After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As we all know, the military camp is a magical place where people can not only witness the golden spirit, but also experience the cold order constituted by absolute violence.

In other words, the moment the nuns stepped into the military camp, they had already received their verdict, and even the most basic human rights became a luxury.

Eleanor could not tolerate this provocation. Her good sister, Saint Jane, was fighting for the future of humanity and was still in a coma due to serious injuries. How dare a group of nuns, who had lost their minds, speak up for the monster?

This is no longer an ordinary religious organization; it must be severely punished!

The salt-soaked whips tore the nuns' well-maintained skin to shreds, and their wails and torment echoed from dawn till dusk, then from dusk till dawn, intermittently playing out as powerless, hoarse cries.

The soldier rubbed his aching arms, pulled up the chains, and hung the nuns in a row. Their bloodless faces hung low, emanating a stench and despair.

When the punishment was over, Elena wiped the blood splattered on her face, slightly raised her cold and beautiful eyes, and continued her daily interrogation.

"Do you still dare to say that you were acting on the orders of the Holy Maiden?"

"Hmph... the tyrant of the Northern Territory..." The brown-haired nun was in so much pain that her eyelids were trembling, but she still cast a venomous gaze at the soldiers carrying out the executions, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

"What they do to me today, they will do to you tomorrow!"

A few seconds of silence fell. A soldier glanced at the whip in his hand, shrugged, and said with a wistful look, "Such a good thing?"

The air fell silent for a few seconds, and even Elena nearly lost her composure. Federico, look at the soldiers you've commanded! Stop instilling the idea that you can get promoted by cracking the whip.

There's no such rule in the Northern Army!

The brown-haired nun's words remained as sharp as ever. "You...cough, arbitrarily whipping...clergy, abusing your power..."

"Let me remind you, nun, trespassing on military grounds is a serious crime. Don't fool yourselves; you are a bunch of wicked people."

Alene, who had no more patience to play with them, turned around and gave orders to the soldiers.

"Skin them alive one by one. Whoever is willing to speak, bring her before me."

"Yes, Lady Elene!"

The camp was still somewhat deserted in the early morning, but now the entire Second Division had gathered together, and the staff officers at the regimental and divisional levels were busy all night long.

Planning is not about planning; it is about calculation, which is the most basic and important ability.

Accurate data is needed for the daily troop consumption after the start of the war, the number of troops the enemy can deploy immediately, the casualties that our side can withstand, the number of days of logistical support, and so on.

Otherwise, it will turn into what people often call a muddled battle.

Elena lifted the curtain and first smelled the pungent smell of tobacco. She couldn't help but sigh and quickly rolled up the curtain to let in some fresh air.

She knew tobacco wasn't a good thing, but for a group of veterans who had struggled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood and had been working tirelessly through the night, running out of tobacco was the second most important problem after running out of food.

The merchants of the Southern Principality were very good at business. They knew the patrol range of the Northern Army's scouts even better than the Central Army, and they always appeared precisely at a distance of about 200 meters from the warning zone.

Second Division Commander Kate also understood the importance of teamwork, making unified arrangements for purchasing and instructing doctors to conduct examinations... He even sent two cases of red wine to Elena.

After the misty, enchanting atmosphere inside dissipated, Elena entered the main tent.

The two long tables at the front were filled with staff officers doing calculations, while around the sand table in the center of the tent, Kate and a group of officers were discussing and deducing. Only at the very back was the Duke's desk.

Oswald leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, his pipe long since extinguished, and he appeared to be asleep.

The two not only had to go to the palace to gather intelligence at night, but also had to deal with military issues after returning. Physical fatigue was secondary; the key issue was the mental exhaustion.

"You're back. Didn't you confess?"

Perhaps it was the cold wind blowing in from outside that woke him up. Oswald slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the faint bloodstains on Elinie's face, he smiled.

"Well, it's possible they don't know anything at all, or they've been brainwashed and manipulated."

Alini replied sullenly that few normal people could withstand severe torture, so her speculation was not unreasonable.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Oswald placed his pipe on the table and walked out with Eleanor.

Unlike the Duke's mansion in Ice City, the military camp was not a place where you could sit down and have a quiet moment anywhere. Fortunately, they still had their own private space.

Back in their tent, a spot Elena had chosen specifically for them, nestled against the woods to block the wind and away from the noise of the military camp.

For safety reasons, Elena personally set up several sentry posts in the surrounding area, which can be considered as using a little bit of her privilege.

"Your Grace, a letter from the young lady."

Oswald had just washed his face when he heard the messenger's voice outside the tent. Eleanor went out and brought in the letter. By the light of the oil lamp, she opened the letter, glanced at it, and then frowned.

Oswald, having changed into his pajamas, didn't ask any questions and went straight to the bed to lie down.

After quickly reading the letter, Elena pouted as if deep in thought, untied her hair ribbon, and blew out the oil lamp.

Amidst the rustling sounds, Oswald could only hear the rustling of Elena changing her clothes.

After a while, Eleanor straddled Oswald, her little hands restlessly stroking his pectoral muscles, and said in a serious tone.

"Anni has woken up, but she hasn't become a curse."

Oswald stood up and put his arm around her waist. Eleanor flipped backward as if playing around, but Oswald's large hand caught her steadily.

"Hmm, Luna didn't take her down? What about Paul and Chuguang?"

A faint smile appeared on Elena's face. "Chuguang said that Annie is very valuable for research, and that Annie and Jenny have awakened the same power, which may be able to unlock the secret of the Goddess of Laws."

Oswald understood. This letter wasn't written by Luna, but rather by the power that Chuguang had discovered. What was so special about it?

"Take a break."

Oswald pulled Elene into his arms, covered her with the blanket, and decided not to think about it any further. Elene's absence from the curse also prevented him from further researching the curse.

In truth, Annie should be unable to awaken her soul powers, since this is no different from conducting illegal fundraising in front of a bank. The system, upon receiving the news, would definitely dispatch officers at lightning speed.

"Sir, aren't you going to continue? I still have a lot to say."

Nestled in her arms, Elena reached out and scratched Oswald's chin, then quickly discovered something else that was fun.

Oswald suddenly opened his eyes. Sometimes he really couldn't understand why Elene was so lively at night. Could it be that her hunting genes had awakened?

God knows how hard it was for him to suppress the lustful power within him; in the end, well...