Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Brother Lowell knew that those "old stubborn" younger than him in Prosperous Holy Land would not be so easy to open up and cooperate with the undead regime. The business paved the way, and the results were really outstanding—the godson of the Prosperous Pope, Earl Timos, who had a closer relationship with the Holy Land than he, a black-robed ascetic, couldn't help signing an order for undead cloth!

Trading is one of the most friendly interactive behaviors that people are willing to take the initiative to show. Both parties are motivated to reach a deal, and the atmosphere in the reception room suddenly becomes heated.

The trading value of undead cloth is unquestionable, and the Shiga Principality is not without equivalent trade items—the area bordering the Sorensen Mountains in the south of the Shiga Principality is rich in mica, and the central and northern regions are rich in coal, high-quality iron ore, and diamond mines.

Ji Tang has no interest in diamond mines. The artificially synthesized diamonds on the earth are sufficient for industrial and technological purposes; as for coal mines, the Rhine Kingdom and the Tarantan Wasteland itself have relatively rich coal mines, and there is no need to transport them all the way. He is very interested in mica ore and iron ore.

The Principality of Shiga originally relied on mica, diamonds and iron ore to import cloth from the Kenyan Empire. The undead did not like diamonds, which disappointed the nobles of Shiga, but this disappointment can be completely offset by the generous price of the undead cloth...

The two sides had a lively discussion about business, and ended the first meeting amicably—although normally speaking, Ji Tang, the consul, should hold a banquet to receive distinguished guests, and accompany the guests to enjoy a luxurious meal while chatting about serious matters; Considering that he is now an undead, no one would care even if he didn't engage in this kind of entertainment.

Just to save some money...ahem.

Earl Timos, who had done a big business, returned to the hotel arranged by the town hall, only to be belatedly aware of what he had done.

"Didn't I just give the undead an excuse to set foot on the border of the Principality of Shiga?!"

The annoyed Count Timothy was almost killed by himself.

After beating his chest and stamping his feet for a long time, Earl Dimos, who had already "fitted in", had to start making excuses for himself.

"The undead cloth has been sold to so many countries, and I haven't seen an army of undead fight over them one by one. It shouldn't matter!"

"Since these undead are so good at doing business, they don't think they are that aggressive."

"That's right, Brother Lowell never stopped him. He always knows more about the undead of Tarantan than I do."

Thinking of the hints given by the Pope and his godfather before he left, Earl Timos felt that one head was as big as two heads.

His Holiness the Pope hopes that the power of the undead of Tarantan can be used by the Church.

In other words...His Holiness the Pope hopes to step into the territory laid down by the undead of Tarantan.

The territory torn from the Kingdom of Rhine by the Nightmare Butcher is still occupied by the Church of Gold Coins as the parish. Cheeky, but not too much.

But Earl Dimos is also very clear... The Prosperity Church has no spare power to support the Nightmare Butcher and his undead to continue their war, let alone openly stand for the undead regime-in other words, they don't want to get their hands dirty and want to eat fresh persimmon.

Earl Dimos was unwilling from the bottom of his heart to regret the undead cloth order he had signed, and the Pope's hints could not be ignored.

After thinking for a long time, Earl Dimos could only sigh secretly.

He could only attack Brother Lowell as he had decided before coming here.

After making up his mind, Earl Timothy summoned Joyce Andre to guard his safety, took the deacon with him, and visited Brother Lowell's residence.

In the alley connecting Martin Street and the main road in the town, the big house where Brother Lowell lived for nearly two years welcomed guests.

"Timos!" Rowell, who came to open the door himself, saw the visitor and invited him into the room happily, "I was just about to find you, come in and sit down."

"Master, you don't have a servant?" Dimos looked at the slightly messy courtyard in surprise, and then turned his gaze to Rowell, who had some water stains on his cuffs.

"Originally there were, but now I have to go to work, and I don't like to be disturbed by noisy people, so I simply don't let Yang arrange people to come over." Brother Lowell said with a casual smile, and took the lead into the room. Inside the house, "On weekdays, I don't need someone to watch over me all the time. Anyway, when it's meal time, someone will deliver the meal."

Sitting down in the living room full of books and magazines and full of literary youth, Brother Lowell took away the cup that was accidentally knocked over and moved the book that was almost wet, and asked with concern: "How is the Grand Duke's health, is he still in good health?"

Earl Timos replied, "My brother is in good health, thank you for your concern", and couldn't help but glance at the stacked books on the table.

The text on the cover is not a common text, nor is it any small language that Earl Timos has seen...

Brother Lowell expressed a few words about his past friendship with Duke Shika, and then asked, "Did His Holiness the Pope mention anything before the delegation left?"

Earl Timothy's heart skipped a beat, his face remained motionless, and he said respectfully: "Her Majesty asked me to greet you, and also entrusted me to convey a word. I hope you can return to the Holy Land when you are free. Your Majesty misses you very much."

Brother Lowell smiled, and while laying his hands on Joyce Andre to signal Joyce Andre not to stand and to find a place to sit, he said casually, "This is an excuse you came up with yourself."

