Throne of the North.

Chapter 264: Finally Obtained the Target

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

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

Feder Solon, the heir to the earldom, led his soldiers to block the missionaries.

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

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

Interestingly, even when the two sides fought to this extent, the Empire did not publicly declare that the Holy See was the Empire's mortal enemy.

Therefore, when the archbishop took out the token, Feder was unable to stop him from entering the territory.

"You are not allowed to do anything."

Feder said with a gloomy look in his eyes, and then followed these people personally.

The missionaries did indeed do nothing. They walked in the earl's territory without bringing out the teachings of the Lord of the Dawn, nor did they pray for the glory of the Lord or the splendor of the Holy See.

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

Next, the healing spell or clarity spell will be cast to heal the opponent's injuries and dispel their fatigue.

Then after it’s over, say a catchphrase: May the Lord’s morning light bless you.

This is what all Vatican missionaries would say after releasing the divine power, so they were indeed not preaching, and Federer could not find any evidence against them.

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

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

Maybe it is difficult for them to get in touch with each other a second time, but when these people get together when they have nothing to do, they will communicate.

For civilians and slaves, their lives were already boring, with the same topics being discussed over and over again. Now that there was a new topic that could attract the curiosity of others, they naturally would not keep it.

The spread of topics such as divine healing, divine favor, and so on naturally left a mark on the hearts of these people about the Church of Dawn.

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

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

As long as they knew, this dark land of the empire where the morning light could not shine would breed countless seeds, waiting for an opportunity from the Holy See.

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

The missionaries kept walking, and after they had walked through the entire Longshan County, they headed to Lingdu County. If nothing unexpected happened, even the Frozen Territory 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 Territory is undoubtedly more difficult.

Because of the environment here, and Baron Ryan himself.

In the eyes of the people of the Frozen Territory, Baron Ryan, their lord, is a man blessed by the gods. He can easily cross the gate to the other world and bring them from that desperate world to this survivable world.

If this isn’t a miracle, what is? Therefore, this group of people are very loyal to Ryan.

Perhaps this would not affect their belief in the Lord of Dawn, but with a lord who was already favored by the gods, why would they go far away? In this world with gods, the existence of divine power could not disappear, but Ryan could easily take it all into his hands through various means.

In order to control divine power with royal power, one must first possess both.

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

Therefore, under the pressure of these missionaries, the Cathedral of Light outside the Southern Imperial Capital finally agreed to Master Ryan's proposal.

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 that is normal. In this world, books are themselves precious objects.

Even if it were books that could carry extraordinary inherited knowledge, they would be priceless treasures.

This is probably why most people are illiterate; buying a book like this can keep them from eating dirt for a long time.

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

That’s 10,000 gold coins a year, so the value of this transaction is obviously very high.

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

He understood that only steady income is the real way to make money, and making quick money once or twice is just luck.

Books are expensive, but they end up being free in the homes of people who might never be able to afford a single book in their lifetime.

It is even possible that good things like eggs and bread will be given to civilians for free.

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.

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

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

For the common people of the empire, they will believe in whoever gives them better gifts and more. At least that is the case in the initial contact.

"Ten thousand copies in three months, does this mean you respect me or look down on me?"

Ryan smiled. Through his suggestions and descriptions, as well as the people from other worlds who had inherited their own skills, the manufacturing industry in the Frozen Territory was already at least ten times more efficient than that in the North Wind Province.

The process of screening, harvesting, steaming, pulping, pressing, drying and other processes for making birch bark books has evolved from the horrific stage to the current assembly line, with strict standards for each step.

The number of 10,000 books in three months might be a big pressure for other territories of the same size, but for the Frozen Territory, it is only one-third of the number.

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

The cost is even more compressed than imagined. The cost of a completely completed birch bark book, from production to delivery to the Marquis of the North Wind, will not exceed 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 means a profit of fifteen or sixteen times...

Master Ryan smiled more.

(End of this chapter)