After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The ultimate goal of science is indeed boiling water...

The boiler exploded, the boiler kept exploding. After the tin man destroyed all the hot water rooms in the ice city, Oswald was neither happy nor sad. He stared at the high-pressure steam rising into the sky and silently lit a cigarette.

The soldiers were busy, pouring buckets of cold water over the tin man to cool him down repeatedly. It was a miracle that this guy had survived until now.

Theoretically speaking, the difficulty of coal-fired power generation lies in how to manufacture a stable generator. Converting chemical energy into thermal energy is one hurdle, converting thermal energy into mechanical energy is another, and converting mechanical energy into electrical energy, which Oswald was most concerned about, is also a hurdle.

In addition, the critical issue of condensation circulation may require a significant amount of time and effort to achieve a satisfactory solution.

But Oswald clearly overestimated the combined talents of the Mechanicus and the Alchemists.

Because they couldn't even make the first step: a boiler that could heat high-temperature, high-pressure steam.

Incidentally, after the boiler was half-destroyed, the alchemists slipped away.

They claimed to have found a direction for making alchemical bombs, but instead insisted on using some highly corrosive liquid to enhance the military technology of the Northern Territory.

It seems that the material issue is the most important thing. Oswald recalled a setting from a science fiction movie: why are aliens unable to defeat humans after they travel through a wormhole to the solar system?

Because the materials used to build wormholes are common in the alien world...

Since the "Sleeping Dragon" and "Phoenix Chick" (referring to the legendary swordsmen Zhuge Liang and the young phoenix) are unreliable, Oswald has no choice but to seek outside help.

He waved his hand, summoning a messenger.

"Go to the dwarf tribe and tell Kindum that I need their best blacksmith, one with experience in processing magical materials."

The messenger immediately obeyed, "Yes, Your Highness."

At this time, Oswald had no idea what kind of bloodshed his title of "the best blacksmith" would unleash upon the dwarf tribe.

When you travel to another world, simply copying past experiences won't work. His experience of not being able to invent gunpowder in his previous life tells him that adapting to local conditions might be the best choice.

After dealing with the accident, Oswald turned and headed to the Duke's mansion. The residents were now used to the occasional explosions in the Ice City and knew that some strange guys had been arriving in the Northern Territory one after another.

The Northern Territory is like a giant internment camp, with members from all over the world, and countless mentally ill people among them.

After the honest and law-abiding new residents of the Central District arrived, the Northern Territory residents realized that compared to them, they, the locals, seemed more like a bunch of troublemakers and brutes.

Other villages emphasize harmony and friendliness, while my village primarily resolves problems through violence. The position of village chief, in particular, has become a high-risk post.

These days, you'd be embarrassed to be a village chief in the north if you didn't have a couple of strong biceps.

After the dwarves arrived, the amount of ironware circulating in the market increased, but the supply of alcohol often inexplicably stopped.

After the Mechanical Church arrived, the Ice City Church inexplicably became their gathering place. These guys were incredibly knowledgeable about theology.

The old priest in the church no longer dared to force an interpretation of the doctrine, because if he made a single wrong statement, the mechanical believers who were tinkering and making various parts next to him could immediately refute him with hundreds of statements, and every single one of them was full of quotations and without the slightest error.

But what the people of the Northern Territories find most puzzling is the recent frequent appearances of elves in the region.

It seems... no one invited them?

Oswald was also helpless; he couldn't very well put up a sign in front of Green Canyon that said "Elves are strictly prohibited from entering."

If I had to say something, the elves are quite friendly. After all, they're all tired of living and don't care about any grudges or grievances.

Of course, they didn't care about worldly opinions, nor did they care about being imprisoned and guarded in the Northern Territory.

For them, serving a few months in jail is nothing more than finding a place to sleep with food and lodging provided...

Back at the Duke's mansion, Oswald asked Eleanor to fetch him a calendar, flipping through it as he spoke casually.

"The autumn harvest is almost here, isn't it?"

Elena looked up, her face showing confusion.

