Chapter 1311 The Glorious Holy See Is in Bad Luck! Brother, Are You Free to Play Well of Eternity?

How's the situation over there?

Upon hearing this question, Archmage Baierbo laughed naturally.

It was a very comfortable and satisfying smile. 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 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 to 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. Coast, mountains, cities, forests...

To the east is the lush, endless forest, the Fertile Forest, the Torrent Forest, and the Rain Song Forest, surrounding the elven secret realm that has returned to normal;

To the west, along the coastline, mountains rise from the ground, and rivers rush from the mountains into the sea. In the mountains, there are dots of stars, cities, passes, and roads, as concrete and tiny as grains of rice, yet clear.

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 northern part 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 here and there; pushing here and there.

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." Archmage 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 hand over things."

Grete nodded slightly. There are definitely not enough people. After all, you have to cross the ocean and you have to take huge risks. If the number of colonists and local indigenous people is one to one hundred, it is 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 and rely on the colonists, you can't do it even if your legs are broken. Some power can only be transferred to 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 it. As for what people believe 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 she heard this. Archmage Baierbo smiled proudly:

"How can I control it? I can't control it. Most of the nobles in 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 Gretel 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 Glory Holy See puts three legends there, it can only shrink completely and only keep a few key areas."

Therefore, the mage tower built by Archmage Baierbo in the Kingdom of the Sun is fundamentally, completely, and 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." Archmage Baierbo leaned back and raised his hand slightly. The light and shadow are continuous, and they grow upward:

"Recently, the Storm Islands are 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 entry is not allowed, no supplies will come in and no supplies will go out. After crossing the ocean, the supplies shipped rotted in vain on the ship. The crew endured hunger, thirst and illness, and looked at the unreachable port;

Sugarcane grown in the plantations, refined jaggery, furs, sisal, cochineal, and all kinds of valuable materials rotted in vain in the port.

The serfs' year's work was all lost; the adults and gentlemen's year's income, and the gold coins they relied on to buy armor, weapons, silks, and jewelry, were all wasted.

Not to mention, the disease sweeps across everything indiscriminately. Serfs on plantations, servants in estates and cities, and even the colonists themselves fell ill in droves;

No one trimmed the flowers, no one wiped the furniture, no one dumped the garbage, no one 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 be protected from the disease, young children and beloved women will be in constant panic when faced with the disease that sweeps over them.

"Now, the Storm Islands are in a state of chaos. The Holy See of Glory has urgently mobilized people to contain the plague, but it is only a drop in the bucket."

Archmage Baierbo couldn't help laughing:

"On the contrary, here we are, with the blessing of the Lord of Plagues, no one is afraid of the epidemic. It's time to sail and transport. This gap in power is freed up for us!"

Grete let out 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 secure;

And it also means——

"Elder brother, can you free up your time? Stay here for a while and study the Well of Eternity?"

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