After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

No sooner had they received news of Medivh's arrival than the great mage appeared before Oswald.

They gave Oswald absolutely no time to prepare mentally.

Oswald had no idea how to approach this elderly guardian of the faith.

Indeed, Medivh was limited by the times. But at least within the scope of his understanding, he did his best and dedicated his life to it.

Who would dare ask a great magician to serve politics? But without him, the kingdom, this wrecked ship, might sink into the sea at any moment.

However, old man, aren't you afraid that Frank will be devoured alive by those demons and monsters in the royal city after traveling all this way to the Northern Territory?

Medivh, leaning on his staff, dared not let it leave his side for even a moment, facing the powerful and cunning Oswald.

He first noticed the wooden pipe in Oswald's hand, and after a moment of surprise, he raised his gaze and met Oswald's eyes.

"Have your eyes recovered?"

"No, it's just an ornament." Oswald tapped his eyeball, making a clanging sound.

Medivh nodded slowly, and the two of them, as if they had nothing to say to each other, simultaneously looked away.

As she pushed open the door, Elena broke the awkward silence between the two.

She first placed tea and snacks on the desk, then, while moving aside the pile of documents on the desk, glared at Oswald, seemingly blaming him for his poor hospitality.

Normally, you love to smoke, drink, and brag with the old men, but now that the most powerful old man in the kingdom has arrived, you've become mute?

"Sir, please have a seat."

She quickly brought over a chair, and after Medivh sat down, Alini poured him a cup of tea.

"Sir, please have some tea."

"Well, the Duke is lucky."

After receiving a simple compliment, Elena simply smiled and left the room, giving Oswald a warning look before closing the door.

The two were only a table apart, and with no other option, Oswald opened a drawer, took out his treasured cigars, and handed them to Medivh.

Unexpectedly, after Madvin calmly lit his cigar, his first words caught him completely off guard.

"What did the Duke send Paul to the Eastern Territory for? It was that little village called Mulun Village."

Oswald, clearly realizing he was stunned, knew he could no longer hide the truth and answered honestly.

"I am very interested in the Mechanicus cult hidden there, and I hope Paul can bring them back to the Northern Territory."

"Well, you'd better not be desperate and try anything." Medivh also expressed his attitude, he didn't care about the Mechanicus, and the king would never support heretics to replace the Papacy.

He took a few more puffs of his cigar and continued, as if telling a story.

"Paul should have arrived in the Northern Territory a few days later than me. He caused trouble in the village of Mulun. First, some villagers were killed, and then some noblemen's private soldiers were killed. A fight broke out between the two sides."

"Perhaps fearing obstruction, Paul led the villagers south through the Elf Kingdom to meet up with Miss Luna. After handing the villagers over to Luna, he is now on his way to the Northern Territory."

Upon learning that Paul had appeared in the Eastern Territory, Medivh keenly sensed something was amiss, so he personally led his army and arrived at the village of Woodwheel almost without stopping.

As expected, he arrived too late; the village had already been destroyed. But before leaving, he forcibly took the captured cyborgs and villagers from the nobles, obtaining a considerable amount of useful information.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir." Oswald quickly expressed his gratitude, only to be met with a dismissive wave from Medivh.

Trusting Paul, Oswald guessed that Paul was probably in trouble. But where did you learn this habit of picking up people from?

Didn't I tell you to go find the Cult of Mechanism? Why did you bring the villagers along?

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Medivh frowned. "Besides telling you this, there are three other things I need to discuss with you."

Three items...

Oswald's lips twitched. So he let Paul go just to do me a favor.

Trying to calm himself down, Oswald smiled and said, "Please go ahead, sir."

"The first problem has been solved. I was worried that something might happen to the hero and the incarnation of the curse, but I didn't expect that thing of his would have this effect."

Having lived for so many years and considered himself to have weathered many storms, Medivh was still so shocked by the absurd story of "the Holy Lance breaking the curse" that he inquired about along the way that he was unable to recover for a long time.

It turns out that not only can love save the world, but sex can save the world too.

After understanding the principle, Medivh felt he had lost out. He knew he shouldn't send Thorne to the Northern Territory; he should have kept him by his side, so that he could guard the beds of the Wish Star holders day and night.

If anyone becomes the embodiment of the curse, let the hero go and give them a good beating.

"The second matter is still about the undead army in the Southern Territory." Medivh's mood was clearly heavy when he mentioned this.

"What I'm more worried about now is whether the Southern Territory has the means to control, or rather, create, the undead army."

"After all, based on my deduction, they would have to pay a heavy price to control hundreds of thousands of undead in the valley area."

Oswald took off his pipe and nodded in agreement.

The undead army in the Southern Territory was indeed strange. The only way he could think of to trap the undead army was for the soldiers to risk their lives to lead the undead army to the river valley.

Too few people won't work, because the undead are naturally attracted to densely populated big cities.

Medivh met Oswald's gaze and said resolutely, "So this time, I intend to go to the Southern Territory myself."

"I will infiltrate secretly. You must issue an order for the Northern Army and Luna to cooperate with my operation. I need them to continue attacking towns, putting pressure on the Southern Army, and causing them to misjudge our strategic intentions."

By tapping his fingers heavily on the table, Oswald had to admire Medivh's audacity.

The Grand Wizard's use of stealth is no different from the Soviet Union's delivery of nuclear weapons to Cuba; once exposed, there is no turning back.

Both sides will inevitably reveal all their cards, leading to an unprecedented battle.

Conversely, if Medivh successfully controls the upper echelons of the Southern Territory, the war could achieve its most ideal outcome without triggering the undead army.

"Of course, I will make the Imperial Guards in the rear obey the Northern Army's orders unconditionally, reduce the number of your soldiers killed, and give the Northern Army a salary of two thousand gold coins."

"So generous?"

Oswald raised an eyebrow; this was a good deal. What stood in Luna's way were just dilapidated small towns, with few large cities heavily guarded.

What Medivh valued was the Union army's unstoppable offensive capability. He would likely allow the Union army to capture towns one after another at a certain time, advancing into the rear of the Southern Territory and posing a threat to the Southern Territory's interior.

But can Luna continue to plunder? Should she take the spoils back to the Northern Territory first?

"This expense covers more than just those five thousand soldiers," Medivh chuckled, picking up his teacup. "I also hope that you can exert some pressure on the Eastern Territory during this period. You can choose any method you like, as long as it diverts their attention."

Are you going to make arrangements for me too?

Oswald inwardly admired the old man... He really went to great lengths for the kingdom, even while running errands himself, he didn't forget to help Frank with the stability issues at home.

"Don't rush, let me think about this some more."

Oswald continued tapping his fingers on the table. This was the benefit of being powerful; whenever someone wanted to accomplish something significant, they always had to come and ask him for permission first.

"Tell me your third thing, sir."

"The third thing is related to a young girl."

After taking a sip of tea, the lingering sweetness made Medivh relax his brow. He said with a half-smile, "That child performed a miracle, Oswald. You might be in trouble soon."