After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Oswald, his fingers trembling slightly, sat down in a gazebo in the garden.

He remained silent for a long time, then took out his pipe, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"My child is about to be born into this world. Help me, Hatsukwang, tell me what to do next."

"If the system can't help you this time, you'll have to take another path." Chu Guang's tone softened considerably. With her understanding of nature, she knew almost more about making machines than Oswald, the transmigrator.

This is the new joy that Chuguang has found. As one technical challenge after another is overcome, she has already drafted an industrial plan that will last for a hundred years.

A century from now, the steam age and the electric age will reach their peak simultaneously.

Chu Guang foresaw that brilliant future, where the footprints of living beings would spread across the starry sea. Although there were many difficulties, the universe truly needed a thrilling leap forward.

"This price must be borne by living beings. This is a choice you must make. Go and corrupt the demons, transmigrator, bring them immortality and destruction."

In early July, with the advent of the electric power matrix and the steam power engine, a giant lighthouse tens of meters high suddenly tore through the darkness, and the beam of light reaching the sky could illuminate the way even thousands of meters away.

At a small family gathering in the Duke's mansion, Luna arranged a simple wedding for her brother and two sisters-in-law.

It was called a wedding, but it was really just a disguised announcement to the residents of the Northern Territory that they would soon have two duchesses.

None of the three cared about these rituals; having survived mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their safety was the greatest blessing. Moreover, given their influence, if they truly wanted to hold a grand wedding, it was estimated that half of the Northern Territory would flock to Ice City.

So after carefully listening to the opinions of the two ladies, Oswald decided to treat the wedding as an ordinary day.

However, apart from the generals in the distance, Luna sent an invitation letter to almost every official working in the Duke's mansion.

Marquis Barton, who was on his way back to the Duke's mansion to report on the acquisition of dwarves, was the first to rush over, his old wrinkles rubbing together like a chrysanthemum.

They say there's no time like the present, and he just happened to stumble upon it.

The party lasted from the afternoon until midnight. As soon as it got dark, Elena pulled her companion Luna back to her room to rest.

Luna, who rarely had a moment of peace, was miserable when Elinne coaxed her off the card table with two gold coins.

While the Duke was away visiting the lighthouse, Jenny, who had drunk a few more glasses of wine, took over Luna's place. As she slowly poured herself a drink, she pretended to be casual and said...

"What kind of woman is attractive in a man's eyes?"

Earl Morpheus, Paul, Jacob, and Marquis Barton, who were playing cards, were slightly taken aback. This topic seemed to be aimed at them, these married men.

Lord Barton, after downing a large glass of wine, suddenly had tears in his eyes.

"Holy Maiden, you are still young and do not understand what it means to have but not love, to love but not be loved. My wife... she doesn't love me at all! She only has the prosperity of the big city in her heart, not the wild horses on the prairie."

"She is no longer the girl who whipped the sheep; nothing in the entire pastoral area is as important as her jewelry box."

Jenny opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word. She hadn't expected the Marquis's family to be like this...

The entire table fell silent. Finally, old George stepped forward and helped the Marquis of Barton, who was already quite drunk, to walk outside.

Before leaving, Patton leaned on old George's shoulder and burst into tears.

"Old brother, I've had a tough time these past few years, sob sob, old brother, let me lean on your shoulder..."

Having successfully eliminated one contestant, Jenny's gaze fell upon Earl Morpheus.

Mofi put down his cards, picked up his wine glass and swirled it gently. As the elegant and soothing music played, he said calmly, "Don't look at me like that, Saintess. My marriage was also a political one, but we are very much in love and didn't go through any awkward phases."

The insightful and perceptive Morpheus could naturally see the problems Janet was facing, but he really couldn't offer any advice. The relationship between the Duke, Eleanor, and the Saintess was too complicated.

Generally speaking, there must be a sacrifice in such a relationship, but to everyone's surprise, Elena chose to continue dancing this three-person dance.