Timos' face froze.

Andre, who was about to sit on the sofa next to him, froze and looked over in astonishment.

"I have dealt with His Majesty the Pope for more than 200 years. When I was still in white robes, His Majesty and I always had conceptual conflicts." Lowell had no intention of embarrassing Dimos, the Shiga royal family. The younger generation said calmly, "I hope the church can send people to learn from the experience of the undead in farming, and refer to the policies implemented by the undead in rural towns. , obviously did not take my letter seriously."

Timos' face turned pale at first, then slowly turned red.

It wasn't until this moment that Earl Timothy realized with horror—including him, those who were qualified to read Brother Lowell's letter were all thinking about how to use Brother Lowell and the undead of Tarantan relationship, not the content of the letter itself!

"I'm not surprised that this kind of result will happen." Brother Lowell smiled lightly again, and said, "Your Majesty will always have a different opinion from me, and it's the same now when I think about it. I think the undead The experience of governing the territory and organizing people to build their homes is worth learning and referring to. If we can honestly cooperate with the undead, humbly learn from their experience, accept their pointers and suggestions, and want to come to the strong and prosperous Church of Shiga Principality After several years or more than ten years of hard work, you can see the results."

"All wealth comes from accumulation. The crops planted in spring must be carefully cared for until autumn to be harvested; the wasteland reclaimed this year must be patiently maintained for two or three years before it can become good land."

Beads of sweat oozed from Count Timothy's forehead, while Joyce Andre next to him nodded repeatedly.

The teaching of the Goddess of Prosperity, Wealth and Contract, is to guide people to abide by the agreement, be honest and trustworthy, and accumulate wealth in the correct way. Brother Lowell's ideas are exactly in line with the teaching.

Brother Rowell changed the subject, and said: "Your Majesty ignores my proposal, but I can guess what your Majesty thinks."

After a pause, Brother Lowell said quietly: "Since the undead of Tarantan are so good at conquering cities and governing territories, and they don't fight against the Orthodox sect, it would be really cool to watch the undead of Tarantan hand over the territory they conquered to the Church of Gold Coins." It’s a waste, why not take advantage of my relationship with Yang to send missionaries from the church to the Rhineland and build our own church in the Rhine Kingdom...Is that right, Demos?"

Earl Dimos didn't dare to wipe the cold sweat from his temples, but forced a smile on his face: "Friar, this is also for the benefit of the church. As you know, when His Majesty the Pope is expanding the diocese, he has worked hard for many years... "

"I can understand." Brother Lowell took over the conversation and said, "But if you are just trying to expand the diocese, it will not make you deliberately conceal the true meaning of the Pope, and there is absolutely no need to specially stuff my descendants into the visiting group. Among them, the Rowell family is not qualified to participate in this level of decision-making."

Earl Timothy's heart trembled, and he was sweating profusely. The ascetic monk in front of him, who still maintained his youthful appearance and whose black hair had turned silvery white, made him feel a strong sense of suffocation at this moment.

Gentle, tolerant, loving, never arguing with others, always silently doing what is in line with the job of a holy priest... But after all, he is also a high-level ascetic monk who has lived for 300 years!

"The Goddess of Prosperity is the righteous god of the life pantheon. As a believer of the goddess, getting involved with the undead is the most convincing charge." Brother Lowell sighed, "Using my relationship with Yang to expand the parish is also You have got the handle to punish me; when the regime of the undead changes, or you no longer need me, you can deal with me neatly... Your godfather, is this what he told you?"

Joyce Andre stood up abruptly, looking at Count Timothy in shock and anger.

"It doesn't matter even if I find out. My descendants' family and the church I serve for life are all my weaknesses." Brother Lowell sighed again, and said, "I will know that some people in the Holy Land will be hostile to me and reject me." In my situation, I swallowed my anger and tried my best to promote cooperation with the undead regime, because this is indeed beneficial to the prosperity of the Church and the Principality of Shiga, all these years... I have been doing this."

Earl Dimos lowered his head in embarrassment, and after a long time he reluctantly lifted it up, trembling and saying: "Cultivator..."

"I will indeed do this." Brother Lowell looked at the royal family member calmly, "The undead of Tarantan are a race of undead who abide by the contract. They are full of friendship and compassion for humans. Knowledge and wisdom worth learning from the Prosperity Church, no matter what, I hope that my mother country and the church I believe in can form an alliance with the undead of Tarantan."

Earl Timos was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at the ascetic monk, and looked away in embarrassment.

"But I really don't intend to endure it any longer."

Brother Lowell calmly threw out the words that horrified Earl Timos and Joyce Andre: "Yang and his undead will not need an ally who is internally divided and cannot show enough sincerity to fight side by side with them , before formally establishing diplomatic relations with the undead regime, the Prosperity Church itself must make changes."

The young Phoenix has the courage to propose to Yang to show his sincerity in alliance and openly tie the Otis family to the undead regime. Brother Lowell will never tolerate the Prosperity Church behaving worse than a little girl.