Throne of the North

Ryan looked at Marquis Beifeng. The Marquis was so stared at by Ryan that he couldn't even lift his head.

Ryan suddenly put away all his anger and couldn't help but sigh.

"My Lord Marquis, the current relationship between the Empire and the Holy See is like water and fire. They are not compatible at all."

"As a pioneer of light in the empire, you are burdened with the belief and responsibility of the God of Light. You also have the noble status of a great noble of the empire, governor of Beifeng Province, and marquis. How could you come up with such an 'ugly' thing to promote the gods? ’s glory.”

"Don't you think this is blasphemy to the God of Light?"

"You don't even look at the responsibilities and rights you carry. This thing..."

"Show it to those clay-legged people. Do you think they can connect this thing with the sun in the sky, the omnipotent god of light?"

"Is it worthy of the great god, the master of light?"

Ryan pointed at the yellowed book. Marquis Beifeng thought for a moment. If the extraordinary power in it was not taken into account, this thing would look... no different from something freshly fished out of a latrine to dry.

After saying that, Ryan said to Marquis Beifeng in a sly voice:

"During this period, your preaching efficiency is not high, right?"

"You said it's possible because this thing doesn't look good."

"Wouldn't it be easy if you changed the material of this book to the same one as this one?"

Marquis Beifeng finally spoke.

"It's impossible. The Holy See's Dawn Doctrine is their Bible, a piece of paper that can only be born after being soaked in holy water. There is no possibility of duplication."

"And Teacher Brenner said that the Holy See's paper cannot carry soul magic."

Ryan blinked.

"But this thing is too bad for spreading the belief in the God of Light."

“If you can’t copy the Holy See’s materials, what about another one?”

After Ryan finished speaking, he struck while the iron was hot.

"Mr. Marquis, the Master Brenner you mentioned should be a powerful soul magician."

He took out a blank book from his arms. The book was very thick, but there was very little paper, and each page was as hard as a hard slate.

Different from the Holy See's Dawn Doctrine, which can be seen as bright and magnificent at a glance, the one Ryan took out was full of antiquity and vicissitudes of life.

Although the appearance is still not very eye-catching, the aura is enough to make everyone who sees it think that it is a valuable object and that it contains the elegance of time.

"Lord Marquis, what do you think of this material?"

"Very good..." Marquis Beifeng didn't want to admit it, but he still said.

"How about replacing this kind of book with a material that spreads the belief in the God of Light?"

"Think about it, what is the Holy See spreading? It is the morning light, every night, the darkness dissipates, the morning light dispels the darkness of the world, so that people no longer fear, and enjoy the warmth and harvest of the day."

"But what about your book? There's nothing unique about it, so it won't attract believers."

Ryan pointed to the two 'books' and commented, This is true. The belief in the God of Light created by the empire is just to give the royal power a sense of legitimacy. Whether it is a matter of time or effort, None of them can compare to the ancient Holy See.

"The morning light mentioned by the Holy See is the morning of every day. The most beautiful moment of the day is the moment when you wake up in the morning."

"In the teachings of the Holy See, the morning light dispels the darkness of every night, so the light of every day is as dazzling as the morning sun."

"Everyone thinks so too."

"However, everyone knows that the sun has always been the sun, the god of light. He hangs in the sky forever. He is ancient and great. Time cannot wash away his power. He has been watching the world since the barbaric era. , He has cared for His believers throughout the ancient and long time.”

As Ryan's voice got better and better, Marquis Beifeng looked at the third 'book' that Ryan finally took out and felt more and more that this book was really suitable for the existence of the God of Light.

Just like Ryan said, He exists eternally and immortally, hanging high in the sky where mortals cannot touch.

Marquis Beifeng couldn't help but swallowed, "This...this...Baron Lane, you are right, the morning light is fresh, but the master of light, the great sun, exists forever."

"He is eternal and comes from an ancient, wild world before humans were born."

"This book has the ancient aura of the God of Light."

Marquis Beifeng's eyes were wild, but he soon became frustrated again.

"Just one book is not enough. To spread the faith of light, a huge number of carriers are needed."

Ryan's eyes lit up for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth and said with heartache:

"This book was made by 20 skilled craftsmen from the Tundra Territory who spent half a month hammering and compiling it. It was originally intended to be given to my father's mount, Mr. Amber Dragon, as a gift."

"But since the empire needs it, then give it to the Marquis."

"If it can really help the empire fight against the spread of the Holy See's faith, I think the war in the south will also go much smoother."

"You may not know that my father, Earl Clayton, also sent troops from the earldom to the south. I heard that the war there was not going well."

How could Marquis Beifeng not know that he accepted the 'gift' handed over by Ryan.

"Don't worry, Baron Lane. I will send this book, which carries the ancient aura of the God of Light, to the Cathedral of Light outside the imperial capital. The teacher will judge whether it can have the effect we want."

"If successful, the Cathedral of Light will purchase all materials directly from the Tundra Territory."

"But in that case, the Tundra Territory cannot be sold to anyone else. Otherwise, if the royal family pursues it, I won't be able to help you excuse it."

"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, I just want to make a little money. You know, I've never been an adventurous person."

After leaving the castle, Ryan walked towards the door of the alien world.

Along the way, he had countless thoughts in his mind.

"The Marquis of Beifeng really doesn't know that there is a feathered dragon army in the Kingdom of Andara? He didn't react at all, or is he aware of it but thinks that the feathered dragon army poses no threat to him?"

"Or do I reveal too much information in one sentence, and the Marquis of Beifeng can only capture the last part of it?"

"No matter how you look at it, it's always the first possibility."

"And the book woven from birch bark. It took half a day to make something, but it was a bit hasty."

"But Master Luna said that this kind of bark can indeed be used as a material for excellent soul magic. It also has her crude soul magic methods, which will definitely be seen. But these are two worlds. Two people who practice soul magic Communion between mages.”

"If it succeeds, according to the pressure on the Holy See's faith that the empire is currently facing, it will definitely make a lot of money. The cost of this thing is pitifully low."

"The Holy See is very rich. If the Empire wants to fight against the beliefs spread by the Holy See, it shouldn't be stingy, right?"

"Civilians and slaves are realistic. When they get up every day, they don't lament the morning sun and the scorching sun, but whether they can have enough to eat today."

"Marquis Beifeng's preaching efficiency was slow during this period because he could not give them food or help them dispel the fatigue after a day's work."

"Why not eat minced meat? Marquis Beifeng can't see it, but there are so many wise nobles in the empire who can definitely understand the key."

"If the empire wants to fight against the Holy See, it must do this, it must..."

Ryan's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood a lot.

"The gods have been sleeping for more than a hundred years and have not woken up to leave any miracles."

“Damn, this is a fucking economic war!!!”

There are only two kinds of things that can rival miracles.

One is another kind of miracle.

There is another kind of pie in the sky.

As the saying goes, there is a mother-in-law in the village, please come back quickly.

And this is like advertising, which requires a lot of money.

The Cathedral of Light built by the empire must be very rich, and it has not been spent yet.

"It's not given to anyone! No, we have to give Marquis Beifeng some benefits and win this indicator."