After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Oswald patted Paul on the shoulder and walked past the tin man without stopping for a second, speaking coldly.

"Come in with me."

The tin man was stunned for a long time. The aura of a superior made him instantly recognize the other party's identity, not to mention that even the maid beside the man exuded such domineering power.

After a long while, he straightened up and murmured as he looked at Oswald's retreating figure, "So alike, so very alike."

"Like what?"

Paul glanced at the tin man curiously, wondering if he had seen the Duke before.

"Black hair and black eyes are very rare, Mr. Paul. Our research in the Mechanical Church has found that the longer humans have existed, the higher the proportion of people with black hair and black eyes."

"Including the creatures created by the goddess of nature, as I told you."

The two followed Oswald and Elene at a distance as they entered the Duke's mansion.

Along the way, the tin man continued to ramble on about genetics, explaining that the stability of the Charles family's bloodline was extremely rare in the entire kingdom and had high research value.

"The Duke's family has maintained traditional marriages for generations. Given the isolation of the Northern Territory, this is quite normal."

Paul gave the tin man a perfunctory reply, but he was more concerned about when the Duke would regain his sight.

"No, Mr. Paul, the region with the highest proportion of black hair and black eyes is in the Southern Territory. In other words, the further south you go, the more stable the ancient bloodline becomes."

Upon hearing this, Paul pointed to the door of the Duke's office, signaling the tin man to reconsider.

These guys are obsessed with getting rid of their physical bodies, but when it comes to studying bloodlines and body structure, they're even more fanatical than the professionals.

What ancient bloodline, ancient humans...? From ancient times to the present, those corpses have either vanished without a trace or turned to stone. What can you possibly discern from them?

After knocking on the door and receiving permission, Paul led the tin man into the office.

After closing the door, Oswald, who was standing by the window, suddenly spoke, but only said three sentences.

"From now on, your Mechanical Church can only operate within the Northern Territory. I'm giving you three months to bring all your Mechanical Church personnel and resources to the Northern Territory."

"From now on, you are not allowed to hide anything from me in the Northern Territory, you are not allowed to develop followers in the Northern Territory, and you are not allowed to continue human experimentation."

"Metallurgy, insulators, electromagnetic induction, chemical engineering, and magical materials are your future research directions."

Without accepting any objections, Oswald raised his hand, and Eleanor, who was serving him, immediately brought several books and handed them to the tin man.

By the time the bewildered tin man realized what was happening, Paul had already led him out of the Duke's mansion.

"Congratulations, your Mechanical Church has been accepted."

Stunned, the tin man met Paul's sincere gaze. Just as he was about to speak, Paul, with a broad smile, grabbed him and whispered a warning.

"I forgot to tell you, the Holy Maiden and the Archbishop of the Holy See are on very good terms with the Duke. If he displeases you, you will have absolutely no place in the kingdom!"

With a mixture of joy, anger, fear, and curiosity, the tin man shoved Paul away.

He wanted to see what this so-called electromagnetic induction was all about.

He deftly opened the book, and the handwritten characters opened the door to knowledge for him. Before he knew it, the tin man was completely absorbed.

A mysterious path is woven from bizarre vocabulary and formulas: magnetic flux, electromagnetic induction, induced electromotive force, self-induced electromotive force, transformer, Made in…

However, the hand-drawn pictures inside were too rough! Without the text descriptions, he would have thought they were just scribbles!

Closing the book, the tin man was in a daze for a long time. Could it be that meeting Duke Oswald was truly a divine guidance for them?

Wait, we can't make a judgment yet. My own death in the Northern Consulate is the most important thing. The future development of the entire Mechanical Church is the top priority.

With that thought in mind, the tin man carefully hugged the books and turned to walk towards the street.

Paul scratched his head, wondering if he was really that principled.

"Hey, where are you going?"

The man in the tin didn't turn his head, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Penis smelting!"

……

A warm wind blew from the sea, the air salty and humid, the sun blazing. One after another, large ships sailed back to land, carried by the wind. The white-haired sprite, wrapped tightly in cotton cloth and hanging horizontally on the flagpole, was momentarily overcome with tears.

Humans are bullying the elves too much!

The soldiers returned victorious. Just as there were bandits in the mountains of the northern territory, there were also pirates in the seas near the southern territory.

At first, the pirates, as usual, quietly landed on the remote coast, preparing to attack nearby villages. However, by sheer chance, they ran right into the strong chest muscles of the Northern Army.

Thus, sailing and hunting pirates became the most popular form of entertainment among the soldiers. Incidentally, the second most popular activity was fishing, for which they even established a fishing club called "A Man's Last Resort."

After being tossed about in the waves for more than half a month, Luna quickly overcame her seasickness and was able to run freely on the deck as the tides rose and fell.

Having wiped out another pirate hideout, Luna, full of vigor, rolled up her trousers and stepped barefoot onto the scorching sand. As usual, she addressed her soldiers, emphasizing discipline in particular.

With her hands on her hips and cheeks puffed out in anger, she pointed at the white-haired elf who had just been put down and was already exhausted and unconscious, and angrily scolded, "From now on, anyone who dares to wander around in front of me naked will suffer the same fate as her!"

"yes!"

The soldiers, bewildered, gave a resounding reply.

Isn't this a matter of common sense? What normal person would run out of the house completely naked?

Especially the soldiers of the Second Regiment, they dared not take off their clothes in front of Miss Luna, after all, the group of personal guards around the young lady were notoriously ruthless.

The bodyguards, who were pinning some shirtless soldiers to the ground and punching and kicking them, shouted: "You stinking soldier, so you think you're the only one with abs?! You think you're part of an elite fighting force?! You don't shave your armpits?! You're polluting our young lady's eyes, don't you want to live anymore?!"

"Disband."

Luna clapped her hands, signaling her guards to throw the white-haired elf into the freshwater pool to heal. She then put on a straw hat and followed her guards to the freshwater pool under the shade of a tree to wash her legs, which were covered in fine sand.

While washing it and stepping on the elf's head, the elf, who had gulped down several mouthfuls of water, finally came back to life.

She clung to the edge of the pool, her eyes filled with resentment. "We elves are very fragile..."

Luna stomped on her foot again, barely suppressing her anger, and said, "Don't think I can't see through you trying to seduce one of my soldiers."

"They're all innocent, good young men, how could they let a rotten bastard like you get away with it!"

The elf, whose thoughts had been exposed, silently sank to the bottom of the water. Leaving the elf behind, Luna stepped onto the tree-lined path and leisurely walked towards the town.

With June almost over, the war had not changed at all. It wasn't that the Southern Territory was no fun, but Luna was missing her brother.

Brother...you wouldn't be married already, would you?

"Young lady, have some coconut juice."

The female soldier quickly approached Luna and handed her a freshly opened coconut.

Luna sipped her coconut juice. The female soldier seemed a little unaware of the importance of the matter. Only after Luna raised the corners of her mouth did she report, "Young Miss, a secret letter has been sent from the capital and requires your personal opening."

Luna licked her lips and blinked. "A secret letter? How secret?"