After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The veteran is not dead, but withered.

Under a broken banner, a symbol of royal power, the bones of veterans lay piled high on a sea of ​​blood.

The greatest achievement in history is capturing the flag.

The veterans practically wiped out an entire regiment, sacrificing the lives of five thousand men to secure victory in this battle.

Without lingering on the more than 30,000 prisoners for even a moment, Elena watched the soldiers silently collect the bodies of the veterans and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Veterans are precious, representing the essence of the Northern Army. However, as the tide of time rolls ever onward, they have ultimately met their grand demise.

Benjamin was equally grief-stricken by the defeat.

He knew better than anyone that after this battle, the kingdom would no longer be able to stop the rise of the Northern Territory.

The guards pushed open the tent flap, and when Eleanor walked in, a disheveled Benjamin was wolfing down salted meat and bread, and then gulping down a large mouthful of wine.

After filling his stomach, he chewed on the meat and said in a deep voice, "Of the 100,000 troops, only 30,000 were killed. You not only wanted to win this battle, but you also deliberately reduced the number of prisoners."

"If those veterans hadn't captured me, how many more people would you have wanted to kill?"

The words were harsh, but Elena did not answer. Along with her, the Northern Army had indeed gone berserk, completely disregarding the fact that the Central Army had already surrendered en masse.

After swallowing the last piece of salty meat, Benjamin stood up, straightened his tattered armor, and drew his sword from his waist.

"Madam, please take good care of my nephew. This is my request as a parent."

Alene nodded slightly and turned her head away. With a whoosh, Benjamin slit his own throat, ending his life decisively.

"Bury him... in the Royal Knights' burial pit."

After giving her orders, Elena strode away from the tent.

In the Green Canyon City Lord's Mansion, Oswald, after waking up, came to Paul's sickroom. The seriously injured Paul had already fallen into a deep sleep under the influence of the medicine.

After hesitating for a moment, Oswald lifted the sheet and curiously peeked inside.

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Very well, it's a Stand of the same type... no, it's a curse of the same type.

Luna has already been sent by him to call for reinforcements, because if she doesn't come back soon, Paul Jr. will explode.

At this point, Oswald had no time to worry about anything else, not even love. If it weren't for the collective opposition from the girls in the Duke's mansion, Oswald would have definitely put on a live matchmaking event for Paul.

"grown ups?"

A knock sounded on the door, and Elena's voice came from outside.

Oswald laid down the sheet, stepped out of the room, and smiled silently at Eleanor. "What's wrong?"

"Inform the Duke that Benjamin has committed suicide."

Upon hearing this, Oswald nodded after a few seconds of silence and reached out to wipe the black ash from Elinie's face.

Elena grasped his hand in return, lowering her gaze to murmur, "My lord's hand is so warm."

The atmosphere became somewhat sticky for a moment. Even Oswald blushed when he thought of what happened that night and changed the subject, saying, "I've actually benefited from this misfortune and recovered part of my body."

As for other matters concerning the God of Corruption, Oswald didn't want Elene to worry about them. After all, He was just a drop of liquid within his body and wouldn't cause any trouble for the time being.

The system also told him not to hesitate. By projecting, he was essentially giving up all his power, which was no different from being annihilated.

"What are your plans next, sir?" Elena asked, leaning closer.

Oswald casually put his arm around her waist. "Taking advantage of this autumn harvest, we should annex as much territory as possible from the central region, kill those corrupt nobles, and bring the commoners under the administration of the Northern Territory."

His words were powerful and resounding: the world needs liberation, and those who are high and mighty must pay the price and become a thing of the past.

Power is also a corrupting poison, which is why Oswald tirelessly told the common people never to stop fighting.

The desires of living beings are endless, but the more difficult the situation, the stronger the power that emerges in the struggle.

Only when they use their own strength to truly possess this world will it be reborn under the eternally burning flames.

Seeing Oswald's thoughts drifting further and further away, Elena pinched his nose with some displeasure.

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Oswald looked embarrassed, coughed lightly, and was about to say something when Luna rushed over in a hurry.

Behind Luna was Leia, who was running and taking off her shoes, throwing away a stocking as she went.

Upon hearing that Paul had suffered the same curse as his brother, Luna immediately thought of her good classmate Leia.

They're all sisters, and Luna knows that Leia has her eye on Paul; she can't let the good stuff go to outsiders.

Moreover, Leia happened to be working at the armory and had come to Iron Lake City with the army. With the right timing, location, and people, she was the best person to break the curse!

"Your Grace, please give the order!"

With her face flushed, Leia nearly sent Oswald flying with her shout. This girl was quite cunning; she even knew to come to her for a guarantee.

Leia, her eyes bloodshot, was already impatient, but at that moment, Elene pointed out a crucial issue.

"Do you know what to do, Rhea?"

Having become an experienced person, Elena knew that Leia must not have done her homework when she saw Leia's eyes suddenly clear.

So Oswald was kicked out, and before leaving, he gave Leia a waiver. Whether Paul accepted the outcome or what the future held for the two of them was none of Oswald's business.

There's no way around it; this is the underlying code of this world, and even Oswald himself couldn't escape it.

Stepping out of the city lord's mansion, Oswald sat by the roadside, lit his pipe, and stared blankly at the dilapidated streets, exhaling smoke.

Before long, Luna came running over and sat obediently next to Oswald, taking a big gulp of water from the water bottle.

Hearing Luna let out a cute burp, Oswald chuckled and patted her head with his palm.

"It's time to build your administrative team. Is there anything you'd like to see?"

Luna squinted and shook her head, saying, "Just bring Jacob here, and also Count Morpheus."

The territory that Luna now controls is not just the southern commercial district; a portion of the central district is also under her control.

In the not-too-distant future, Luna will rule a vast territory far exceeding the area of ​​her northern lands. Without shrewd and capable subordinates by her side, chaos is bound to ensue.

Oswald flicked her forehead. "No, you can only choose one. How can you be so greedy? I've already given you Red."

"Then it's Earl Mofi."

Luna, clutching her head, chuckled. Red was in charge of logistics, Kate was in charge of the front lines, and Mofi was in charge of administration. This was the team she had originally planned.

As for Jacob, let his older brother work on him. He can apply to rejoin the team after he's made some adjustments.