Is Your Grace worried about this year's grain yield? Although there were a few droughts during the summer, they were all properly resolved and will not affect this year's harvest at all.

So she stepped forward and asked softly, "Does Your Excellency have any plans?"

"It's time for a noble war." Oswald closed the calendar, revealing a worried and concerned expression, and said with a sigh, "Alas, I am also in a difficult position. If it weren't for Mr. Medivh's personal request, how could I have so easily started the war?"

Elena instantly understood that this war with the nobles of the Eastern Territory was still mainly about taking advantage of them, commonly known as robbing them of money and food.

After silently noting it down in her mind, she heard Oswald sigh, "This year, the western pastoral areas only handed over six thousand warhorses. If they suffer heavy losses in the war, how will we counterattack the demons next year?"

He thought about the massive cavalry force in the Kuogu City military camp, the huge projects undertaken by a large number of workers entering the western pastoral areas, and the horse farms that were constantly being built in reliance on the newly developed animal husbandry industry.

Elena nodded emphatically. Indeed, their northern territory was still severely lacking in horses, and they had to seize some from the eastern territory.

"Sir, is there anything else you wish to instruct me to do?"

"After this war ends, we will launch a new round of recruitment, with a tentative target of 30,000 men. In addition to the main camp in Kuogu City, I plan to establish another military camp in the southern territory, dividing the army into the Southern Army and the Northern Army."

Oswald took out a plan from the drawer and continued, "The Northern Army includes the garrison of Starfall City and Broad Valley City, as well as the dwarven army to be established in the future; the Southern Army is centered on the Second Regiment, plus Luna's personal guard and the Ice City Knights. After expansion, it will mainly be responsible for preparing for the war against the Central District."

Taking the schedule, Elena sat directly on Oswald's lap and began to read it carefully.

Oswald was helpless; he had already begun to mentally prepare for his future work and life. In other places, the harem couldn't interfere in politics, but here, if Elene got angry, the entire Northern Territory would be brought to a near standstill…

As she read, Eleanor snuggled into Oswald's arms, completely oblivious to his helplessness.

In the plan, Oswald was clearly giving Luna more authority; the newly formed Confederate Army was equipped with two divisions.

The prestige of the Second Regiment and the Knights is well-known not only in the Northern Territory but also among the military commanders of the entire kingdom. The division-level units built around them are undoubtedly elite forces.

Oswald even prepared the offensive strategy for Luna: advance by land and water, approach the royal city along the river, use waterways for logistical support, use cavalry as the spearhead of the attack, and make quick attacks and withdrawals to avoid large-scale battles.

At the same time, the walls of Green Gorge City were reinforced and heightened, transforming Green Gorge City into a complete military base. The walls were equipped with dwarven heavy crossbows, the garrison was staffed with elite archers, and logistics were directly handled by the expanded militia organization.

Elena's eyes swept over a line of inconspicuous small print: because the new saintess was in the Northern Territory, the Holy See sent batch after batch of nuns and paladins to Jane.

Just as the headquarters of the Mechanical Church is in the church, the Northern Vatican's orthodoxy is in the medical department.

The paladins were given to Paul by Janissa, and Oswald also intended for Paul to rebuild the Paladin Order.

But... what's with classifying the Holy Knights as Luna's personal guard?

Elena leaned back, met Oswald's gaze, and remained silent for a long time.

She blinked and asked, "Aren't you afraid she'll tear down the northern border?"

Elena wasn't worried that someone would pull off another stunt like besieging the Duke's mansion. After all, as long as someone's brother raised an eyebrow, Luna would kneel down more obediently than anyone else.

Alene simply questioned Luna's brain circuitry. Through her long-term observation, she discovered that Luna's actions were highly unpredictable.

Thirty percent of the ideas came from the Duke's guidance, thirty percent from the instigation of his subordinates, and the remaining forty percent were all Luna's spur-of-the-moment decisions.

Oswald pinched Elene's cheek. "Paul, Kate, and Red, with the three of them by Luna's side, I feel very at ease."

"Besides, we all need time to relax and be alone, don't we?"