After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"What does 'saint' mean?" The old soldier lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

He longed to witness the battle firsthand, but his swollen legs were already somewhat unresponsive, so he could only stay there, silently listening to the sounds of the fierce fighting outside.

"You've served your second term in the military, haven't you? You're from the Central District?"

After finishing his cigarette, the wounded soldier clicked his tongue and chuckled, "Want to know about saints? Our unit has an organization similar to a church, called the Guild. It means to rebuild justice in the world, to never abandon a comrade, and to fight to the very end for it."

"His Excellency the Duke is the messenger who punishes injustice in the world. The original faction called him the messenger of hell, or the saint. However, the army doesn't follow these rules. Those who believe in the doctrines of the Guild are called saints. Whether you are a general or a soldier, as long as you do not shirk the struggle and do not give up your ideals, you can call yourself a saint."

The veteran was stunned. Rebuilding justice in the world? When has the world ever been just? Is this something we can just get whenever we want?

As if sensing the other's doubt, the wounded soldier suddenly looked up and laughed. He was certain that this person would become a new saint.

"It's normal that you don't understand since you've just joined. As Lady Janet once said: Only by discovering your own nobility can you rediscover and change the world."

The wounded soldier finished his cigarette, clutched his wound, and left, leaving the thoughtful old soldier behind, the smoke from his fingertips swaying in the breeze.

The battle raged from night into day, proving that the monsters did not lack rest, and that not every one of them dared to face the brutal onslaught of the enemy.

Steel and flesh clashed, creating a death zone. At noon, the heavily armored soldiers, having completely crushed the last wave of attacks, safely retreated to the palace under the leadership of Oswald and Elene.

With the heavy gates tightly shut, the siege of the royal city officially entered the phase of a war of attrition.

After a quick lunch, the soldiers spontaneously began cleaning up the king's residence. Their first task was to remove the monsters' corpses to prevent disease outbreaks within the army.

The monsters built their idols from human corpses, and now that the weather is warming up, who knows what kind of plague they might unleash.

Then it was time to find a place to rest...

"Choose where you want to sleep, first come, first served."

Oswald walked into the main hall and smiled as he watched the soldiers tiptoeing around, seemingly afraid of disturbing the magnificent splendor of the place.

Many people like to talk about culture, but Oswald believes that these so-called palaces are nothing more than symbols of the privileged class. They are fine to visit as museums, but it is best not to assign them any other function.

Dynasties rise and fall... Ah, high walls and deep palaces, there is no place more like a cage.

After the Duke spoke, many soldiers looked strange. "Sleep here?"

We're just a bunch of ordinary soldiers. Even if we stay here, the Duke has to sleep while we stand guard outside...

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Go find a place to rest. What, the monsters can sleep, but you can't?" Oswald shook his head with a wry smile and turned to head to the next facility.

The higher he stood, the more he realized his own powerlessness. He could defeat enemies with weapons, but most of the time, the people's strongest enemies were unarmed. Those enemies hidden among them could unleash disasters far more terrifying than the spiral of desire.

How to proceed, where to go, and how to get them to move forward step by step are all issues that cannot be ignored.

Elena's white shirt was stained black and red, but she didn't bother to change. Instead, she stood in front of the underground gate of the rear hall, quietly waiting for the Duke's arrival.

Preliminary estimates suggest that the royal palace holds approximately 500 tons of gold, which translates to about 18 million gold coins.

What does five hundred tons of gold even mean...? Elena didn't dare to use her imagination. Anyway, if Luna discovered this treasure trove, she could guard the gate for the rest of her life.

Oswald, however, did not have this imagination, unlike his wife.

A member of the royal family with a cloth on his head: Hello, I have no interest in storing physical gold, but I do have some art collections (Fingertip Universe).

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

After arranging the troops' next tasks, Oswald returned to Eleanor's side. Five hundred tons of gold would be enough for him to start a bank.

But before that, he still had to use this wealth to bring more dwarves to the Northern Territory.

According to historical records, the four major races originally lived together in unity, working together to acquire land for survival in this world.

Later, the four races split apart, with the strongest, humans and demons, becoming mortal enemies and waging war against each other for thousands of years.

One is the graffiti of an era of hope, the other is the hatred of an era of deadly enmity.

Oswald's idea was simple: he wanted to carry on the legacy and end the blood feud. Humans and demons could no longer coexist; the only solution was to completely annihilate one side.

Elves are walking sources of pollution and are not suited to live together. Only the dwarves, with their steadfastness and resilience, hold the promise of building a powerful nation together with humans.

The Dwarf Kingdom is still a slave society, with 90% of the dwarves in the country being slaves. Therefore, Oswald plans to use gold to acquire more dwarves.

After unifying the human territories, he will lead the human and dwarf armies to completely wipe the demon race from this land, until finally liberating the dwarf kingdom and establishing a nation that occupies the entire continent.

"Do we really have to do this?"

Elena's expression showed some struggle; in terms of being a miser, she was no less so than Luna.

With a helpless expression, Oswald smiled and ruffled Elene's hair, offering words of comfort.

"The key is cavalry. Imagine if we had a large dwarf tribe of hundreds of thousands of people, and we could form nearly 10,000 dwarf iron ram cavalry, we could firmly seize the initiative on the demon battlefield."

"Elena, horses need pastures, but the dwarves' argali sheep can live in the treacherous mountains. This means that in the same amount of time, we can build two powerful cavalry units."

In terms of cavalry, both demons and humans ride horses, dwarves ride argali, and elves ride deer, which are more suitable for traversing the forest.

However, due to the elves' "abundant martial spirit," they haven't had a decent cavalry force for many years.

"Come on, it's time to witness this moment."

Oswald grabbed Elene's hand, and for a moment he couldn't help but recall the scenes from the game. Wealth is important, but turning wealth into power is even more important.

The two pushed open the heavy door hand in hand. Contrary to their expectations of dazzling gold, the treasure vault was pitch black. Only when they stepped inside could they hear the crisp sound of gold coins under their feet.

Finding an oil lamp on the wall, Oswald lit it, and the faint light finally refracted a corner of the golden mountain's brilliance.

Elena was somewhat dazed. She knelt down and picked up a pile of gold coins. These riches, which symbolized the kingdom's foundation, ultimately did not bring good fortune to the last monarch.

"In fact, the greatest wealth of a territory is the food produced by the farmers, the roads and houses built by the workers, and the various goods made. What we need to do is not to possess the wealth, but to distribute it as fairly as possible."

Oswald sat down next to Elene against the mountain of gold coins, smiling as he put several gold coins into Elene's little pocket.

With her bright eyes lowered gently, Elena smiled and put down all the gold coins she had been holding. Then she picked out the best one and placed it in Oswald's breast pocket, completing their ritual of dividing the spoils.

She stood up, clapped her hands, and the gold coins in her pocket made a pleasant clinking sound. She raised her head and arranged, "First, distribute a round of bounties to the soldiers. Pack up the rest and send them to Ice City so that the folks can also broaden their horizons."