Throne of the North

Count Sauron was a little angry. He didn't expect that these missionaries would come to his territory to preach.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, you are not welcome here. You should leave."

Feder Sauron, the heir to the earldom, blocked the missionaries with soldiers.

"We are here on behalf of the Holy See."

Adriana took out the cross emitting holy light from her chest.

Interestingly, even if the two sides fought like this, the Empire did not publicly declare that the Holy See was the mortal enemy of the Empire.

Therefore, when the Archbishop took out the token, Feder could not stop the other party from entering the territory.

"You are not allowed to do anything."

Feder said with a gloomy look, and then followed these people in person.

The missionaries did nothing. They walked in the earl's territory, did not take out the doctrine of the Lord of Dawn, nor did they pray for the glory of the Lord and the glory of the Holy See.

They walked and stopped, facing those curious eyes, and the missionaries who sensed something would walk towards some slaves or even civilians.

Then, the healing spell or the clarity spell fell, healing the opponent's injuries and dispelling their fatigue.

Then after it was over, they said a catchphrase, May the morning light of the Lord favor you.

This is what the missionaries of the Church would say after the release of the divine spell, so they were indeed not preaching, and Feder could not find any handle on this.

In this way, several missionaries walked around in the earl's territory for two or three days, and then left by themselves. They shuttled between the viscounts and barons, doing the same thing without any transgression.

They did not preach openly, but everyone in the territory knew that the believers of the Church had arrived.

Maybe it was difficult for them to contact them for the second time, but these people would get together when they had nothing to do and communicate.

For civilians and slaves, their lives were boring, and they kept talking about the same topics over and over again. Now there was an additional topic that could attract the curiosity of others, so they would naturally not keep it.

The spread of topics such as divine healing, divine radiance and favor, etc., naturally left a mark on the hearts of these people.

This is the empire, so this alone is enough for the missionaries.

They may not spread the faith here, but the people of the empire cannot be unaware of the existence of the church.

As long as they know, the dark land of the empire that cannot be illuminated by the morning light will breed countless seeds, waiting for a certain opportunity from the church.

At that time, the faith of the Lord will surge rapidly.

The missionaries kept walking, and when they walked through the entire Longshan County, they went to Lingdu County. If there were no accidents, including the frozen land, they would welcome their arrival.

Baron Ryan, who was already regarded as one of his own, certainly could not find any reason to refuse.

However, in comparison, the spread of faith in the frozen land was undoubtedly more difficult.

Because of the environment here, and Baron Ryan himself.

In the eyes of the people of the frozen land, Baron Ryan, their lord, is a person who is blessed by the gods. He can easily cross the gate of the other world and bring them from that desperate world to this world where they can survive.

If this is not a miracle, what is it? Therefore, this group of people are very loyal to Ryan.

Perhaps this will not affect their belief in the Lord of Dawn at the same time, but there is a lord who is already blessed by the gods, why should they go far away?

In this world with gods, the existence of divine power is impossible to disappear, but Ryan can simply take it all into his hands through various means.

To control divine power with royal power, both must be possessed first.

This is what the empire is doing, the God of Light, a great and eternal god.

So, under the oppression of these missionaries, the Cathedral of Light outside the southern imperial capital finally agreed to the proposal of Lord Ryan.

Through the Marquis of the North Wind, the Cathedral of Light and Baron Ryan signed a three-year agreement.

Every three months, Baron Ryan will provide 10,000 birch bark books, each worth five silver coins.

The price is high, but this is normal. In this world, books are a precious carrier in themselves.

Even if it is replaced by those books that can bear extraordinary inherited knowledge, it is even more priceless.

This is almost the reason why ordinary people are illiterate. Buying such a book can make them have to eat dirt for a long time.

Ten thousand books every three months, at a ratio of one to twenty to one hundred, that is two thousand five hundred gold coins.

Ten thousand gold coins a year, the value of this transaction is obviously very high.

Ryan never underestimated the value of ten thousand gold coins, even though he has earned a lot of wealth through many means.

He understands that only a steady stream of money is the real way to make money, and it is only luck to make quick money once or twice.

Books are expensive, but these books will eventually appear in the homes of those who may not be able to afford a book in their lifetime for free.

It is even very likely that they will be given to civilians for free along with good things such as sending eggs and bread.

Bread can fill people up, and eggs are one of the few foods that civilians can use to supplement protein every once in a while. The Church used to do this, and now the Empire is beginning to replicate it. It seems that soon, the greatness of the God of Light will be known to countless people.

When they encounter troubles in the future, they will pray to the God of Light in their hearts.

Slowly, the royal family will combine Columbus with the God of Light and completely occupy the divine power and the royal power.

That's why Ryan said that the essence of this war of faith is an economic war.

For the civilians of the empire, they will believe in whoever gives them the best and the most. At least in the initial contact, it must be like this.

"Ten thousand books in three months, is this looking down on me or looking down on me?"

Ryan smiled. Through his suggestions and some descriptions in his words, as well as those people from other worlds who have inherited skills, the manufacturing industry in the frozen land territory has been at least ten times more efficient than the North Wind Province.

The process of screening, felling, steaming, pulping, pressing, drying and other processes for making birch bark books has changed from the horrible stage to the current assembly line, and each process has strict standards.

The number of ten thousand books in three months may be a big pressure for other territories of the same size, but for the frozen land territory, it is only one-third of the number.

And it will not affect land reclamation, planting and forging.

The cost is even more compressed than expected. A completely completed birch bark book, from production to delivery to the hands of Marquis Beifeng, will not cost more than thirty copper coins.

The cost of a book is no more than one-third of a silver coin, but it can be sold for five silver coins, which is fifteen or sixteen times the profit...

The smile on Master Ryan's face became more.