After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In Green Canyon, merchant ships laden with goods come and go, and the land along the river is equally bustling with activity.

Leading his white horse into the line waiting to enter the city, Medivh, dressed in ordinary clothes, was still savoring his discovery.

In the vast area of ​​the Central District bordering the Northern Territory, many villages that were previously looted by Oswald, brick by brick, are now filled with farmers again.

While this was a good sign, significantly alleviating the pain the plague had inflicted on the kingdom, the crucial problem was that while farmers dared to come and cultivate the land, nobles dared not come to collect taxes…

The extent of the Northern Army's jurisdiction remains a mystery to this day, especially given the ubiquitous militia organized by Oswald in the villages of the northern part of the Central District.

The most outrageous thing is that the formation of the militia was entirely a spontaneous act by the villagers, merely an imitation after witnessing the new policies of the Northern Territory.

Then, without Oswald sending any officials to the area, they actually called themselves—note, called themselves—the Central District Militia Organization, and placed themselves under the combat order of the Northern Army.

At that moment, Medivh didn't know whether they truly longed for the North or were deliberately trying to smear the reputation of the formidable Union army.

The current reality is that the nobles dare not collect taxes at all, and the Duke of Oswald does not express any opinion, but simply lends grain to these farmers and even welcomes them to work in the northern territory.

Chaos! Utter chaos! If Medivh hadn't taken a moment to look back north, he wouldn't have known that such a massive upheaval had erupted in the north.

Don't say Medivh was blind; he genuinely saw those farmers returning from working away from home, bringing not only money and food, but also rather old weapons and armor on their backs...

Oswald is even willing to give up his armor; he really seems to thrive on chaos.

"Next."

The soldiers guarding the city let the villagers pass one after another, but when it came to Medivh, a stranger, they became noticeably more vigilant.

Besides, don't be fooled by Medivh's plain clothes; his air of authority is undeniable. How many old men in the Northern Territory would have such a neatly combed beard?

As is customary, the Northern Army would need to verify his identity. If he was a merchant, he would need to produce a manifest; if he was a worker, he would need to produce an employment contract. If all else failed, he could find someone from the same village to act as a guarantor, and no one would make things difficult for him.

However, upon seeing the undisguised staff on horseback, the guards quickly realized something was amiss.

A guard approached the foreman and whispered in his ear, "Sergeant, it looks like we've got a big fish. Don't forget Lord Jacob's instructions."

The foreman's eyes lit up. "Let's lure him into the city first, then you can steal his staff when he's not looking, and then we'll strike hard."

Medivh, who could clearly hear their conversation, was speechless. Oswald was indeed a bandit leader.

Medivh, a man of great honor and the kingdom's foremost archmage, received the first comment upon visiting the Northern Territory: "Big Fish."

If he weren't too old to bother with such things, Medivh would have given them a good kick in the butt a few times.

"Stop discussing how to deal with me, go and call the people in charge here."

"..."

The moment Count Mordo saw Mr. Medivh in the distance, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly quickened his pace.

Oh my god, how did this great deity end up in the north?

"Mofi, you've really made something of yourself."

How to make a highly respected old count break out in a cold sweat with just one sentence.

"Please forgive me, sir, the situation is indeed quite special lately." Mofi ran forward to lead Medivh's horse, smiling obsequiously and gesturing for him to come in.

With his hands behind his back, Medivh sneered, ignoring the guards' awkward stares, and strode into the city, speaking calmly.

"The special case you mentioned, you mean the rumors about ancient documents being unearthed in the Northern Territory, right?"

Mofi's expression stiffened upon hearing this. "Uh, sir, you wouldn't happen to be here also...?"

"You can't fool me with such a small trick. I've come to your Northern Territory on important business. But Mofi, when will you change your bandit ways? Stop robbing and cheating all the time."

"And there's that Jacob. Back then, he pretended to be a master and sneaked into the palace to freeload at His Majesty's wedding. How come you Northern Territory treat him like a treasure?"

Morphy just sneered at Medivh's accusations. As the saying goes, heroes come from all walks of life. Apart from Elena, how many of those who made a name for themselves in the North were of conventional origin?

Red, a veteran scoundrel; Janet, a wild nun; Federico, a lazy bum; and the various high-ranking officers in the new army, none of whom existed before joining the army...

Also, what does it mean to say it's either robbery or fraud?

Jacob was clearly picked up by the young lady, and Paul was also picked up by the young lady's personal guards.

In short, all those paladin commanders and scholars were just things I picked up.

"I don't want to gossip about you either." Seeing that Morpheus didn't reply, Medivh went to the lakeside, looked at the vast lake and the fishing boats on the shore, and sighed softly.

"If I could change the mind of Duke Oswald, I would gladly give up not only a few scholars, but even my own students."

The hoarse voice stirred ripples in Morpheus's heart. He suddenly realized that the omnipotent Medivh seemed to have aged a lot.

The Northern Territory was also a place of sorrow for Medivh.

The old king, whom he had personally nurtured and supported, departed from this very lake and died on the battlefield. Therefore, in order to maintain stability within the country during the old king's expedition, the heavy responsibility of overseeing the capital fell to Medivh.

As the heir apparent, the eldest prince's position was extremely secure thanks to the old king's special arrangements.

No one had high hopes for the second prince, who had been estranged from the old king since childhood. Although it sounds cruel, the fact is that the eldest prince, who held a superior position, had successfully won the support of the nobles in the south under the old king's instruction.

If the old king had won that war, even if it wasn't a great victory, as long as there were some gains, the Charles family of the Northern Territory would have had to submit.

When the eldest prince ascends the throne, the kingdom's strength will far surpass any previous period!

But life has no "what ifs." The old king's death in battle and the eldest prince's careless death during the palace coup left Medivh disheartened.

However, he had to accept the reality of assisting Frank. If even he did not support the new king, who would be loyal to the monarchy?

Look at that terrible wedding. If it weren't for Miss Luna and the hero Thorne presiding over it, he would have become a laughing stock for all time.

Medivh's only solace upon his return was Frank's efforts to become an excellent king.

Everything seemed to still hold hope, and the Duke of Oswald even intended to support the King. However, this period of good fortune was short-lived, as countless problems, along with calamities and curses, followed one after another...

When the events of his previous life came to light, Medivh was shocked to realize that Oswald was also a master of drama!

People's bottom line is lowered step by step. Now, Medivh even thinks that Duke Oswald, who can resist demons, eliminate calamities and curses, and also hopes for the stability of the kingdom, is not bad compared to the gods who use the Wishing Star indiscriminately.

Even though the Duke had made it clear that he intended to change the dynasty in the future.

One wrong step leads to another; that's probably the best way to describe the current situation. If it weren't for that mess from the previous life, and if Oswald had been a loyal subject, most of the kingdom's problems would have been solved.

A cool breeze blew gently in early summer, and the two elderly men stood silently by the lake for a long time.

Finally, Medivh shook off his sorrow, took the reins from Morpheus, and led his horse onto the large ship.