As for how to jump, Mofi said he had no experience.

Jenny nodded and turned her gaze to Paul. Paul thought about it seriously for a while. "I think it's most likely that the Duke hasn't realized it yet, because he has too many things to worry about lately. Perhaps trying to increase the time the two of you spend alone and talking about topics other than work would be better?"

Paul, a remarkable man who frequently visited Oswald late at night, spoke words that were almost entirely true.

Even before Eleanor and Oswald lived together, Paul noticed that the Duke had gotten used to a life of being busy all day, reflecting on various issues before going to sleep, and finally falling asleep.

In other words, the Duke didn't really know how to be an ordinary man, or rather, he didn't know what he, as a husband, was supposed to do every day.

In this respect, Jenny is no less adept, equally accustomed to being busy and thinking alone, completely missing the essence of Elena's habit of hanging around the Duke from time to time.

Just like animals, no male animal can resist the attention of females who frequently appear before him. You only talk about work when you meet, and when you finally have some alone time, you shyly run away. Are you kidding me? The Duke is way past puberty!

He wouldn't delve into the girl's feelings at all... What deeper meaning could a woman's blushing have!

"A very valuable area of ​​research, Mr. Paul," Jacob said slowly, raising his glass to Paul sitting opposite him.

"I've noticed that monarchs and lords often describe themselves as lonely because most of them are deep thinkers and always try to understand others' every move with the most malicious intent. Of course, Your Excellency the Duke is a bit better."

"However... His Excellency the Duke is indeed exceptionally perceptive in discerning malice, but he seems to deliberately reject and ignore positive emotions."

Everyone seemed to understand what he meant. You know what, it's no wonder that Consul Jacob's rise to power was so rapid, and his summary of the Duke's temperament was quite insightful.

"I see."

Jenny downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, lifted her skirt, and strode across the hall, ignoring Count Peter dancing among a group of girls, and quickly went up to the second floor.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed in her ears. Jenny walked through the corridor and found Oswald watching the lighthouse on the balcony.

"What's the matter? Why the rush?"

Oswald turned his head and saw that Jenny's fair skin was flushed, her small mouth was slightly panting, and even her emerald green eyes were somewhat dazed.

I shouldn't have taken you drinking back then.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Oswald knew she was drunk, so he shook his head with a wry smile and took off his coat and draped it over Jenny's shoulders.

With her long coat almost covering her knees, Jenny realized how petite she was compared to the Duke.

"How big are your arms, sir?" Jenny asked out of the blue, unable to think of any other topic for the moment.

When she drinks too much, her body gets drunk, but her mind is always unwilling to leave the sobriety zone.

"My bones and flesh have been enhanced, so my figure is actually quite exaggerated."

Rolling up his shirt, Oswald revealed his arms, his powerful muscles like steel bars twisted together, exuding explosive power.

Jenny stretched out her arms to compare them, as if comparing a tree trunk to a branch. Her two hands, clasped together, barely encircled his forearm.

I poked it hard; it felt like a springy stone.

"If you were to compare yourself to me, you'd probably have to use your legs?"

That's what Oswald said, and that's what Jane did.

As she took off her shoes and lifted one leg, Oswald smiled first, then knelt down to take her foot and steady her swaying body.

Now Jenny was certain that the Duke's hands could encircle her entire foot, and upon discovering this, her face inexplicably turned even redder.

"My lord..." Her heart was pounding, and Jenny was even afraid that Oswald could hear her heartbeat through her feet.

"What is it, Madam?"

Oswald picked up the shoes and slowly put them on her. When the bewildered Jenny met the Duke's gaze, she finally saw a different kind of emotion in his eyes.

But those eyes quickly regained their clarity, which made Jenny's heart clench painfully.

Oswald gave another wry smile, pulled her into a tight embrace, and comforted her, "Get some rest. We have guests at home. Also, today isn't the right time. We can discuss this topic another time."