Take me with you when you leave."

Upon hearing this, Paul, who was studying a diagram of the human body's internal structure with the tin man, remained silent for a long time.

While the elves' extensive knowledge and experience may indeed be helpful for the future development of the Northern Territories, their misconduct poses a great threat to the culture and customs of the Northern Territories!

Especially when drunk, the spirit's unrestrained behavior can easily shatter a child's innocent worldview.

Moving the elves might seem like a small matter, but he really didn't dare to make the decision on his own.

Paul rubbed his temples hard, meeting the elf's blank, lifeless gaze, and forced a smile. "May I ask why you want to live in the Northern Territory?"

Switching to the other hand to continue grabbing, the sprite with the raised little dots replied earnestly, "Because you are very interesting. New things are interesting, the Duke's book is interesting, and you are very interesting when you sing."

Seeing that she was about to reward herself again regardless of the occasion, Paul quickly sent her away.

"Returning to the Northern Territory is fine, but whether the Duke agrees to let you stay is not something I can decide."

"Oh, then I'll be going now." The elf turned to leave, but stopped just before turning back to ask, "Does living in the human world require a name?"

Trying to calm himself down, Paul sighed deeply, "Can't you use your old ones?"

"I've forgotten what I used to be called..." The elf pinched the dot, rubbing it as he pondered for a long time. "How about I call myself Archbishop? When I get to the Northern Territory, I must go to the Demon Kingdom to find the mysterious goblin lair."

Paul twitched his lips, then quickly became serious. "No, this name will cause trouble for the Duke."

"And Maria, if you let me use that name, I can help you make up for your regret." With that, the elf threw a stiff, flirtatious wink, only to be met with a murderous glare from Paul.

"How about calling her Zena?" the tin man suggested, trying to reassure Paul.

He had dealt with elves quite a bit, understood how outrageous they were, and knew their interests and preferences.

Alas, a group of immortals trapped in the flesh have become so twisted.

"Zena is the protagonist of a famous story in our human kingdom. Legend has it that she enters men's dreams at night and drains them dry, causing them to die of exhaustion in their sleep."

Upon hearing this, the elf immediately nodded; she was very pleased with the woman's name.

"From now on, just call me Zena, Paul. See you in a while."

With a wave of her hand, the free-spirited elf Zena departed. Since Mulun Village was close to the Elf Kingdom, it wouldn't take her long to walk there.

With the annoying guy finally gone, Paul finally had the energy to continue studying human anatomy with the tin man.

The ideology of the Mechanicus is to replace the physical body with machines in order to achieve spiritual liberation. The physical body has too profound an influence on the soul; after all, the body's functions are limited and cannot be at their peak at all times.

A person's soul is young because of the youth of the body, and old because of the aging of the body.

Having a good mindset and looking young are all lies. No matter how much you can run and jump, you can't recapture the pride of seven times a night.

However, the Mechanicus did not underestimate the physical body of living beings. At least with the current level of technology, they still have a long way to go before they can completely replace the physical body with machines.

Therefore, a detailed study of the physical body is essential.

However, in Paul's eyes, their precious missionary materials all became things that would be helpful to Janet and to His Excellency the Duke.

"This time I've brought one of my own test subjects, Mr. Paul." The tin man solemnly placed a wooden box made of precious elven wood on the table and slowly opened the lid.

Paul stood up. During this time, he had seen many mechanical creations, some were prosthetics made of wood, and others were organs made of iron.

But those things were nowhere near as exquisite and compact as what was before them.

Inside the wooden box was a heart, an iron heart that was constantly turning, imbued with an eerie magical aura, and constructed from hundreds of gears the size of mung beans.

"Currently, I have two research directions."

The tin man became more serious than ever before, saying in a solemn tone, "One is like the heart of the body, responsible for the circulation and movement of blood; the other generates energy from the heart and delivers it to the whole body, providing power for the body."

"What about electricity?" Paul recalled Duke Oswald's conjectures about the Mechanicus.

"Before His Majesty the Duke sent me to find you, he mentioned that I must keep a close eye on whether you have developed an electrical device."

These words were a wake-up call. The tin man increasingly felt that choosing to communicate with Paul was God's guidance to them, the believers.

"Electricity...electricity! Electricity?" he murmured repeatedly, the word "electric device" seeming to have a fatal attraction for him.

Several small tools popped out from the tin man's fingers, and he quickly disassembled the gear heart, clamping a small iron plate inlaid with magic stones like crushed diamonds in front of Paul.

"You've come up with a brilliant idea, Mr. Paul. If the mechanical body is entirely powered by electricity, we won't need to waste time on the power transmission of gears at all."

"But even if we gather all the magic stones of the believers, we still won't be able to fully power a mechanical body."

Paul, blinking and not understanding what he was saying at all, could only change the subject.

"Impossible. I know very well the power of the Philosopher's Stone. Even a single, complete Philosopher's Stone would be more than enough."

"Uh, perhaps you didn't understand what I meant, Mr. Paul." The tin man let out a laugh as loud as a metal can. "What I have in my hands now are all the magic stones of the Mechanicus."

Paul silently stepped forward, squinted, and carefully examined the few fragments on the fingernail-sized piece of iron.

So it turns out that poverty is what's limiting your development.

He carefully put the metal piece away again, placed it in the wooden box, and closed it. The man with the tinplate didn't seem to care about the minor embarrassment and remarked with a sigh.

"So I'm very curious to know what kind of understanding that special Duke has of electrical devices."

Paul nodded. "It's good that you're interested. Once your interest has built up to a certain point, we should head to the Northern Territory."

"I don't really understand either, but His Highness the Duke said that many elements in nature can be converted into electrical energy, such as the sun that provides heat, the howling wind, the ever-flowing water, and the raging fire."

"And electrical devices use these elements to obtain electrical energy, and then store or transmit it..."