After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Hours later, Lucas, having finished making the coffin, dragged it into the house. When he came out, the coffin had been tied to his back with hemp rope.

Lucas left two gold coins by the window, then turned and left, as if he had made up his mind.

Upon seeing this, Sylvie's expression changed drastically. She immediately took a step forward to rush out, but a strong hand pressed down hard on her shoulder.

"What exactly do you mean? Miss Nicole, my patience has its limits."

Sylvie gritted her teeth. The one who grabbed her was none other than Nicole, who had been silent since the beginning.

Sharp gazes began to clash. Nicole waited until Lucas's figure disappeared at the edge of the village before explaining in a low voice, "They need a farewell. People always have to return to their roots."

Upon hearing this, Sylvie's eyes widened, and she said in a harsh voice.

"Very well, but our plan is to obtain her body. Do you know how precious that body, capable of bearing miracles, is?"

Everything she has is given to her by us!

Sylvie's definition of Nicole was only one: a hypocritical bitch. Even though she had become the embodiment of a curse, she still put on this show of human insincerity in front of her.

Even if Lucas buried Isolde's body in the trench, they would still have to dive down to retrieve it. Why always go through the trouble of doing something so obvious?

She had already given Nicole face once; if Nicole weren't the only one in the team who could directly confront Oswald, she would have already...

Nicole turned her head away. "Life and death are matters of great importance, and we must have a ceremony for them, and we must also have reverence for them."

"Why didn't you say that when you killed tens of thousands of people? Now you're talking to me about ritual?" Sylvie laughed coldly, and with her laughter, the pressure from Nicole's fingers increased.

"Yes, I have fallen."

Nicole abruptly pulled Sylvie into her arms and warned her, word by word, "However, it is precisely because my abilities are limited that I pay special attention to those little ones."

"I also want to give you a piece of advice: don't assume that you are the chosen one. When you are abandoned and destroyed in the future, you should have someone by your side who can give you a dignified ending."

Sylvie was stunned, looking down at her heart that had been pierced by the skull spear.

As the thick blood dripped down, she realized that Nicole had successfully mastered the power, and her soul was no longer lost as usual.

Who is it? Who is helping Nicole?

Seeing that the other party had received the warning, Nicole calmly put away her gun, picked up the cigarette butt from the ground, dusted it off, and lit it again for a puff.

This level of attack naturally wouldn't kill Sylvie, but Nicole couldn't do anything more either. After all, if she started an internal conflict, she would soon be suppressed, and then it would be a loss for her.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Nicole's long gaze pierced through the sea of ​​trees, as if she were plucking a withered flower, her eyes filled with unconcealable sorrow.

……

"We have the strength to build our new home; we have the strength to unite our brothers and sisters; we have the strength to defeat the wolves and tigers of the world!"

In the northern part of the central district, light snowflakes drifted in the wind, accompanied by waves of work chants, as each village entered a period of large-scale construction.

The nobles were swept into the dustbin of history, and the army became the true force to protect their homeland. The villagers, who had anticipated this, quickly accepted the rule of the Northern Territory.

But the surprises brought to them by the new country and new policies go far beyond that.

After confiscating the property and distributing the land, the various troops finally realized that the common people would not survive until next year's autumn harvest on the grain they had extracted from the nobles.

So, urgent intelligence reports were sent to Elena and then forwarded to Ice City in the northern territory. But what arrived even faster than the grain convoy was the Marquis of Barton in the western pastoral region.

The old marquis, full of vigor and high spirits, looked every bit the nouveau riche in his wolf-skin coat.

Shortage of food? Why didn't you say so sooner? You should have said so earlier! We have grain and meat in our western pastoral areas. As long as you follow me, I guarantee you won't go hungry.

Since the last migration of people had been successful, Marquis Barton had become the person in the Northern Territory most concerned about where the army was going. If the royal city were to be breached, he dared not even imagine how many households he could move away!

"Well, Marquis, you're a step too late." Erian scratched the back of his head, somewhat reluctant to interrupt the old herdsman's daydreams about the future.

"Lady Elene has already made arrangements, instructing us to mobilize manpower to mine coal, iron, and various rare metals, and then use these resources to trade for food with the Northern and Eastern territories..."

Barton curled his lip. "Mining? Mining is not as interesting as herding. Don't worry about me. I've already talked to Miss Luna. I promise I can relieve your stress."

Looking at the hot water houses, brick factories, cement plants, and timber processing plants built around the village, and standing in the humid steam, Patton was not discouraged.

He helped up a child who was playing in the steam and bumped into his leg, his mind already wandering to the outer regions of the Eastern Territory.

Currently, the cavalry in the western pastoral areas are stationed there. These young lads, instead of going home themselves, could at least help develop their hometown.

Knowing that Marquis Barton was up to no good, Erian sighed softly.

The Northern Territory has no shortage of horses for the time being, but in the future war with the Demon Kingdom, cavalry will be the key factor in determining the outcome of the war, and warhorses will become real consumables.

The battles on the snowy plains of the north are not limited to a single city or region, but rather serve as a vast stage for field cavalry.

So what else can we do but let the Marquis do as he pleases?

After gathering intelligence and handing it over to the messenger, Erian turned his attention back to the newly formed militia. Everyone said the First Division was rigorous in its training, and Erian was no exception.

Everyone thinks Federico is a legend in the Northern Army, but that's because they haven't paid attention to Eryon's speed of progress and don't understand what it means to take another step forward and have even greater potential.

In his first battle, he beheaded 54 enemy soldiers, and Erión almost immediately caught Federico's eye, rising from a lowly soldier in the 4th Division to a company commander in the 2nd Division's elite 1st Regiment.

He later distinguished himself in numerous battles and was bestowed a name by Lady Elene, the highest-ranking official in the Northern Territory. During the expedition to the Elf Kingdom, he distinguished himself in the battle to defeat the demon army and was awarded several first-class military medals.

The boy who was the first to stand up and express his support for Luna's liberation of the eastern pastoral area has become a key officer being groomed to serve Elena even when her division commander is being scolded.

Having built his own team, Arion knew that training them wasn't enough; he needed to let these greenhorns see blood.

With the kingdom in turmoil and bandits roaming the land, they are the perfect people to sharpen the knives of the new recruits.

The whistle for emergency assembly blew, and in less than ten minutes, the new recruits who were still training on the training ground, radiating heat, lined up neatly in front of Erian.

Snowflakes melted on their shoulders. As the temporary commander, Erian scanned the soldiers' youthful faces with an approving gaze, delivering his usual simple and easy-to-understand instructions.

"The reason I joined the army was because the young lady led us to kill nobles. Why kill nobles? Because we had to let those greedy guys know that when the power of the people awakens, any high-ranking nobles are nothing more than a piece of rotten meat under our blades!"

"Soldiers must have backbone! They must have the courage to unsheathe their swords! Remember this: no matter who the enemy is, even if you are crushed to pieces, as long as you stand in front of the people, you must never back down."

"Now, listen to my command: target Orshan, move out, and wipe out the bandits entrenched there! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"