It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1306 The Glorious Holy See is in bad luck! Senior brother, are you free to play the Well of Eternity?
Chapter 1306 The Glorious Holy See is in bad luck! Senior brother, are you free to play the Well of Eternity?
How is the situation over there?
Upon hearing this question, Master Baierbo laughed naturally.
He smiled very comfortably and contentedly. While smiling, he looked at his junior brother with soft and emotional eyes:
This little guy went to play in the Elf Forest and then in the Kingdom of the Sun. It didn't take too long, and the work he did didn't seem to be very difficult -
However, unknowingly, the situation there, or in other words, the entire southern part of the New World, the balance of power between the Parliament and the Glorious Holy See has been turned upside down.
"Ah, don't worry." The corners of his eyes slightly curved, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger:
"A demigod, a demigod who is inclined towards us, once he truly establishes himself, it will be of great benefit to us - after the Sun God recovers, we no longer have to worry about that."
He raised his hand casually, and a void of light and shadow bloomed, outlining the appearance of the southern part of the New World. Coasts, mountains, cities, forests...
To the east is a lush, endless forest, a fertile forest, a torrent forest, and a rain song forest, surrounding the elven secret realm that has returned to normal;
To the west, close to the coastline, high mountains rise from the ground, and rivers rush from the mountains to the sea. In the mountains, there are dots, cities, passes, and roads, as concrete and micro as grains of rice, but as clear as day.
And this majestic mountain range was soon divided into two parts and painted with different colors:
The south is yellow, golden, warm and soft, like the sun shining on the earth. The north is pure white, the same color as the Holy Light of the Glorious Holy See, spreading all the way to the central coastline.
The dividing line between pure white and warm yellow is criss-crossed, constantly pushing back and forth; pushing back and forth; pushing back and forth.
In the pure white, dots of yellow light ignited from time to time, most of them were thin, occasionally dense, and sometimes they "hooked" and even became a small piece...
"The people of the Kingdom of the Sun, especially the nobles, still derive their power from the Sun God." Master Baierbo smiled very proudly, pointing to the yellow light among the pure white:
"The people of the Glorious Holy See are not enough and they are lazy. They mostly turn a blind eye to the local governance. As long as the local people are obedient and willing to pay and deliver things."
Grete nodded lightly. There were definitely not enough people. After all, crossing the ocean required huge risks. If the number of colonists and local indigenous people was one to one hundred, it was considered to be a very large number.
And what is the result of not having enough people? First of all, if you want to continuously plunder local wealth, you must rely on local people;
Secondly, if you want to rule the local people, you can't rely on the colonists even if your legs are broken. You can only transfer some power to the local nobles and let them rule the people on their behalf;
Thirdly, as long as the so-called beliefs of the local nobles seemed to believe in the Lord of Glory, the colonists would not care much about them. As for what they believed in privately...
"Before, the Sun God was seriously injured and couldn't connect to his people and couldn't provide them with power. His faith became weaker and weaker. Now that he is stronger, his people will definitely come back..."
"The Glorious Holy See doesn't care?"
Gretel's eyes sparkled when he heard this. Master Baierbo smiled proudly:
"How can I control it? I can't control it. Most of the nobles of the Kingdom of the Sun have divine blood, and connecting with the gods is their natural ability. As long as they don't use it in front of the Glory Holy See, who knows?"
When a noble is blessed with power, it will be passed on to his descendants; in a region, as long as a noble is blessed, it will be spread through allegiance, patronage, marriage, etc.
Just like what Grete saw, the little yellow lights were connected into one piece, and then connected into one piece, and then into one piece...
"If you have power, you will want power. If you have power, you will want more power. Even if the Holy See of Glory puts three legends there, it can only shrink completely and only keep a few key areas."
Therefore, the mage tower built by Master Baierbo in the Kingdom of the Sun is not dangerous at all!
"Hey, now we just have to transport the proceeds from the Kingdom of the Sun back." Grete sighed sincerely.
If a stable route can be established from the Kingdom of the Sun to the Kingdom of the Eagle, then the parliament's income channels in the New World will be completely opened.
Not only has the channel been opened up, and stable income is rolling in, but also with a wider space and richer resources, I believe that the magicians in the council will have more possibilities for advancement——
"Ah, this is almost done." Master Baierbo leaned back and raised his hand slightly. The light and shadow continued, and it grew upwards:
"Recently, the Storm Islands have been in complete chaos. Those people from the Glorious Holy See can't even cure yellow fever. Many ports have been closed, and ships are not allowed to enter the port..."
If you are not allowed to enter the port, no supplies will come in, and no supplies will go out. After crossing the ocean, the transported supplies rotted in vain on the ship. The crew endured hunger, thirst and illness, and looked at the unreachable port;
Sugar cane grown in the plantations, refined jaggery, furs, sisal, cochineal, and various other valuable materials rotted in vain in the port.
The serfs' year's work was all lost; the adults and gentlemen's year's income, all the gold coins they expected to buy armor, weapons, silks, and jewelry, were wasted.
Not to mention, the disease swept through everything indiscriminately. Whether it was serfs on plantations, servants in manors and cities, or even the colonists themselves, they fell ill in large numbers;
No one trimmed the flowers and trees, wiped the furniture, took out the garbage, or even cooked.
No matter how arrogant the colonists were, they couldn't whip their servants to work when they were sick and dying in bed - what's more, even with a whip, they couldn't whip them up?
This is just barely bearable. But even if extraordinary people can avoid the disease, young children and beloved women will be in panic all day long in the face of the sweeping disease.
"Right now, the Storm Islands are in a state of chaos. The Holy See of Glory has urgently transferred people to try to contain the plague, but it is only a drop in the bucket."
Master Baierbo couldn't stop laughing:
"On the contrary, here, with the blessing of the Lord of Plague, no one is afraid of the epidemic. It is time to sail and transport. This gap in power is freed up for us!"
Gretel breathed a long sigh of relief. The shrinking of the Glorious Holy See in the New World means that the power of the Parliament can be more stable and safer;
And it also means——
"Elder brother, can you free up your time? Stay here for a while and study the Well of Eternity?"